Antonym Intellect, Synonym of Dearest

The Manipulative

Ariel finally led Davina back into the club, then she came back again and sat down in front of me and Arka.

“Mas Arka,” Ariel smiled to my fiancee. The temple is covered with gauze.

However, my feelings were immediately unpleasant.

“Ya?”

“Kok Mas Arka did not look jealous when I and Bu Ariel got married?”

I let out a breath.

“I trust Ariel,” replied Arka.

I want to hug this guy in front of me.

But Ariel instead glanced at me and smiled cunningly.

“OK,” hiss Ariel, “Sorry yes Mas, just consider it a business wedding. Use the contract, for the welfare of all descendants,” hiss Ariel.

He could also be wise.

“I don't really understand what happened, but I'll try to accept. As long as you guys don't fuck around.” Hisses Arka. Clearly there is emphasis in the sentence ‘assort-sort’.

But Ariel just smiled sweetly towards Arka.

“Mas Arka works in Arghading right?” ask Ariel again.

God, this is a kid, I know which way the next sentence is going!

I kicked Ariel's shoes to stop her from speaking.

“Sick, Mom. Don't kick.” hiss to me.

God fucking.

“Why, Ariel?” Arka looked at Ariel sharply.

“Can make me access to meet Raden Ar-“

“Baron. We want to meet Baron,” cut me. Can be finished off by thugs if Arka knows the real name of Baron is Raden Aryaguna Ranggasadono. That name is off limits to know, including his identity that he is our family. Because it has to do with his safety.

His work allows for many vengeful enemies, not yet his close connection to the black world and his dark past. It could be that he disappeared as well so that no one would disturb our extended family.

Or.. may also have been spread news that Raden Aryaguna is dead. So he used the name ‘Baron’ to live a quiet life.

“Baron?” ask Ariel.

“Why do you want to meet Baron? Ariel asked,”

And Ariel fell silent, realizing that the name was sensitive.

“Baron a dangerous man. Baron, Artemis, Ivander, Griffin, they're all bouncers of my boss. Executor. Strange thing if you guys want to talk to him.” Said Arka.

“Baron has been in contact with one of our families. Kidnapping cases. The family wants us to investigate. So we want to know the description.” I try as much as I can to cover this up.

“Aah, therefore can you put me into Arghading? Because you know Baron. Is he a suspected kidnapping case?”

“Hem...that's what we want to know.”

“I thought you were his brother, Loh,”

“Why did you lure me with a question just now? You are now,”

“I could make a Pass Card for you. But Ariel don't wear school uniform, can invite questions,”

“Still, Dear.”

“You just ask me earlier, don't use Ariel's wagons here.” Hisses Arka.

“Not it-“

“Alright!” Ariel stood up and extended her hand towards Arka. “Still Yes Mas. Later when I go home dating, I borrow Master Mom for a while to arrange a question. Family problems are a bit complicated because of mas. Sensitive, use no abduction of all. Don't know Mas Arka?”

Oh my God, his words are so high!

**

That is, after Arka and I had dinner, Kiss farewell, I waited for Ariel in the Lobby.

I didn't go to the club.

Yes, quite frankly, I am afraid to go into such places.

More to fear that I found one of my students there. The moral burden is immeasurable. Especially if I get to meet Ariel is doing strange scenes.

I'm judes to people because of this, too. If it's calm, it could be that I'll be bullied. So rude of you guys. The important thing is that Arka knows what my true nature is.

“Bu Ariel,”

I raised my head, looking as Davina approached me with a cry.

I'll talk to him with four eyes if there's a chance at school tomorrow. I'm not gonna tell Jenny first. Frankly, as a BK teacher, Jenny is less trustworthy. Moreover, Jenny blatantly showed an intense interest in Ariel.

Davina put the paper bag next to me.

“Bu Ariel,” he spoke in a very sweet low voice sounded in my ear. “Pardon ya ma'am for today's incident. Toloooong I mohoooon, just assume we didn't meet today. How?”

I looked at him sharply.

Then glanced down, towards the paper bag whose design looked expensive, then looked back at him sharply.

His behavior is the same as his parents. Manipulatively.

Yes, children do absorb 10x the goodness and 10x the bad of parents anyway.

I don't know whether it has been researched by experts or not this statement.

“Davina, though I've been willing to hide the sad reality you just showed me in front of my nose. But now you are disappointing me even more. You think I can be bribed with this?” I pointed towards the expensive paper bag. “Please don't make me angry,”

I saw Davina gaped, then gulped her saliva.

His face looked even more pale.

“I refuse yes. There comes home, it's already night..” I flick my hand. Then Davina hurriedly picked up the paper bag, and bowed to me. Then he hurried to the exit.

I saw my cell phone pay, kuscreenshot. There is the clock and date of the incident, so that if anything happens, I can ask for the cctv recording of the building at the same time and date as my phone screen-shoot.

This habit has often been us, the teachers of Bhakti Putra, apply. Since one of the officials came to school, angry because his son was not approved even though he had bribed the teacher to boost the value of his son.

The teacher defended himself if he received nothing from Ortu. If he accepts, he will remain professional. But the child's guardian insisted that what was issued for his son to pass was hundreds of millions at the request of the teacher. The end result, because there was no cctv and no evidence of digital messages, the teacher in question was imprisoned, and the child is already an alma mater now.

The incident was very hard on our minds.

Even though he was only jailed for a few weeks, because it was not proven that he received gratification so released, but several weeks it was already a very traumatic mental blow.

Since then if there are strange things that are beyond reason to happen, especially those that smell gratification, we are used to record the date and time. Accompanied by event chronology.

We become teachers not just hope. We try to guide the nation's children, teach them about the world, help parents educate their children to be useful for the nation and their future. But we can't keep an eye on all the children. Especially when they are teenagers, their movement is very dynamic, their association is wider, they want to know everything. It means everything. So all we can do is run the SOP as we can, as hard as we can. If the energy runs out, the important thing is that we have told them what they should do.

But often our opinions are not listened to, anyway.

My experience at Bhakti Putra High School, where from the richest to the poorest exist and mix here, for the problem of juvenile delinquency is not distinguished from social status.

It turns out the same.

The only difference is the media.

One uses amer oplosan, one uses 3 million vods per bottle.

It's the same thing, harming people.

After entering Bhakti Putra High School, using a scholarship, he was still a good boy. Once in school hang out with hedon children, even his behavior becomes maksha and strange.

There are also rich children living luxuriously from birth, fitting into Bhakti Putra even jiper because here many are richer. Even the Boss' son also goes to school here. Finally, insecure continues until graduation.

Then the case of a good child, a prospective successor to the company, fitting into here even become criminal, it is also a lot.

Life is mysterious, and school is one of the best places to socialize.

Here the true self of the child is formed, their identity is cultivated, their mind is opened, that the world is much bigger than the leaves of Moringa.

I waited for Ariel to play my phone.

And about a few minutes later he appeared in awe.

“Yuk?” tanyakanya.

Yuk's? Yuk What?

Just piss off.