At the End of My Tired!

Overconfidence(Joice)

"If it goes on like this, I might not go to class anymore" murmured Joice staring at the page of his assignment book. The girl who was already wearing the gray-white uniform looked extremely anxious. It's not that he is not smart, it's just that, in his school there is a new teacher who is half-successful.

Since the arrival of Mr. Jovano, as his homeroom teacher as well as a teacher who serves the subjects he hates most, physics. Joi's days were never peaceful. There was only the reason his teacher was to give such an unreasonable punishment.

As of today, he had to accompany the rese teacher correcting the daily replies of his classmates including his own replicas. Which Joi can make sure for himself the results, below the standard value.

"Sir? mr Vano, it's over, can I go home? My mother must be riweh if I come home late again, "please Joi with a face full of torture.

Jovan was speechless, his busy hands scribbling his protege's errands paused for a moment. The 25-year-old man turned his chair towards Joi, making the girl misbehave herself.

"You going home now? but you haven't eaten, just snacked, it's not good. Eat first just come home, I'll cook for a while, don't go anywhere." Joi was amazed by the magic words of his homeroom teacher, because, every day the man always displayed a rogue face, cold and flat. But this time, it could be that the killer teacher spoke so gently to him, don't forget his smile... Uhh make melt the soul of teen Joi.

Joi regained her senses from her daydream, patting her own forehead. Stupid, he's just using your innocence and stupidity. To help ease his work. That's good, free. Joi's inner voice cried out in revolt, her heart and mind completely out of alignment with her mind.

Joi walked into the kitchen, she could see that the teacher was so good at playing kitchen utensils. Joi is so embarrassed herself, she rarely cooks with her sisters.

"Are you just gonna stare at me until your saliva melts into my chin?" basic questions no morality. Where there is drool dripping, carelessly if you talk. Umpat Joi upset.

"This father, just carelessly when talking. I just want to go home, I have plenty of food. I eat a lot, if only that will not be enough, let alone have to share with the father." Oceh Joi at length.

"Eat here, I've cooked, appreciate the efforts of others for you." Reply Jovan ambiguous.

Joi frowned deeply, indeed who told her to cook Joi's inner.

"Just sit there, it'll be ripe soon." Jovan returns to finishing his cooking without caring about Joi's folded face.

After a few minutes, Jovan's cooking was finished. Proudly, the man served her on the table.

"You have to eat a lot, you're still in the process of growing." Said Jovan put food in Joi's plate, there is a bowl of soup beside the plate, and in the plate there is rice and fried chicken that has been sliced thinly by Jovan. The man neatly arranged the contents of Joi's plate, hoping the girl was impressed. In fact, the contents of the plate were still scattered when the 5-finger spoon Joi worked. Don't forget that he just poured it into his plate, the rest he sucked directly on the lip of the bowl.

Jovan gawks in disbelief, a girl as beautiful as Joi who looks so feminine. Can shake it when eating. Jovan could only gulp his coarse saliva, a dinner that could be said to be romantic with aromatherapy candles, spoiled by Joi's absurd behavior.

"Can't you eat more humanely, you've never been taught a true table manner?" jovan's circus is back in cold mode.

Joi choked until his eyes and nose hurt, how not, the tomato sauce made by the man sangar, like his using a kilo of chili.

Joi looked at Jovan's nyalang who looked indifferent, "father if I don't like eating like this, should just say so. No need to bring all ethics. In my house we were taught good manners and ethics." Jovan was staring, had he been too late to talk to the girl, why Joi got so angry at her.

Joi took her bag and walked to the door, when she opened the door handle. It turned out that the door was locked, it was appropriate that Mr. Sangar was indifferent.

"Sir, open the door I want to go home. It is not good for a virgin child to linger in the apartment of a foreign man" said Joi sarcastically.

"Didn't you see if I was eating? you have plenty of food, spend it. I didn't take much effort to get her to end up in the trash." Jovan said no less sadistic. Joi was eager to throw the teacher's head with a vase of flowers, unfortunately, she was afraid of blood.

"I'm full, I can eat at home. No one will reprove the way I eat the village." Joi dropped her ass on the couch, she was tired. After school must waste time, to help the ungrateful man correct the task.

This is the second time Joi has lied to her parents. Fortunately his best friend can be invited to work well together, he meant with a red rupiah sheet. Joi snorted in annoyance as she recalled the behavior of her little friend.

Joi's eyes were a little sleepy, as much as she could bear. Joi since childhood does not like to stay up late, when smelling the smell of pillows and the smell of nighttime dew. Then his eyes could automatically fall asleep without him being able to hold. Dimas's role in his life is very important.

"Take your food, sorry for what I said. Come on, open your mouth" Jovan orders a spoon into Joi's tiny mouth.

"It's cold, I don't taste anymore. Later rice with my father's chicken replace, so you do not lose." Ketus Joi.

Jovan took a deep breath at Joi's rejection and attitude. "It's new rice and chicken, let's eat, or you'll I'll lock it up last night in my apartment." Threatening Jovan made Joi's eyes bulge in anger.

"Father likes at once pushy, wonder. The teacher's behavior is rich pedophile" Joi pronounces makes Jovan's eyes almost jump out.

"Talk you that" annoyed Jovan upset mixed with shame.

Whether she was that old in Joi's eyes, she was even 25 years old. When compared with the age of Joi is far adrift, 8 years. But that's not why I call him a pedophile.

"Father is old, when I graduate from college, I'm 49 years old." Said Joi origin.

"About" said Jovan, "when you graduated from college, I was only 30 years old, it was the right age to get married. So not yet old, the more mature the man is getting dazzling. You can fall in love with me if you hate me too much." Jovan said confidently.

"Ityuuuh, you're too confident sir. Keep it away from me, I want to eat outside. It's better than dad's cooking, the door's open, I'm going home." Joi stood up however, Jovan's burly hand pulled Joi down to a fall on the lap of the rese man.

"Father what the hell, pelein ih. Don't get whacky," Joi encourages Jovan's body to break free. The girl rushed towards the door with a reddened face.

"Bukain sir." whine Joi pleaded.

Jovan, who was still sitting with one hand holding the plate, was still trying to neutralize his fucking heartbeats. 'Little boy, Jovan! do you want to be called a pedophile like his rich man.' Jovan cursed at his dirty thoughts, no matter how mature he was. Joi sat on his lap even though accidentally, had been fishing for something else on his body. Not to mention accidentally, his pointed nose touched Joi's crazy chest. She had not expected, the 17-year-old girl had such a chest size! vibrating his maleness soul.