Azaleas
Mosaic 5: Family Relationships
2 Days ago.
Meilani's novel moves away from Novan and Fauzi to grade 1-2. He was not as enthusiastic as other students on the first day of entering High School, and only put on a flat face. Upon arrival in class, the atmosphere suddenly quieted down, many people turned their faces away from him and ignored him.
No expression changed to find a cold welcome from classmates, Novel only realized one chair disappeared when the number of students there were 24. And all the tables are full of bags.
Stop next to Lydia Utami.
“You want to talk something?” Ask Lydia with a face as sweet as possible.
“Send!” expel Novel. Lydia's facial features instantly turned irritated.
“This is my chair, please find your seat.” His words, interspersed with the little ruckus of his other friend.
“I don't have time to serve you, move aside!” gritting Novel with his firm and threatening voice.
“You must find your seat, as a traitor it is your duty!” this time Lydia no longer looks sweet, standing defiantly. And all Novel does is take her bag, throw it in any direction. Lydia's expression hardened provoked emotion. “You're crazy.” Lydia grabbed her bag, Novel was sitting in her chair earlier.
“Go, before this traitor hurt you.” Banish Novel.
“Hey! Who do you think you are! After betraying friends and harming people to death you don't deserve to threaten me! I'm not afraid, you're just ..”
Novel put the backpack rough so that it makes a loud noise, when the atmosphere becomes heated. Suppose if the rumors about the Novel during Junior High are true. After all Novel and Lydia used to be one school and were in the same class for 2 years.
“Close your mouth!” sergah Novel Sharp.
“You want to die hah!” amuk Lydia's.
“What you guys do!” joked Mr. Dani, their welder who accidentally witnessed the quarrel of the two behind the classroom door.
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At the end of the day, when all is home, Novel and Lydia are left in class. The two were convicted of clearing the classroom and hall for being involved in an altercation earlier this morning. However, the only thing that worked was Lydia, and she couldn't stand it, throwing a broom at the recently-established Novel.
“Where are you going! Thought you could just walk away. Clean things up and apologize to me!” lydia's jolt didn't take it. He had to take the table he had lost as well as write an apology.
Not responding, Novel was about to put earphones into his ear, Lydia pulled the object violently.
“You!” lydia's anger reached the top. Novel pulled his earphones again.
“Report it, I don't care.” Novel's frenzy, and accidentally his eyes glittered with the eyes of Novan, who was standing at the back door of the classroom. Lydia was still unaware of his arrival.
The novel goes behind Lydia and comes face to face with Novan.
“Stop, otherwise I will report you!” kecam Lydia turned around in a single jolt, but instead Novan was in front of her, and this time Novan and Novel were the ones on their backs.
“Do not do it, let me be in charge.” Pinta Novane. Novel snickered and left.
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It didn't take long, Novan was able to catch up with Novel.
“What happened, it's your first day and you've been punished?” Novan asked worriedly, but Novel instead put earphones into his ears. “My answer, so that I know the problem and can help you.” Novan held back that movement.
Novel looked at him dislikes, “I don't need your help, just take care of your own class!” sunggut Novel, pulling the earphones, putting up and turning on the music, left Novan so worried and confused as to how to deal with it.
Getting into the pickup car, Novel and Novan sit in the same seat. Not wanting to prolong the debate that must have been ignored, Novan took off his backpack and kept it in the seat, between them along with the passing of the car.
“Move your backpack, you cross the line!” order Novel.
“Since when is there a limit on this seat?”
“Stop the car!” have Novel turn to the driver who glanced towards Novan waiting for him to do so.
The last time they argued, the car was forced to pull over because otherwise Novel would have done reckless, so this time Novan just held his breath and was patient.
“Forwardly,” break up Novan. Novel glanced at him demanding, “Alright, I move this!” he grabbed the backpack, and put it on his lap.
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Novan permits a farewell to pick up Novel in his class, and is unlikely to interfere with Fauzi and Azalea's first assignment. While the abandoned are still silent to each other, the public about the management of the class.
“Is this really our job?” Fauzi asked unsure why they should look, read, summarize and assess the work of a 2-1 historical paper.
“Entah,”Azalea replied. She was bored, then tapped on the table with her fingers to stop Fauzi from lowering her head.
“Hm,” Fauzi responded briefly, knowing would be that gesture.
“Do you think our engagement cannot be cancelled?” gamang Azalea's. Fauzi raised his face to look at her. “About the inauguration of her engagement, I hope it's not true.”
“If true how?” Fauzi. Azalea seemed reluctant to think about it, Fauzi moved his body closer to Azalea who was quite shocked, until the next second was, Fauzi whispered softly. “You have to be careful, my fans are pretty much loh.” Candanya, smiling shows the nature of jokes and sweet dimple. And Azalea regretted asking.
“Free talk to you,” as bad as Azalea, stand taking books.
As far as Azalea was concerned, Fauzi looked serious. “Do not worry,” he said slowly. I hope Azalea doesn't have to worry about that.
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Teacher room.
Ms. Warda just went inside when she found Niska standing by her desk. Upon arrival there, Madam Warda sat down to receive a polite greeting from Niska.
“Someone you want to talk about?” Ms. Warda invited Niska to speak, although she could guess her purpose.
“Regarding the selection of the class steward, no matter how hard I thought, I could not reach the same decision as mom did. Therefore, why did mom choose him, Azalea as one of the class administrators?” Niska asked, which Ms. Warda admitted was very brave.
Niska's hard and always trying personality, making her notoriously ambitious and difficult to approach, moreover, Niska is also one of the rich people who are quite respected.
“She has something that will surprise everyone, something special compared to her status.” Bu Warda replied with a small smile. Niska still did not understand, but she should be able to be polite.
Out of the teacher's room and going up the 2nd floor, Niska passed Azalea who was quite troubled to see the front because she had just come down from the stairs with a pile of papers. Feeling that someone was walking in front of her Azalea stopped, realizing the fragrance of Niska's signature perfume.
His ex-best friend stopped beside him,
“Congratulations for being a representative of the class.” Niska, make Azalea riveted. Not a friendly or cold tone, Azalea could not guess the meaning of the congratulations.
“Niska,” call Azalea reflex, “Can't we be friends again?”
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Early in the morning Azalea had arrived at the school, and without hesitation withdrew Novan's hand to a quiet place, ignoring some of the eyes that had caught her. Away from the school building, next to him covered in thick trees, Azalea took off the handle, letting Novan turn his back on the tree.
Azalea was busy circulating her gaze around.
“I don't think there's anyone,” said Novan. Azalea understood, and hurriedly hid in the same tree as Novan.
While the man only noticed Azalea's ridiculous attitude, smiling anxiously.
“Why are you smiling?” Azalea scrunched her forehead, Novan even more smiling widely. Azalea's cengo face looks funny. “You okay?” Azalea asked worriedly.
“I laugh at you.” Omel Novan, by,
“Nothing funny.” Dengus Azalea's.
“What's up?” Tanya Novan noticed the unease in the look in Azalea's eyes.
Now both look serious.
“About our engagement. Before anyone else finds out I'm engaged to you guys, I'd better get engaged to you? Hows it? We both work together to prevent double engagement?” tawar Azalea, before Novan could respond, the sound of school speakers sounded loud.
‘Announcement. For tomorrow, all school residents should wear official clothing. The engagement will be held by the grandchildren of the school's owner, Azalea Putri along with her five fiancees, Novan Oktavian, Fauzi Abiyyi, Aiman Hadiansyah, Regi Fauzan and Gian Lukmana.’
Immediately Azalea's face turned pale, and Novan saw her anxious.
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