Becoming a Ning

Chili-cabean

"Some, yes, I've given input about our task this time is to create an animation such as soul movement.

From a child to the body of a very pious person, there will be many people who want to see. Anime is a lot like that, let alone the story in the orange," my proposal back that does not know will be accepted or not.

"Lu read what kind of story, anyway? You can think of something as silly*l that ha?" caci Wendi propped up her chin looking at me.

Well, if this one eggplant I've explained, right? Why did we pick him up, out of pity of course.

The face that is not handsome is very, much afraid and most easily tired. In fact, he had fainted from the ceremony for an hour.

Very timid, isn't it? When it comes to IQ, I give it 0.5/10. Because there is no woy!

He's always debating with Kanaya! There are things they debate, maybe if they become members of the House of Representatives they are suitable, continue to be invited as guest stars in Mata Najwa wkwkwk.

Plaque!

I smashed his hand, "Your wide-eyed Seenak isn't me, it's up to you! Find it if that's how the groove is, males I see you guys. Ideas are not captured and accepted.

Even in order to start his work, there is no other option. Sono deh y'all, I'm so lazy to see your faces!" throw me a hand.

"Well, you should be the one who went to cake in those dramas," Megi told me.

"Well .. you guys are talking, right! You who came to my table, there on your destruction from this earth. Let the burden of family and country be reduced!" I was clearly staring in their direction.

I chewed the meatballs back quickly and hoped they would get out of my presence, this time the task of making badmood only.

In fact, usually they just sort the same idea that I give. But this time? They even hit it bad.

If ... I were a Ning, nih! Sure, it's easy this kind of business. No one would dare to argue.

"Jude, deh. What concept do you want? Try to explain, if we are interested. Animation concept from you we use as a task!" break up Megi who seemed to have thought decades ago. Uh, could he think?

"Didih, you guys are so fucking pretentious! Interested styles, ogah I explained! It's up to you!" my breakup is of course lashed plus angry at them.

Go leave them because the brand never leaves, "Bik, how much?" ask me while taking the money in my pocket.

"10thousand," he answered.

"Thank You Bik." I left the money on his desk and went outside the cafeteria.

My eyes were round when I saw at the end there was the headmaster, 'Campus, going back to the cafeteria is also impossible,' my mind that inevitably continues to walk towards the front while the headmaster looks at me already very very flat beyond the plywood.

"Hehe, noon Buk," I said with a cry. Returning the veil back also inserts the hair that is shed out of the veil.

The two sides of the veil that I had made on the right and left now I lowered it over the chest.

"It's neat, Buk!" I'm the one who understands that look.

He was still silent, quietly looking back at my mistake by looking up at the shoes, "Please take off his shoes!"

"Huh? Don't dong Buk! What will I wear?" please cupping both hands in front of the chest.

"Please the shoes!" he returned with a cold tone. I take a short breath, if long suck dong I breathe back.

I had to open the white shoes, "When there is also this black color," I grumbled as I opened the shoes.

I am still amazed by the education system in Indonesia, instead of focusing on the values and ways of educating only.

Now, I cut my hair so it doesn't look even though my hair is colored. I sincerely gave him his shoes.

"What are her socks for? I just want your shoes!" press the headmaster who is female, female, female and girl.

"Stage Ma'am," I answered briefly and sauntered away leaving her with a chicken claw.

Y'all know? I actually don't really like to fight against teachers let alone him who is the headmaster status.

Merely, I don't like someone who arranges his student's child so hard while his own son doesn't.

Incidentally, this principal's son attended school here as well and the eleventh grade. I ... is her Classmate.

His son was ordinary, he never rebuked. Though he was worse than I wear; lipstick, mascara, alisan even eyeshadow dah kek ke condangan only.

Yes ... although it should not compare the bad with other bad because it is still bad the point.

Just .. yes, ngot dikit dong so the principal. His son can do anything why other students, no?

"Campus me!" I grumbled as I looked at the man I least wanted to see on this earth.

I turned over immediately and walked quickly away from him, "Mega! Mega!" call him.

But, I had no intention of stopping let alone looking at him. He should have known I avoided it meant not liking him.

Even though I'm his son like this, I'm willing to make it frank to someone. Afraid that he would feel sick rejected by a Princess like me.

"You, I called from earlier. How come it's not horrifying, anyway?" I asked her when she was next to me.

"Eh, did you call me?" tanyaku cengengesan glanced at him.

"Well, where are you going?"

"Huh? Going to class," I replied pointing forward.

Both of my hands held by Angga Yunanda made me stop and stare at her, "Why?" I was confused by what he was doing.

"Your class, ' right there, '" pointed Angga to our left.

"Eh, it's moving, huh?" Kugaruk head that does not itch, may want to lie but even wrong like gini.

I walked first to leave Angga. Yes ... his name is doang Angga Yunanda, the famous and handsome actor.

The originals? Yes, it's so different that he's the same person. But, I must admit that he is a very smart person. Not in everything.

The proof is that he is very stupid in choosing people he likes. Time, so many women in SMK he even chased me.

In fact, 'Chew, why else would this chili-cabean class sister see me like that!' my mind when I saw the headmaster's son and his five friends staring at us.

Well, it's one of those people who likes Angga and chases Angga. Yes ... Angga is good, anyway.

Pretty handsome, tall, smart, can play the guitar let alone sing his voice is very good, basketball players, futsal and also the chairman of the osis.

As far as I know from people who often tell stories about the figure of Angga, he was also contracted as a model of a product.

Now, whether it's still a model or not. I never asked Angga, it doesn't matter!