Chased Om Om

Mr. Teacher Vs Students

My name is Mirzani Pearl. Eit eit. I have nothing to do with that top artist. I'm just an ordinary girl. My parents said the name meant visible pearls. Beautiful isn't.

Regarding my school, I am not a popular student with outstanding grades. I also do not participate in organized activities such as OSIS and his countrymen. In other words. I'm just an ordinary girl. Yep. I'm very ordinary.

Like that afternoon, I was with my friends who were also not popular students, discussing about a teacher at our school.

"Then anyway? Mr Ardi?" my many.

"Yes. Indonesian teacher." said Martha.

"Where's he saying, Mar?" ask Shella.

"His love is a student of this school as well" said Martha.

"Trus trus?", Shella asked as she elbowed me.

"Katamya he once drove her home. Trus also bought cosmetics and clothes. Who is I guess?" ask Martha.

"Don't know. Fictional figures, times." Shella chuckled while coming back to elbow me.

I laughed uncomfortably. Ah, talking about that guy is not good. Especially to get info like this. The more uncomfortable it feels.

Shella's mother brought out her flagship menu, iced cocopandan syrup. Wow suearr. Shella's mother also heard the chatter of the High School children replied, "Already. In the first fresh brain, do not talk only teacher. Not good."

"Yes aunt. Maybe Mr. Ardi just gave an example of fiction, yes tan." answered me who finally got a pinch attack from Shella and Martha.

...

Mr. Ardi is an Indonesian teacher at our school. He is also an extracurricular theater teacher at our school. But he doesn't teach in my class. Just so I happened to follow that exkul.

Like this afternoon. Mr. Ardi began his exodus with prayer. After that we started with vocal training.

"Let's get your voices out. A a a a!" exclaim Mr. Ardi.

"A a a a, "

"A i u e o" he continued.

"A u e o."

"Loosen your muscles. Mouth gymnastics! 3 minutes!"

Ah. for value. Yes, at that time I was confused about what kind of excrement to choose. Basketball, volleyball and his countrymen I'm less adept at. Haha...

"Next week we will be division of roles. The script will be shared. Learned his character."

"Shella try to read. Third line, Andini's conversation" said Mr. Ardi.

"Ja. don't touch. Go awayl. Don't bother me!" said Shella trying the maximum.

"Now try the Pearl."

"Ja. don't touch! Go awayl... Don't bother me."

"Pretty good. Tomorrow should be better. Now try Monica."

"Ja. don't touch! Go then! And don't bother me!"

"Yes like that. Practice at home again. Try next week we're splitting roles for the farewell show."

"Yes sir!"

"Tiara, you were good. More trained. To get a good role later." He suddenly approached me.

"Ah, startled. Yes sir." I said with a casual laugh. Yes relax. It's broken up, it's home.

"For the vocal test. Your voice is ok. Strenuous. I think the hall can hear your voice" he said as he led his bike beside me.

"Yes sir. Uh, sir please if you want to go home gapapa. Don't bother me, sir."

"Yes. Not sung. Where is your home? How's the walk?"

"My house is near sir. It's close to here."

"Oh, then I'll hang out for a second."

"Jeez, no one." I cried in my heart.

"Oh yes, Tiara. Do you like to make any literary work?" continued.

"Like doodling for poetry sir. You see, people have a hard time guessing my mind if I write poetry."

"Yes really."

"Yes yes sir. I have arrived."

"Yes, if you can do a poem. I want to read your poems."

...

Next week.

"Shella's. Anyway, later we go home with ya loh. If not, watch out." threatened me.

"Ciee.. who doesn't want to be alone." - Shella.

"She, geez. No level, no level."

"Eh uh. which school. Why here" said Shella.

"Hey. I know Damar, from a neighboring school. Haha. Want to see the girls here he said." said Tirta, kontan make Damar face met red.

"Ala, Tirta is the one. Usually, he's the one who likes to go to the neighboring school looking for girls" said Shella.

"Yes. I wonder if there is a girl that Tirta often tells me about. Said the girl was cuakeeep ga kelulungan."

"Gee. Is anybody? If there is yes already in the same brush Tirta." I replied with a laugh chuckle. This one is super duper funny.

Prits...

"All assemble. Let's start our rehearsal."

And as always, it starts with a long vocal workout and facial gymnastics. After that, the division of roles began.

The main character was eventually acquired by Monica. Besides that, it's just as a support.

Don't ask. Why not me. Because I'm just an ordinary girl.

"Shella, make?"

"Yes, come. You know, because you're coming home, the distance to my house is further, you know."

"Oh..my dear friend, don't manyun dong. Your smile is so beautiful."

"Hi.. already want to go home." suddenly Mr. Ardi was behind us. So scary, like a horror movie, it comes up all of a sudden.

"Yes sir. Go home. Later in search of the same people in the village if it does not go home."

said Shella.

"Sir, why is the bike, sir, pushed? Nice bike to cook on strike?" Shella's pretending to be stupid.

"Hahaha, no - no strike. I just want to say hello to you guys. Be careful on the road ya." lamgsung starter motor and run away.

"Yes!"

"Indeed you are a reliable friend" I said lifting my two thumbs up.

"Wad. Next week I'm booked again dong story. Make me go home" said Shella.

"Well, many charities many fortune, Shel."

"No, you are the one who does a lot of charity to Mr. Ardi" replied Shella with a chuckle.

"Considerate amit."

"Gih, there gih, find a boyfriend, let's not make it difficult for me. If you have a boyfriend, maybe he won't keep going" said Shella.

"What's right, Shel?"

"Try it. But Damar was whispering. He said Monik is beautiful, ordinary. He even wants to know you. How's it?"

"Tried what? But I don't want to date." I replied.

"Yes, PHP is in. "

"You mean Shel?"

"Yes just let it not be pursued continue the same Mr.Ardi, neng."

"Oh, it's evil dong me. Poor dong Damar."

"Yes, if you don't want to be that serious as Damar" said Shella teasing me who immediately I gifting a pinch on her cheek.

"Like to get people."

"Yes, I will try to help you with practical means to reject Mr. Ardi.

Haha."

"All right, I tried. There is no harm in making friends too. But my friend yes. Merely, pretend more than a friend in front of Mr. Ardi." My inner.