Come Marry

Chapter 2 Bets

"Narcissistic Fundamentals!" pekik Cessi annoyed.

However, as if innocent. Bargo was just a whimper and he liked their current position. It was very difficult for him to get close to Cessi. If, don't make the girl angry first.

"Woy! Don't date! This forbidden area!" amara's screams made Cessi sniff angrily and approached her friend.

"Loe! I'm called Mr. Martin!" said Cessi annoyed and passed while nudging Amara's shoulder. Making your friend emotional.

"Tessi! Loe is wrong! Why am I the target!" amara shouted annoyed at the attitude of Cessi who blamed her. Though, it was Cessi's own fault that came always late.

However, Cessi did not respond to the screams of her best friend. He chose to accelerate his steps towards Mr. Martin's room.

He slowly drew and exhaled, then knocked on the door of his homeroom.

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"Lake in!"

Cessi pushed the door slowly, after hearing the command from within. He saw the teacher sitting down and opened some files, and asked him to sit down.

"Ceslisiaoliv, do you know why I called here?" martin asked without turning his attention to the sheet after sheet of paper held by him.

Meanwhile, Cessi swallowed the silver. He's nervous to death, if Mr. Martin calls his foster parents and it'll get him in big trouble.

"I'm sorry, sir. Next time I won't repeat," explained Cessi.

What Cessi said made Mr. Martin stop the activity and looked at the student with a frown.

"Indeed, you know your reason? You call here?" ask Martin and be answered by Cessi.

"Because I'm late for class?" clearly with a low tone.

Martin only smiled wryly at the words of Cessi, he was tired of taking care of the routine of this one student. Like, being late is a characteristic of Cessi. In fact, it would feel strange if the girl came on time according to him.

"Father, want you to represent our school to do public speaking at a textile company. You can't?" obviously Mr. Martin wants Cessi as a guide in a visit to a company that offers to be published the things they do in the office. Plus, their schools are indeed majors. This is a great opportunity and able to raise the name of their school.

With sparkling eyes, Cessi confirmed what the teacher said, "Seriously, sir? Not to mention my–prank, is it?"

Martin smiled smirk heard, what was said by Cessi and intended to prank his student child.

"Yes, I want to create your nge–prank content and increase my number of followers."

This time, Cessi smiled wryly. After hearing Mr. Martin's words, "Not so, deh. I'd rather go to school" Cessi refused. Makes Martin a mistake.

"Eh, don't do it! Mr. Seriously, ask you to be your senior brother and of course there is a commission" explained Martin, winking his eyes and able to melt Cessi's heart. Of course, he would not refuse something that smelled of money.

After the conversation, or it could be called the process of cooperation between Mr. Martin and also Cessi. Although it goes with alot, because Cessi is always asking for high fees.

However, Mr. Martin did not lose to that student. He also pulled–ulur, until Cessi gave up and wanted to work well together.

The old saying goes, 'Teacher pee stands, student pee runs'. It didn't matter if, the disciple defeated his teacher. However, all knowledge that is possessed comes from the teacher or temperature.

Cessi's face was radiant, like a sunflower that flowers in the morning. Until the hour of school, the girl's sweet smile did not fade. Make Amara who noticed the happiness of his best friend was wondering, what makes Cessi to short.

"Cess, you why the hell? Smile themselves? Make horror know!" abugn. When they're in the school parking area.

But not to tell. Cessi even makes Amara hot–cold curious.

"You know." After saying that, Cessi put on a helmet and gas tank. Leaving behind the curse of Amara who was like a broken cassette that had no intonation rose again.

"Basic! Cessi!" amara shouted to Cessi who had drifted away.

Cessi carried the pace of the bike casually, like on the beach. The road that began to be crowded was filled with children who returned to school like him. Making Cessi must exist carefully, can be revoked his SIM. If there is an accident on the road.

In fact, his favorite motorbike will be confiscated by his adoptive parents. In fact, the motor used by Cessi from the results of his efforts so far. It feels unfair, if the adoptive parents take what is not their right

However, Cessi knows herself. Who he is and what he has had all along. Perhaps, will not be able to repay the sacrifice of Mr. Broto and Ms. Indri.

Until, not felt. The motor driven by Cessi arrived at a yard that is not spacious and overgrown with several shady trees. The girl parked her favorite motorcycle and went inside the house. He saw Indri's mother sitting in front of the television in the living room.

"Cess, you just got home?" ask the woman. "Please wash the dishes and lift the clothesline, oh yes.all take the Mother's cake that is entrusted to the stall," added Ibu Indri gave the task to Cessi.

Not even Cessi released her school uniform, even the girl's stomach was not filled with rice. I got a lot of work from my adoptive mother.

If, in a fairy tale. Stepmom is more cruel than the capital. So, for Cessi the adoptive mother. More cruel than stepmothers, because there is no good treatment from adoptive mothers. Unlike the stepmother who will be good to her child, if the father is near her.

As usual, Cessi did not answer or reject her adoptive mother's request. He only does what he is assigned, because he knows himself. Having been accommodated and raised, that was enough for Cessi. In a world as violent as it is now, many people are hypocritical and two-faced. In front of good and rotten behind, Cessi is still lucky. Because, well taken care of. Until, now. It has to be a babu.

After doing homework, Cessi walks out. Then drive the bike, towards the grocery store. Where Ibu Indri entrust the cake, as additional income.

It didn't take long, because it was so close. Cessi called a woman. The shop owner.

"Mother! Mama! Mama!" call Cessi repeatedly in a loud voice. Until, the middle-aged woman came out and smiled at him.

"You take, merchandise ... Your mother?" ask the woman who got the little nod of Cessi.

Patiently, Cessi waited outside. He dared to bet, if the cake made by his adoptive mother did not sell.

"Cess, sorry, yeah. The place," explained the shop owner's mother who made Cessi's eyes bulged.

"Ko' can?"