Dilan Picisan's

that girl

~FOR TODAY ONLY, LET ME

FEEL GOOD JUST~

{QITNESS COMMISSION}

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The girl walked while tightly hugging a book covered in tosca green. Her beautiful face looked gloomy with a gripping aura. Walk with very big steps. I want to get to his destination quickly.

The greeting of people his age he did not gubris. He seems very upset for what reason.

Now he was standing at the door of the teacher's room.

Her tiny hand clasped tightly onto the doorknob.

Taking a deep breath neutralizes the anger that has reached the sweet potato and then exhales violently.

Then in.

"Assalamualaikum Sir. Sorry I'm late." Her great-grandchild.

"Dilan Maharani! Are you serious about running a poetry race or not?! If you're just messing around, don't waste my time! I can at least train this irresponsible child like you! Even though you are the son of the chairman of the foundation but I will not be disinclined by you! Don't because no teacher dares to rebuke you, you're a HUNCH!" Sosor Pak Akbar's. Famous literary teacher killer.

He did not distinguish between ordinary students or unusual students such as Dilan, the son of the head of the school foundation.

"sorry. I'm mistaken. I'm not on time." Said the girl.

Since then he had only listened to the teacher's spicy words in front of him. He clenched his hands tightly, biting his lower lip, and closed his eyes trying not to get carried away by emotion again for the second time this morning.

"Now you go to your class! Today's training doesn't need to continue." Said Mr. Akbar then still in an annoyed tone.

"But sir, I'm the bell..."

"We continue tomorrow only today I am not in the mood to train you. Consider this a punishment." Then Mr. Akbar cut off the girl's word.

"SERIOUS LAN, MR AKBAR SAID SO?" Shouted the girl with short-cut hair even a little like a man. Still seems sweet. Miara.

The girl with full name Dilan Maharani just nodded her head.

They both sit in the school garden.

"IT'S REALLY TRUE MR. AKBAR. HE SHOULD HAVE UNDERSTOOD YOUR EXPLANATION FIRST. PEOPLE LIKE HIM CAN BE A TEACHER ANYWAY?!" Protest again.

"Ck, yes Lo really, Ra. I should not have nolongin guy did not know thank you that this morning, huh justin aja he was in the gang thugs. If I do not know him I will not be late, will not be sprayed by Mr. Akbar, will not be emotional like gini. What did he say, my poems are slingshot? Hush." Dilan was very upset.

"Gue gombalin pake poems I must baper him." Further.

Miara worked her eyes out many times. I can't believe what Dylan said.

"Lo met a guy, Lan?"

"Huh, yes this morning just want to go to school there is a guy who wants to be yanked by bang Jaky, it's a gang thug who is very badcong." Dilan.

"Continue?"

"Yes. Keep...gue please. Not thanks cake, what cake. You know not brengs*k guy even said me! What I said poetry maniac!" Grouse Dilan.

"Cowoknya gant.." had not had time to continue his words but Dilan directly glared at him.

What is it that his best friend had time to ask such a useless thing. Thought Dilan.

Dilan just hoped he would never meet that shitty guy.

Don't meet up.

 

To be continued