Don't Say Love (Prove It Only)

gaje Part

In haste, Tarra and Alan immediately pass from the presence of Ganjar sir, before the famous killer teacher gave his love to them by giving punishment.

"Crazy is teacher one, his aura is indisputable." Alan grumbled.

"Choose..., your aura if again menegombalin more nyeremin girl tau?! Make the girl you gombalin directly creeps horror. Hahaha.." by Tarra.

"His name is also effort times, bro?! If there is a girl who is grateful to say acute singles status that has been attached to my ID card for how many years!" alan is ridiculous.

"Pe-ak, is there a date status column??"

"That's it, KTP is the Dating Card. Haha..."

"Hhu... Fucking dodol!!" namel Tarra heard the friend's silly speech, while punching Alan slowly on the shoulder.

" Haha... Udah ah, there you can meet Mr. Budi before you get to hang your ntar on his favorite keladi tree. Good luck, bro! Hahaha.." said Alan when they arrived in front of the teacher's room, and immediately entered the room to immediately complete his noble mission of helping the teacher before himself was also hanged by Miss Lilis the single teacher.

"Excuse me, Sir. You need to be with me?" tarra asked politely after dealing with the headmaster who was seriously working on something on his desk.

"Oh, yes Tarra. You want to ask for help with you, please deliver this map to Nusa Bangsa High School well now" replied the headmaster while giving a map in dark blue to Tarra.

Tarra received the map and immediately opened it to find out what the contents of the map were. It's possible that inside there's a bomb that would make him a suicide bomb target when he carries it later.

But after being seen, touched, and traded (it's been a new paper money cake just well 😂), (, in it only contains a sheet of paper with the approval of a friendly sports match between schools between Merah Putih High School and Nusa Bangsa High School which has been signed by the principal.

"Hehehe.., sorry sir I don't want smart ass, but this is right we are in the digital era, no longer living in the stone age, sir, why for something like this we have to work hard to deliver directly to the destination? It's easy to just send via school email, sir." said Tarra trying to negotiate.

"Do you feel like you know more about everything than I do?" ask sir Budi flat.

'Always like this sensitive bald sir.' inner Tarra.

"Sorry, sir. It's not what I mean" Tarra finally said.

"But today I didn't bring my own vehicle, sir." continued Tarra finally remembered that today he didn't bring a car, and that he could make an excuse to reject the wishes of the headmaster.

"good. You can go with my driver." replied the principal as he returned to his desk with a sheet of paper.

"If so, why not the father's driver who drove, or maybe the employees at this school are also there. Or you can also use online delivery services, there are many sir." proposed Tarra.

"You don't want your father to ask for help?" asked the principal to stop his activities and turn his eyes to Tarra.

Tarra felt anxious himself, wanting to scratch the head of the school's bald head using a tuning fork and mop up the thick mustache that was hanging under his nose.

'God...., is this kind of activity the principal who takes care of? Isn't there a more important job to take care of?' inner Tarra.

'It's free to argue the headmaster of the school strange model of this bald sir. Mending was just right before I got into trouble.' Inner Tarra again with a slow sigh.

"Good, sir. I will take you to Nusa Bangsa school. I'll just find the ojek sir, so as not to get stuck in traffic." replied Tarra finally obeyed the order of the school officials.

Tarra immediately passed from the principal's room, unwilling to deal any longer with the bald-headed principal.

Out of the school gate, Tarra dizzy looking for a motorcycle taxi driver who used to hang out at the base near his school.

There was a nangkring motorbike at the ojek base, with a woman in a green hijab tosca was fiddling with her cellphone while sitting near the motorbike.

Tarra immediately approached the woman, who did not seem to be bothered by her presence. The woman seemed to be flirting with her smartphone. From where Tarra stood, Tarra could hear the occasional teeet...

Maybe she was playing a game on her phone. Whether it's a game, until it sounds nguik-nguik everything.

The woman looked up, distracting her from her nguik-nguik game.

"What's up, ma'am? Ojek?" asked the woman to turn off her phone and put it in her jacket pocket.

"Yes, if I want to ngojek. Where's the motorcycle shop?" tarra asked as she spread her gaze around the base area, but once found the figure of a motorcycle taxi driver.

"Mas want to skip it? Hadheuuuhh. It's been hard parents nyari money for nyekolahin his son, uh the child even play truant-jauber aja school. What would this country be trying to be, if all the school kids were like you? Your job as a student is to learn, let pinter, not even slack off during school hours. Poor mas, my mother was tired of working money for school fees and even her son was playing indistinctly." the woman even sniffed the firecracker cake, making Tarra sigh heavily.

"I need a mpok ojek, to do the job of the principal, instead of wanting to digengerin lecture from mpok. Hadheuuuhh " said Tarra.

"Sound, reason. Tell me to pray, use all the lies say told the headmaster." cynical the woman.

"Well what the hell mpok, this is I was actually told by the principal to file nganter to Nusa Bangsa school. Jeez.." explained Tarra while lifting the map in his hand.

"Eh, is it true that you're not truant?" ask the woman to feel careless.

"Dizziness is the same as mpok. Now, where is the carpenter? I'm in a hurry." annoyed Tarra.

"Lha, I'm the taxi driver myself." replied the mpok as he pointed at his own nose.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It's been waiting for this file." said Tarra quickly.

"Hehehe.., sorry mas, I only accept female passengers. Not accepting male passengers. Sorry." replied the grinning mpok.

"Oh my God..., where's the male carpenter going? I'm really in this hurry." annoyed Tarra.

"Just gone, mas. Nganter passengers." replied the mpok.

"Oh yeah, just my anterin. If I leave late I can be punished by the principal." Pinta Tarra.

"But I don't accept male passengers. My husband is jealous, I will be romelin, suspected later I will cheat." reject the mpok.

"Gosh, mpok. I was a schoolboy, not with anyone's wife. Even if the beautiful voice is like Lasmi Kamora, the dangdut singer who is traveling with KDRT, I am not interested." - furious Tarra.

"Gak ah, mas.." reject the ojek keukeuh mpok.

"I paid double." proposed Tarra.

"Sorry, you can't mas." the ojek's mpok still refused.

"OK three times. I don't want to, I want to order the ojek online only." final Tarra while reaching for the phone in his pants pocket.

"Ready, mas. Come on up." replied the ojek mpok fast already nangkring in the motorcycle seat complete with a helmet that had stuck in his head while his left hand thrust the passenger helmet into Tarra.

Tarra gawks, it turns out the power of money can change people's principles so quickly.

"The seat does not sit, we are not mahram." said the ojek mpok, as Tarra sat behind him.

'Oh my God..., why did my bad luck continue? Give this handsome creature good luck, O Lord.

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