Elan For Kiandra

Announcement

Oh yes, sorry yesterday forgot your announcement. There's a new story from me, the title

My teacher is my husband

Still very fresh, already at 11 chapters yes, immediately in the first favorite for those who like to mourn the chapter yes

A little leak yes

My name is Citra Laila zanna, people call me zanna. More precisely friends who want to hang out with me.

Wh why? Not many people call me because I am not famous.

I have parents that I love so much, my father named Bara and my mother Vina, we live in a small town away from the capital. Being away from the capital made our lives quite simple.

Fortunately I am not a person who likes to walk, yes .. I am just a home child who rarely even hang out with my neighbors or peers, my classmates. While my parents have a grocery store that is not big but enough to finance your life.

Like the shop owner's son, it has been seen how my daily life.

"Zanna, someone bought it. Mommy's cooking, please serve!" my mother shouted making the daydreamy activities in the room so disturbed again and again. This is open. raise the first one, this is the second time.

Heehhhhhhhh

Just a long sigh and a slow step towards my mother's grocery store became her choice.

It was my first routine, my second routine, every day before school I had to help my mom sell her cooked vegetables if I wanted to get an allowance. I'm not an only child, my sister is still two small children and to help take care of them while my mother is being bothered while my father is, every day he is busy looking for additional income by supplying some goods from out of town and will return once a week. That's what my mother said, if I'm clear I don't know either, the important thing is that I believe enough.

"Zanna, that's your sister going to eat, mom bothering." cried my mom, I don't know what all the hobby moms scream? I guess so. Neighboring children also often complain about the screams of their mothers when asked to shop.

"But ma'am, I'll turn off the stove first!" I actually looked like a baby sitter to my two sisters who she said were still for, but I don't think so. They're rioters ....

Two eggs ceplok already so, I just add a barrel of rice, I can give it to my two sisters, actually the plan was to make me to eat alone to prop up the stomach before going to school.

But, oh, what can I do. They need more.

Only eggs are our breakfast menu because my mother is busy in the morning, my family is not a rich family that can easily get good food every time you want. My mother was a mature vegetable seller, but not her own mother who made it. Mother took from a neighbor who was deliberately entrusted in the mother's shop, because every morning must be a neighbor shopping for kitchen needs in our store.

I approached her twin sisters who were packing her books,

"Breakfast deck!" I put the two plates on the table in the dining room, one place with my brothers' study room is still SD.

Mother and father purposefully put their study table in the dining room because our room was not spacious, only three times three meters in size can only be entered a medium-sized bed and one wardrobe is also a small table.

Some of the furniture in our house was not put in place because our house was narrow enough to be inhabited by six people,

Oh yeah almost forgot, in addition to his two twin sisters, I also have one older brother, but unfortunately his life is not clear. I am often ashamed of it. Maybe my parents are the same but I don't know, they never complain.

The house you occupy is the inheritance of the mother lord's people. Even so the mother had to have mortgaged the certification for business capital, so the mother, father and maybe I had to work hard to make up for it.

My brother also no longer cares, I prefer that he does not have to go home because every time he comes home it always makes a tantrum.

He actually had a family but not infrequently he asked for money from my mother.

"Zanna, sorry mom, the money for your SPP is full again, because today it is due to installment payment!" Said my mother.

Hehhhhhh

And again I can only sigh, because today is also due for payment of SPP. One more week of the semester exam, if it is not paid in the last week then I will be threatened not to take the exam.

"Give up Mom, Zanna's leaving first!" I said irritatedly as I grabbed my mother's hand and kissed the back of her hand saying goodbye.

Even to complain it felt so heavy the word came out of my lips because I already knew my mother's answer.

"Later on, I'll pay, but not now!!!" and it keeps repeating.

"Sister, Rara is with Riri!"

Hahhh, always ..., lamented in my heart, it feels lazy if you have to stop by their school first, of course I will be late.

"No, brother is in a hurry." I quickly refused.

"Don't do it, kid, you guys are all in the same direction. Later if you want to have mom buy her own bike also will not nebeng you right!"

Yes aampuuunnn, mother of defense....,

"Alright, alright. Come aboard!" I can only resign.my mini bike should be on my two sisters too and know what the impact is, I should go down often and push as often as possible than riding it.

"Other times don't have to babeng brother anymore, brother tired to know." I cheated on my two sisters who are still in second grade Elementary.

Hahhh, I'm so stupid. Where he understood I was angry they thought I was joking with him.

"Here in!"

After making sure they entered the school, I rushed to pedal my bike back. It's seven or less five, the way to school is quite far and I only use my butut bike, I don't have superpowers that can move as fast as lightning.

"Sir sir, don't close the gate!" I shout at the security guard and as usual, the security guard has been very familiar with me

"Wait there, fifteen more minutes to come in ."

"But sir, I'll be five_ late,"

"Fifteen minutes!"

Hahhh it's up to you, anyway I can rest for a while ....

Today I also have to add a red note to my BP book.

Too late, I forgot how it wasn't too late.

I had to wait until the gate was opened again and headed to BK's room.

"You're third grade, you should be penitent. Don't keep on sticking!" Grumbling the security guard while opening the gate after fifteen minutes of leaving me outside, I chose to remain silent and enter the school courtyard when the gate was opened, "If you stay late like this, it could be that the school will not pass you!"

I just kept quiet and followed the steps of the guard. At the age of eighteen I had to be wrought with a hard life, even if I did not pass it might not be a hard thing for me. If I had to drop out of school, I think it would be much better. I can work and collect my own money.

Tok tok tok tok

The security guard knocked on the door, the door above which was written the counseling guidance room.

"Lake in!" sounds from within.

While the security guard entered I chose to wait and sit in the long chair on the terrace of BK room. I can still hear their conversation because the door is not closed anymore.

"Good morning Mr. Ardi, this is a kid who's late every day!"

"Good morning, where's the kid?"

I feel foreign to the voice of the BK teacher, it seems like he is not a normal BK teacher.

"Come in!" the orders of the security guard.

I had to get back on my feet, but my feet were too tired to move back, I went in after the security guard.

"Here's his son, sir" pointed the security guard at me, I still bow my head.

"I'll stay, sir!"

"Yes, please!"

I lowered my head, being in one room with a man made the air feel tight. I want to leave soon, though,

"Say your name!" his orders, it's not the voice of Mr. Ramdan the teacher of BK. I could see the man in front of me, with the teacher's keki shirt and a circular bracelet in his hand folded in front of his chest, he stood leaning against the table in front of me, right in front of me.

"I'm Zanna, sir!"

"Full name?"

"The image of Laila Zanna!"

The man seemed to change his position, he walked around the table and sat on his stool, taking one of the maps in the pile of maps, the top map.

He seemed to open it, though,

"Citra Laila Zanna, since July, entered the first semester in the eleventh grade, the same class to date, counted five months, there are only thirty days you are not late, there are only thirty days you are not late, that's one to five, is that true?"

I could only nod my head, it was true. Rather than getting up early I would rather leave in a hurry and end up late. It seems to make me bad.

"Why is it too late?"

"Yes too late!"

"What reason?"

"Do you need a reason? What if I want to be late?"

Hhhh ...

I knew he was grunting and I smiled because it upset him.

"Well, if punishment doesn't usually deter you, then I'll give you a different punishment!"

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