FIGHTING DISC #HappyTeens
The FD chapter 7
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Once at School, Diska immediately got off the motorbike and did not forget to thank Beni who was kind enough to give a ride for free.
Inget.. Ge's.. Ra's.. Tis..
Before Diska even managed to enter the 11th grade of her favorite IPA 3, Diska immediately got a call from Mia, as the chairman of Osis at Pelita High School and also the left hand of the Headmaster who advised that..
"Dis, you're looking for the Headmaster, you find him now in his room, urgent he said."
"What's the matter, Mi??"
Diska tries to extract information from Mia.
But, Mia just shrugged and patted Diska's shoulder quietly while whispering,
"Good luck. FIGHTING'S."
Then Mia passed quickly.
Whats? Good luck???
Wait wait wait wait.
Actually Mia means I'M IN SEARCH OF THE SAME PRINCIPAL??
APPAAA???
The bald guy called me??
Urgent??
There is nothing more emergency than hunger while taking his MATH lesson, sir. Waluyo ??
Is this not a wrong call???
I mean why should I be the one looking for anyway??
What is my same business??
Just getting here can be concluded that something is not right here. Something is not real and there must be something that does not fit in place.
Diska's fur began to bristle.
"Gue had a hunch that something bad was going to happen soon. It's clear that the sudden appearance of the Principal must be a sign that my happiness day in the IPA Class is over."
Understandably, the baldy can be said to rarely appear in public, eleven twelve of the same Dajjal. Just like the troublemaker and the muddled maker of others' lives.
"Don't tell me that the same Dajjal as the principal is actually the same Beings??"
Husssttts.. Ngaco..
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"Diska, I've reminded you of this before, not only for you, but also for the entire IPA class to be more active in learning and so that students can improve their grades again."
Silent disca.
"You take it easy, it's not just you that I moved in, there are about five students including you."
Diska is still.
"So, I hope you can accept this."
Diska remained silent.
"Well, I take your silence as a sign of agreement that you have agreed to transfer classes from IPA to IPS."
Diska shakes.
"You agree, don't you, Diska Trisila?"
Diska shook her head again.
"Why do you disagree? It's for your good too, so you can learn a lot from the IPS class."
"But I don't want to, sir?"
It was the first sound that Diska let out after nearly half an hour of face-to-face with the Headmaster.
"Why don't you want to? What makes you dislike IPS?"
"I didn't like IPS because my parents wanted me to enter an IPA. What if my parents find out about this? I could die, sir."
Diska spoke softly, but contained a sneaky grin behind his own tone. Diska starts to activate her female fox mode to seduce the Headmaster, hoping that the Headmaster can change his mind.
"Diska, you listen to me huh? Your parents will not be angry, instead they will support the decision sa...."
"You can't cut my words first, can you?"
Diska.
"Can Sir."
"Good, so the point is, you are not always in the IPS class, because once you can increase the value above average, then at that time you will again occupy the IPA. Hows it?? Of course there is no better offer than Pelita High School."
Riveted disca.
A better offer?
The better offer according to the Bald is that Diska must move from IPA to IPS, right???
Which side is it, huh? Diska is confused?
Diska was forced to scratch her nape which was not itchy at all.
"Oh, what kind of father is using my maksa all?"
"Swivet.."
"Sir, but I don't want to. I've been in love with the IPA class dead."
"Diska, you must listen to my words."
"Sir, but I can't just leave 11th grade IPA 3."
"It's for your own good, Diska."
"Please sir, forgive me. Let go of me this time, I promise to remember your kindness all my life."
"Please understand."
"What is there to understand, sir? I refused to move to IPS. Point."
It had been almost two hours that Diska had continued to reject the Headmaster's request to move classes. Diska who had been silent for the first half hour, was not contemplating, but was preparing many words that Diska wanted to pour on the Bald.
It is also not a request, it is more like an order, coercion, torture, and oppression to a weak girl like Diska. Worse yet, the Principal's decree was a mandatory order that could not be refuted.
After all, this was so unfair that it even seemed inhumane.
"There must be some element of manipulation."
Say Diska to herself in the heart.
"If you Love dies with the same class IPA, continue what the value of four six you get from the REPly of PHYSICS Bu. Rianti?? Answer DISCAA.."
The Headmaster began to bleed with the defiance Diska had been doing for the past two hours. The Headmaster began to run out of patience.
"That's a khilaf, sir. There's no intentional element at all."
Diska keep berkilah.
"Khilaf???? This isn't the first time you've got a value under five at every time there's a repeat, DISKKAAA. Don't think that I don't know."
"Sir, I'm sorry. But I'll be more serious after this."
"You can prove it all in 11th grade IPS 3."
"But it's hard for me, sir. What is Father??"
"Do you understand what I'm saying or not? You kept talking about me?? I'm tired of talking to you."
"Sir, what do you mean?? Istighfar sir, take a breath... Pull again..
Eject.. Call it sir, call it."
Diska calms the bald one for his faith.
"DISKA, this is free and this cannot be denied anymore. It's final and it's also the school's rule. So, if you don't want to follow the rules of the School, please come out!!"
The bald man pointed towards the door with a burst of emotion.
However, facing Diska was more exhausting than the five kilometer Marathon run.
"Get out of here and go back to 11 IPA 3, sir??"
Diska asked in a trance as possible. Diska even started to show her winning smile. Of course, good parents have much to succumb to with the younger generation. What else with puppy eyes that Diska shows from the beginning until now is certainly very helpful.
That's what Diska thinks so far.
"OUT OF SCHOOL..."
Diska froze in place.
