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"Dis... The disca...."
Beni called right in Diska's ear.
However, Diska did not reply at all.
"Dis.. DISKKAAA'S.."
Sontak Diska glanced at the origin of the sound.
"What's the matter, Ben??"
Diska asked in a super lethargic voice that Diska had in her entire life.
Diska blinked her eyes, and again became lethargic when she saw the classroom 11 IPS 3 and still unchanged even though Diska had read the prayer up to ten times.
Somehow Diska has been in class 11 IPS 3. It was more like sitting next to Beni. Diska does not even understand and also does not remember it at all.
Diska watches around.
Seen students and 11 IPS 3 students are sitting neatly, quietly and obediently listening to the explanation of Miss Caroline as a young and beautiful English Teacher in front of the class.
Even Diska did not hear any sound other than the loud voice of Miss Caroline who echoed in room 11 IPS 3 which was very deafening even though it was just the whisper of students or schoolgirls.
APPAAA???
Wait wait wait...
IPS class is actually..... not noisy at all??? And not bother Master at all????
Diska again recalled about the shadow of the IPS class in her mind. Diska has even made a list about the delinquency of IPS children, namely... Chick. Playboy. Students berandal. Students who like to run away and run away from school. Students who like to smoke at WC. Students who like Teacher. Students in messy uniforms and random random chats. Students who like to be lazy. Students who like to be. The last is students who like to fight and brawl.
Actually is...
Is that possible???
Diska patted both of her cheeks to make sure if this wasn't a dream??
"God."
But Diska's clap did hurt, and that also made Diska more convinced that this was actually REALITY??
REALITIES.. HIS-AT-A-BAN...
Diska keeps an eye on the surroundings again and again. But what he saw was the same view and it remained the same.
Diska again blinked her eyes for the umpteenth time to make sure that what she saw was true.
However, actually..
Beni Class.. No-no.. This is class 11 IPS 3.. No-no.. IPS class is a class that...
It is good to have five thumbs..
The list of mischievous children of IPS began to collapse in the mind of Diska.
Students diligently. Students obey. Students in neat uniforms. And the smart student turns out not only belongs to the IPA class, but actually also owned by the IPS class???
Gawking disca...
Diska even began to erase the bad shadow about the IPS class and began to give the assessment for the IPS class instead.
9.9 Points for neatness.
9.9 Points for cleanliness.
9.9 Points for discipline.
9.9 Points for compliance, and
Why is this so far from what Diska had imagined all along??
Diska turned her head towards Beni, then pulled up Beni's sleeves.
"Ben... Beni's..."
"What the hell, Dis?? You have to listen to Miss Caroline's explanation so you pinteran a little."
Said Beni without looking at Diska, and remained focused on Miss Caroline's explanation in front of the class and occasionally noted important points about the discussion.
Hearing Beni's answer, made Diska turn her head and continue to pay attention to the clingy face of serious Beni who was following the lesson. But not only Beni, even almost all the students in this class also did the same thing as Beni did.
GOOD GOSH..
What is really going on right now??
Diska was dazed again, but a moment later Diska smiled broadly and followed the other students to listen to Miss Caroline's explanation very seriously.
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The second break bell echoed throughout Pelita High School.
The disca sitting on the bench number three from the front of the first row, while the one sitting in the corner is Beni.
Diska refused hard to sit in the corner on the grounds of not wanting to be harassed by Beni. Diska even continues to whine not to sit in the corner because it does not want to be bullied and afraid of Beni's enslavement in his lifetime.
A very unreasonable reason.
Beni who heard the ridiculous reason Diska could only shake her head helplessly and could only spread herself, and give a sharp glare that contained meaning..
"Gue who likes to be bullied and enslaved, but instead I'm the one who is made a scapegoat. Okay, I can take this. But, we'll see in a moment, who's really in the enslavement and who's the enslaveer."
Not yet had Beni said his last sentence in the heart, Diska began to act and began to show his true form as...
Female fox.
"Ouch.. Ben, my hands are tired. I can't do it anymore."
Say Diska while showing Indonesian PR books that have not even opened Diska especially in the record.
The reason for that is because Diska had just moved classes a few hours ago. So, automatically Diska does not know about any PR in the IPS class.
However, because the Indonesian Teacher is a judge, killer and does not want to know about the reasons or any explanation about not doing PR, so in exchange Beni was kind enough to lend her PR notes voluntarily to Diska.
However, who would have thought that Diska is a person who has no shame and heartless veins. Not only asking for the heart, but also asking for the heart.
Beni who could not resist a woman's puppy eyes, especially if it was a Diska, could only scratch the head which was not itchy at all.
Beni really doesn't understand Diska.
How could Diska have felt tired of writing even when Diska had not started?? Diska hasn't even opened her book at all.
However, instead of feeling tired to write, Diska actually pulled a transparent colored nail polish from inside her bag.
GOOD GOSH..
Beni patted his forehead in frustration.
Beni grew increasingly desperate, and began to ask questions in her little heart. By just looking at the behavior of Diska every day, it would even be very impossible for Diska to enter the IPA class, let alone be able to last for three months??
Very quaint.
Three months this?? Not three days..
Think of three months as probation. But after seeing the decline in the value of Diska during the trial process, then Diska has officially disqualified from class 11 IPA 3..
That is if the results of Beni's analysis of Diska.
Beni accepts Diska's book reluctantly and is very forced. Opening the Diska book that turned out to be empty does not contain any graffiti, even though it is just a name.