FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

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"Oh well, then Maak should come to school immediately now,“ the voice of the caller is getting stern.

“Loh?? What's wrong??” my question is getting more confused.

“It would be better if Mbak came directly to the School, so that my explanation is clearer“ the voice of the caller is more thrilling.

“I yes well sir, I will come to Sekolah“ soon I replied finally.

‘Zaiiiinnn what are you doing?? Until the school made me call??’

I hastily snatched my bag and rushed straight to Zain's school, having already left my shop with my staff.

Upon arrival at the school I went to, I immediately entered the teacher's room, it felt so pounding, why am I this? Already like the parents of students who caught his son naughty at school? Wait, did Zain also do mischief at school?? Oh Allah ...

“Excuse me sir, I am the guardian of the student on behalf of Muhammad Zain, previously I got a call from the school to come here,“ my reply to one of the teachers who happened to be in the school office.

“Oh, yes, Muhammad Zain, is in BK ma'am room, let's follow me“ replied Guru, who I know his name sir Ilyas, see from the name tag.

“In BK room sir?? Zain why?“ manywould be surprised.

“Let's BK teacher who will explain it ma'am, mari“ replied sir Ilyas, while passing ahead of me.

I took a breath following Ilyas, my heart raging, what Zain had done, until I was called to school.

Krrriieeittt ...

BK space opened,

“Astagfirullah, Zaiiiinnn!!!!!” I shouted in shock, with a look before me.

“Sister, hhheeee“ replied Zain while smiling sucks.

I closed my mouth, when I saw Zain holding his ears with his arms crossed, his left leg raised up, and his right leg made a crutch, a random dress, what I believe is that the buttons are no longer complete, the nose is bleeding, and the hair is random - scrambling, random - scramble my heart. Eh?.

I spread my eyes, there are three students who have the same fate as Zain, I'm sure they must be rival Zain, considering their faces have been battered, I see also the parents, I'm sure, the guardians of these wayward disciples were whispering - whispering at me who had just come, I don't know what they whispered. Even I saw a fat-bellied policeman, staring at me with a murderous gaze, as my legs felt helpless.

What's the matter?? Why bring all the police?? Did Zain make such a big mistake that he had to be led to the police station?? But my mouth seemed to be unable to say anything. I just walked slowly towards the lowered downed teacher BK.

“Pak, sorry ..“ my broom, which while can only say that, I need time to collect my life.

“Yes, Muhammad Zain's guardian, right?” The teacher I asked raised his head.

“Astagfirullah ..” I cried again in shock, when I saw the Master also matching his nostrils with cotton that was already red, because of the blood flowing from his nostrils, a face that was blue bruised, and the, and hair that is no less random - scramble.

“Please sit Ma'am,“ Guru BK shows me a chair, next to the other guardians of the students.

“Ba good pak“ I replied stuttering, I don't know what to do now.

“So like this, Father, Mother, as the guardian of these students, I want to tell you, that the students who are none other than the sons of the Father and Mother, all of you, we will be suspended for the next three days, because we have committed school violations,“ Guru BK opened his voice while grimacing holding his bruised cheek, I know that cheek must hurt, I know, as it hurts my heart to experience this reality .. iiiiieeeewwww ...

“What has my son done until his circumstances like this??” ask the mother with a plump body, with menor makeup, and jewelry that wwaaawww....

“So this son of Mom and Dad, has violated the school rules, first they have cheated when the replay is underway, second they almost run away from school, while the lesson time is still going on, third, the second time is still going on, awwww. adddududududududah“ explanation Guru BK stalled, probably because of the pain and pain around his face that from earlier he held.

“The third, because they were caught wanting to skip school, they blamed each other, and finally there was this fight“ explained teacher BK while grimacing, while I?? Don't ask, I'm in shock, shock, sprains, I want to be angry.

“Then, you also got hit??” I asked myself to ask.

“Iya Mbak, I got hit by a few blows, when I tried to break them“ replied Guru BK.

“Yes Allah,“ I shudder to imagine it, then my view turns to creatures who make trouble, and who in the face even grimaces without sin.

“You should as a teacher in school can guide and educate these children properly dong!!“ the slender mother shouted opening her voice.

“Iya, What father?? You don't see my son getting battered like this??” shouted the curvaceous mother back to voice.

“Iya, Mr 'his teacher, it is inappropriate for you to suspend our son!!“ they shouted almost simultaneously.

“Ah ... already now who will be responsible for the treatment of these children??” suddenly, the police officer who had been silent spoke.

“Pak, why did you call the police all?? Can't be solved by family??” ask me to Teacher BK, who increasingly looks frustrated.

“Sorry Mbak ..” Not yet Teacher BK replied,

“I am a parent of a student whose sister Mbak tonjok!“ The policeman looked at me intently, as if to hold me to full account, I closed my eyes, as my head throbbed.

“Iya Mbak, sister Mbak also who made my son's uniform damaged, Mbak must be responsible!“ yelled the curvaceous mother, who frightened me even more.

“And sister Mbak also who makes my son so bruised face like this!“ now that the slim mother chimed in, I felt intimidated, why did everyone hold me accountable?.

“Ma means?? I have to endure all this?? Wh why?? Didn't your son also make my sister hurt??” feeling disgruntled, I tried to negotiate.

“But our most severe child, indeed Ma'am did not see the condition of our children??” their answer was almost compact, with a face ready to pounce on me.

“Truely so Zain??” I asked my husband, and then I looked at his three friends that I can confirm, their wounds were much worse than Zain.

“Sister, sorry“ replied as he lowered his head deeply,

I took a deep breath, there was an aggravation that I found hard to express.

“Alright, I will be responsible for everything, including for the treatment of Mr. Guru,“ I replied weakly while staring at Guru BK who had just looked at me, with a look of pity. Teacher BK nodded then squeezed his already messy hair.

While my rancid husband just smiled wily drowned his narrowed eyes.

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