Forced to Marry Manjaku Students

Chapter 3

The atmosphere in the classroom, which at first seemed rowdy, suddenly turned silent after Mr. Hadi, the headmaster of Bhineka High School, entered.

“Good morning kids. This is the new teacher at our school. He will teach mathematics. So, I hope you are friendly and polite to him!” pinta Pak Hadi before leaving the classroom.

As soon as the door closed, a loud noise was heard in the classroom. They whisper to each other. In the corner of the room the slightly sangar-looking male student showed his underestimate attitude towards me, but the other students looked enthusiastic, really, towards me.

One by one with my foresight combed the 25 students in one class. Very different indeed students in elite schools. Whether their appearance or intelligence, can be seen many students who wear glasses.

“Good morning, kids. Introduce me Mr. Arjuna, your new math teacher,” my smile without a smile. Failing again I showed a friendly attitude that I was trying to build.

Sometimes I wonder about myself, why is it so hard to smile at others.

“Cakep really, our new math teacher, although I do not like mathematics, if the teacher is like this, I must jabanin,” whispered the student who sat in the middle row.

Ever since entering she kept watching me, while sending her sweet smile.

“Cakep? Saucy Digo,” timpal the girl sitting next to him. If you could say they were not whispering, but chatting because both the other children in the class would have heard, including me.

“Cakep, crazy! Just look at his athletic body, macho face, I swear, I immediately fell in love,” continued the other girl.

“See the appearance of this village, iuyuuuh, not really. Digo dong, it's cute, macho, the boy of the motorcycle gang again,” timpal the beautiful girl. “Whoever becomes that tacky father's girl, must be ashamed!” he continued smiling here.

Highlight my eyes immediately stared intently at the long-haired and slightly curly girl. Well-favoured. That was the first impression I valued of him. Very pretty even, like a Caucasian descendant. The eyes, lips, nose, and everything that was attached to the face were perfect. However, back I guess, she must have been an arrogant girl. Perhaps of all the students in that class, she was the prettiest. But never mind, it doesn't matter that snot girl either. I'll mark him, because I'm tacky and moody. He doesn't know the many accomplishments I have.

A glance at his face reminded someone, but I forgot who. Forget it, it doesn't matter either.

“If anyone wants to ask, please,” haggarku lazy. My hope is yes, no asking. Know for yourself High School children, what else today, there is a work to get the attention of teachers, not even a little upset.

“Pak!”

I looked to the left, at the child who raised his hand. Tall girl with ponytail hair.

“Ya, please!”

Look, he wants to ask what. My feelings are not good. There must be something that the girl will ask, even if it is not important.

“Pak Arjuna what is the relationship with chef Juna?” Don't you! My instincts are strong!

“No relationship, only equally male. Hobby is different, he likes to cook, I like to do maths, which you will do!”

Uuuu.....

Woooooooo....

The classroom atmosphere is like the front gate of the DPR office which is again protested by students who reject the new government policies or rules. Quite strong!

“Pak, really, directly give about, anyway. You don't want to ask our names one-on-one first?” chirp the cute girl with the bangs sitting at the front of the left row.

“As time goes by, surely I know your names. Now get to work on this!”

After writing five questions, I turned to face them. I saw the students who were on the first and second lines, looking so serious about working on. Just starting from the middle row to the back, which looks less enthusiastic, but still want to work, although still mengedumel. However, the girl I said was the prettiest, she was busy with her smart phone.

I stared hard at him. At first glance he looked up, then refocused on his phone screen. Even the volume of the game from his phone was deliberately hardened to make me upset.

Did she think that since she was beautiful, she could ignore the task I was given?

“Whose name are you?” my hardik is firm. Don't suppose because I'm a young teacher, and also just an honorary teacher, he's trivial with me.

“I, Sir?” It was precisely the one next to him who looked up at me and replied.

“Not you, next to you,” my sambar. I remember that girl insulting me.

“Aluna!” The answer was again impolite and very arrogant.

“Stand!”

For a moment he remained silent on his bench. Cuek, and as if not care about the serious face that I showed. Most annoyed, he just cursed at the harsh words, and did not deserve to be said by a student, and all that he threw at me.

“You have ears? I said stand up!”

I walked to his desk. Instantly silent. The boisterous little voice of the students' tweets, instantly muffled, only the thumping sound of my pantofel shoes.

“Stand!” I snapped loudly, making the girl beside him and almost all the students in the class surprised and look scared on their faces.

The girl stood up. He's outmatched. However, my last snapping sound was probably too loud, making him squeak. Visible clear bulir welled in his eye pelupuk.

I read the badge name on his chest. Aluna Casey's. H.

My eyes returned to his face. “Why don't you do the problem? Just playing a game? Are you happy to join my class?”

The girl still held her lips together. Maybe his eyes were glazed, but still he was clearly stubborn which still did not want to lower his ego to acknowledge me as his teacher.

“My Jawab!”

“I don't like. I can't accept being taught by your kayak tacky teacher! This is an elite school, why should there be no teachers as fun as you!”

“Then, every time I teach in this class, you please come out. Tomorrow I will call your parents!”

Maybe my anger is too big. I should have been able to contain it. This is my first day teaching. However, this girl in front of me was really testing my patience.

“Fine!” He snatched the bag over his desk and walked out of the classroom.

All eyes were on the girl who slammed the door on the way out. The classroom suddenly quiet.

That was the beginning of my feud with Aluna. Hoping that the granddaughter of Opa Jer that I will marry does not have an annoying and arrogant attitude like Aluna. Samar after Aluna passed, I heard the soft voice of one of the students.

“Pak Arjuna has wrongly expelled the students,” decit one of the students looking at me pity.