Galactic

Chapter 10 | Monday!

Monday is a day of horror–but still horror Galaxies according to Orzie. He set foot slowly as he descended the bus, deliberately ignoring the Galactic message of wanting to go to school with him.

It won't. Hoho.

Dry leaves were strewn on the road, the morning breeze greeted gently. The girl walked haphazardly ruining that beautiful scene. Until the phone in his pocket vibrated.

"Beloved~"

"The ant! It's a gimane ringtone instead?!!" pekik Orzie, the mist, pressed the green button on the screen. Understandably, he rarely opens the phone. Once held the toy is just Plants vs Zombie doang.

It turns out Gamaliel called, Orzie knew for sure the Galaxy told the guy his number. Maybe Gamaliel wanted to talk important to the point of calling him this early. He rarely called Orzie.

"Halu~?" greet Orzie friendly.

There's no sound.

Tuttutt...

Connection switched off.

"What is a monkey?" annoyed Orzie stared at the phone screen, about to put it in his cell phone pocket beeping again.

"What's Gam?" ask him as patiently as possible.

"MOON DAY!"

Tuttutut...

Again, the connection is switched off.

Orzie fell silent, snorted, threw the hape and bag and clenched his hands tightly.

"SON SINTIIYINGGG!!!!"

Blood filled his brain, it felt like all the school children who passed by were staring at him confused.

"It's the devil's cake! The cake of the devil is also! I'm so scared, original!!!!!!!!!"

That's how Orzie started his happy day. After breakfast just use vegetable ferns doang, no rice is not perfect for cooking. Moreover, the vegetables do not use salt and micin alias tasteless, the girl is really choppy again.

Ngeselin, anyway.

"Yes Allah... What else is this experiment...?" he grimaced grimly picking up his things, Orzie's stomach was increasingly rumbling after eating leftover fern vegetables last night.

"Woi!" call someone behind, Orzie lazily turned his head because he knew that the one who called him was not some kind of evil human.

"My message why don't you read it?"

"Everywhere why not reply to the title." Orzie murmured a ketus still with an irritated face.

"You've read it must be directly lo bales. I know, you're scared of reading, right?"

"Bawel lu lenggalahin shaman beranak, the original Gal," his snoring pulled the strap of his bag with a pongah face. The package book Physics, PKN and Mathematics make his body difficult to walk.

"Gue doesn't want to know."

"Yes! Aye!! I went home with you! Satisfied?!"

"No."

"Well? What the hell is elo?"

"Gue is coming home the same lo," replied the Calm Galaxy, Orzie's forehead wrinkled in a sign of not understanding the direction of the Galaxy's conversation.

The galaxy glanced at Orzie with a panted eye, "Kan lo payin, means I'm coming home the same lo."

ANJENNKKK GALAXY!!! Hysterical Orzie in heart.

Orzie's mouth opened wide ready to blaspheme but was unplugged while stroking his flat chest.

"Sabaar.... I cried gibeng his mother,"

"The more invisible it is," the man's comment threw his face into the ranks of the Ips class, his interlocutor put on a mupeng face trying to guess.

"You mean my milk?! Hell huh! It's still an enlargement stage huh!!!" his screams were haphazard, dozens of eyes glaring at him cynically. The words were pure coming out of his mouth without a sieve.

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During the last lesson Orzie just kept quiet not to hear, his mind far calculated the cost of delinquent boarding, lunch later, and his debt with Oxy which was not maen much.

The paper behind the book was scrawled with annoyance, it could be ascertained later in the day he could only cook instant noodles without buying fried food or snacks. While Mr. Beni–the middle-aged man who lost the hairs on his head spoke in front calmly.

"Orzie, move you forward!" tell Mr. Beni firmly, who called a small jerk turned to the teacher.

"I-i?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"So... Another shampoo ambassador? Hahhahhas. Oops. Sorry," said Orzie I realized myself. His friends turned their faces withholding laughter.

Orzie stepped forward of the class with a plate face. "What should I do, sir?"

"Oh... Nothing, standing here singing the opening song One Punch Man..."

"Eh? Can you really, sir?" asked Orzie excitedly.

Mr. Beni looked at him with a gloomy aura.

"Yeshaa!!!" sing Orzie imitate the rhythm of the opening season one One Punch Man while pointing at the batok head Pak Beni.

"Brain! Baldies! Bald nutmeg! He's bald! Bald nutmeg! Bootham!!!!"

One class of laughing dropped.

"Wiggly! Baldies! Bald head! He's bald, nutmeg bald! Botaaaaac!!!" the more vigorous Orzie pointed at Mr. Beni. The teacher was surprised not to play see the girl's temperament was really like the rumors of other teachers. Slapdaughter.

"Bo.no, kayak boh.lam. That nutmeg what garden lights?! Baldies! No head with hair! Ke..napa, you don't ask the cave!"

"Brain!" sahut Afif in the back

"What! His disciple Dedy Corbuzerrr!!!" timbrung Mahesa again.

"Nobody knows!!" answer the other boys. One class laughing exploded while banging on the table.

"STOOO!!!"

"You stole my heart, my heart..."

"Oh, sodara Saepul Jamil! Saepul Bumil!" taunting Mahesa on a Yogi who has a pretty, um, big body.

Mr. Beni exuded a gloomy aura full of his intimidation.

"You, Orzie! Didn't you ask me to write that poem!?"

"Huh? Poetry?!" panicked Orzie looked around, he did not know that Mr. Beni was writing poetry. Moreover, he could at least string the words together. Mampus.

"I did it first, sir! I'm not asking you to write that poem!"

"No but-but! Improvise here, hurry!" force Mr. Beni cruel. Orzie cleared his throat like a bald scientist kekemplung water used laundry.

"Sir, so gini. If I can speak frankly without offending the father and kawand-kawand all the different perspectives from me by studying some things taken from various reliable sources without blaming any party of course in an effective and flexible way based on the ability and power of my image in the field of literature to be able to stand in front of here seen by the comrades in arms, so that, surely I will behave objectively by considering all the possibilities and situations that are very unpleasant, can I go back to writing his poem Sir?"

"No." Mr. Beni muttered ketus. Capek Orzie fouled the corners of his lips.

Orzie squeezed a few times but he remained adamant.

Orzie has to create alay poetry now.

"I really can't afford to be.." said the trouble.

"Think what theme you want to lift into a poem, such as a scene, your opinion, the person you love, or the person you love."

In the last sentence Orzie rada-rada not homecoming because the class commotion makes the voice of Mr. Beni vague. All he had caught was a few sentences that was only 'or people you hate'.

Orzie stared intently at the galaxy. Their eyes pounded each other.

"Gallaxi..."

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