High School Time

Jigong Dragon

"Frankly, it must catet itself." said Mother who was uncovering the window curtain until the afternoon sunlight entered the room, showing the visual of Givan increasingly clear.

"Mother, how can you take Givan to .. ouch!" Echa stopped her speech and went back inside her blanket. He accidentally saw his reflection in the mirror and saw his face and hair were really messy.

"Involuntarily, let's see you're a raspy," said Mother who was like her already standing near Givan, her voice seemed close. "Udah yuk Givan us out, long time here is also not good for health. Inhaling the air mixed with the dragon jigong."

Mother, jesus. Echa was already embarrassed by her appearance, now in the clear again, by her scent.

"Make out Echa."

After hearing the sound step away, and the door closed, new Echa out of his blanket. Once again Echa sees her reflection in front of a mirror that looks bad. Bad one.

And Givan saw this? Complete with her pillow face that was shocked.

"It's so bad you, ah!" Echa denounced her own appearance. "Not padlocks anymore, jamet padlocks."

Echa forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, take a shower?

Echa looked at her shower then shook her head. "Not yet, yeah!"

After that, Echa came out of the bathroom and changed into clothes. Slip her socks and sweaty jacket into the laundry basket, then spray a lot of perfume all over her body, from top to bottom.

It's nothing, so he doesn't insecure when he faces Givan. Don't want to steal the show either, so, how?

"So it is not called the smell of dragon jigong, already. Geck!" the word Echa gave an explanation to itself.

He saw Givan sitting on the living room carpet with his Mother. And Echa just realized, Givan is still wearing his uniform, still carrying his bag. Not home?

"Eh, it's already here the material of our gibah" said Mother when she saw the arrival of Echa there.

"What is gibah? What the hell is that talking about, Mother?" ask Echa who was sitting there, next to Mother. Then Echa's hand also leads to Givan, who turns out to be staring at her with a strange smile, whether what's on the man's mind, must be a bad thing about him." Why are you here?" tanya Echa sprayed Givan.

"So your tutor" replied Givan with a smile that was still the same.

Speaking of which way is the lips that often smile slanted? Echa rarely sees it.

"Yes my mother is staying, yes." Mother rose from her sitting. "You sleep tight, sleep very sleep Mother with you ngoceh semalem."

There was a sound of restrained laughter from Givan as Mother alluded to it. Whatisthis? Givan knew that?

"Is there a grudge I'm afraid are you the same one whose name is Angga? Called up and on, said he wanted to inject his mouth?" Mother laughs. Then he looked at Givan. "Alajarin yeah, this kid let me pinter like you."

Givan nodded.

Mother smiled and left.

While Echa sniffed near Givan, filling the place that had been occupied by Mother, "Aut told Zia ya come here?" ask Echa stale base. Before exiting, Echa checks her phone, and finds Zia sending some messages.

[Cha, Givan is going to your house.]

[Be careful, social distancing. He's a bit gesrek.]

"God!" Echa flicked a finger in front of Givan's face that didn't answer his question. "Well, I'm a museum sculpture."

Instead of answering Echa's question, Givan instead asked, "Healthy?"

"School is quiet without lo" said Givan arrived.

Echa wants to make sure her sense of hearing is still functioning properly. Didn't hear wrong, did you just?

Still questioning it, he heard Givan again talking while staring at him, "Or am I the one who went to sepisan because there is no lo?"

If Givan specifically had a list of things he liked, then Givan just filled in at number one.

Yes, one. He likes to see Echa who managed to be stunned because of his words, silenced with flushed cheeks like this.

Just like it, like there's something tickling in her stomach every time she sees it. Why yes?

"Wow!" decak the girl with both of her cheeks are still flushed, Echa realize not the hell her cheeks are flushed so? "Sounds without me, maybe you're a kuntilanak without hair. Pocong without cloth when. Angga without his amazing bacot. People who are ee again, without dipper and water. So Sista?"

Givan claps, holding back laughter because of the Echa parable which all sounds funny. "Maybe?"

"Wow again!" Echa groped her chest, pretended to be shocked. "Lo makes me fly, you see that my heart is not hit again hit the ceiling of the house, that's it see?" Echa pointed at the real sky, nothing there.

But, Givan laughed at her. Not just to appreciate, but because Echa is funny in her eyes.

"Lupain said my word," said Givan then after his laughter subsided. "Gue's not serious."

Not serious.

The expression on Echa's face that was originally visibly irritated now turned a little stiff, but to her feet it only seemed a glimpse. Next Echa said this indifferently. "Who else is taking it seriously?"

"Good." Givan just nodded briefly without explaining what. He began to do what became his purpose here, by putting out books from his bag.

And Echa, I don't know if she's busy looking in any direction. Looking at anything while feeling a little something is wrong.

"If the other material is just a summary, which when you read, you can understand yourself. If your math will not understand if it is not clear how to do it, right?"

Silent echa.

"Get."

"Well what?" echa's response was a little late, she had just washed away in her daydream and had not heard what Givan said.

"Lo can understand the material of Sigma notation without me explaining?"

"Oh sing?" echa said while nodding a nod. "Can. Yeah that's it. No need to clear. Later I read it in the package book Art Culture directly."

"It's not Cultural Art, it's Mathematics." Givan explained.

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