I Love You Mr. Arman

Chapter 2

At school, Sachinta just arrived and greeted by two pairs of cynical eyes towards him. A well-built man, with a white shirt and cream-colored Chino pants. Cold face with sharp eyes, folding hands behind a fence slowly covered by security guards.

"Well sir, haven't I entered yet? why are they closed?" sanding Sachinta behind the fence.

"Who told you to be late every day?!" arman as the vice principal.

"It is not me who wants sir, my life's destiny is willing" Sachinta said with a reassuring face.

Exhaling roughly, remain on the cold face with a deadly look in the eyes. Arman stood behind the gate folding his hands, shaking his head repeatedly at Sachinta's reply. Whereas Budiono, the school security guard can only hold back laughter at the answer of the girl still sitting in the motorcycle seat.

"Wait outside until the break!" arman firmly in a cold tone.

"Sir, I am a student. The rule is that I come to school to study, not wait for the school gate" said Sachinta, abandoned by Arman.

"Sir! Sir!" yelled Sachinta calling the man had walked into the school environment.

"Udah neng, surely neng has not done PR yet right?" smile Budiono towards Sachinta who also widens the smile.

"Hahaha, act a little dong Pak" Sachinta laughed happily.

"Yes, just play the game in front. I go in first yes, afraid Mr. Arman angry me later. This is for his friend neng" said Budiono, giving one fried plastic bag.

"Thank you very much Mr. Budi who is kind and likes to save" Sachinta's smile reached for the fried bag.

Budiono memorized that Sachinta had never done PR mathematics, and always deliberately late every first hour of mathematics. He is indeed good at acting in front of the vice principal, who is actually in a very happy heart. Because you can relax by playing games outside until satisfied.

"This is called luck!" press Sachinta in a word of luck while sitting on the motorcycle seat, start playing the phone with the mouth chewing fried.

From the inside without him knowing, Arman was still paying attention. Arman never finished thinking with one student who considered the wayward. There is never a capoknya although it has often been in the law, but still repeats the same mistakes almost every day. Arman's hand seemed tired of noting Sachinta's name in the black book, and called his parents.

Seeming happy sitting leisurely enjoying the fritters, Sachinta remained oblivious to the glare of the eyes that led towards him. Angry at his own anger when the game had to die, making Arman surprised by the many expressions that came out of the beautiful girl. Sometimes every behavior, making all teachers can only sigh and smile Sharp Maybe if he is not in school, Master will lose entertainment.

Although recalcitrant, Sachinta was the most reliable student in the field of sports. Repeatedly he carried the fragrant name of the school by attending several tournaments, and brought back the first champion trophy. For Sachinta he can be wayward, but he also has to have another side to be proud of. Although his brain in the lesson is classified as blunt, because it always falls asleep in class.

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The first break bell rang, Arman approached Sachinta outside the gate. His eyes were round in shock in disbelief, seeing the girl who was in the law was even cool asleep on the motorbike. Fortunately, his behavior is not like a horse when sleeping, so he does not worry about falling even though it has been an hour more he was washed away in a dream.

"Oh my God, you slept really well?!" muttered Arman observed the deep face of Sachinta.

"Wake up!" arman shouted loudly, startling Sachinta immediately woke up.

"Father if you want to hug the hug was seen first, I am a disciple loh sir. I can report this to the Principal" Sachinta said, trying to raise lives.

"Sign in and fill in your data at the office!" emphatically Arman passed away.

"Scent also tuh the killer" chuckled, turning on the motor.

Bringing his motorbike inside and putting it in the parking lot, Sachinta took off his jacket and walked towards the deputy principal's office because Arman was waiting there. Leisurely walking with a hat already worn, Sachinta like a sinless child greeted his friend by waving his hand.

"Excuse me sir, may I come in?" basi Sachinta after knocking on the door.

"Hurry up and go back to class, live your sentence after school!" firmly the middle man was standing folding his front chest hand, right next to the table.

"Good sir" walked in and sat down to fill in the data on the breach book.

"Open your hat, and put it on my desk with your phone!" firmly Arman, surprisingly the girl still holding the black pen turned her head quickly.

"Well, isn't my late sir not my HP same hat? why are they in the law too?" sahut Sachinta, glared back in the eye by Arman.

"Yes, yes" resigned Sachinta began to take off his hat and put it on the table, along with the phone he had taken on his light blue backpack.

Grumbling inwardly as he had to separate from his two beloved objects, Sachinta continued to fill the book of offense. Arman watched the book that was being filled by the long-haired girl to the waist.

"Already sir" said Sachinta handed a long tome to Arman.

"Go back to school again here to determine your punishment!" cold Arman.

"Well, sir" resigned Sachinta, with a heart very eager to be angry.

He went out of the room with a bitter and cursing heart, giving Arman many vows in his heart. Just this time Arman seized a cellphone and hat that has been the hallmark of Sachinta so far. I don't know what Arman thinks to take all of Sachinta's favorite things.

As soon as Sachinta was out of sight, Arman sat down and grabbed Sachinta's hat. His lips smiled fiercely looking at the baseball cap with the name Sasa on the side. His hand turned to grab the phone and he saw the wallpaper on the white phone in his hand.

"If it wasn't as recalcitrant, it would have been as beautiful as this photo" Arman muttered, observing Sachinta's beautiful face on the phone's wallpaper.

"So curious as to what he really is" murmured back Arman.

Starting to check his student's mobile phone, Arman saw WhatsApp that contained only a dime guyonan, his thumb shifted to the gallery and saw a lot of photos of Sachinta with Syibil. Looking so familiar, his lips began to smile looking at the photo gallery which felt quite silly with the pose of the mother and child.