Junior CEO And Bodyguard May

Gossip

"Ih, bummer. Why can't I grate myself anyway, why be angry with the teacher? Ck, Sister Tama made a bete!" Back the girl glanced back looking at Tama who coded with eyes for Mei to immediately do as she was told. Mei was really upset.

"First! What are you doing?"

The teacher's voice was like lightning striking the two. Mei immediately returned her face to the front while Tama was busy pretending.

"Mmh, ngak papa ma'am. A whim! He he - he."

"You're done? When you're done, just put your paper back on Mom's desk. You don't usually work on you for long, Tama. You're usually the quickest."

"Yes, Mom."

The teacher's mother approached Tama making the young man fret. "Are you not finished yet?"

"Eh, umh it's done, ma'am, but lazy out."

The teacher took Tama's paper and examined it. "Keep, what are you doing here? You will only disturb others who are working on the matter. Let's put it in front!" He handed the paper back to Tama.

With a heavy heart, Tama dragged her steps forward while pulling Mei's sleeves as it passed by beside the girl. He was upset that Mei wasn't finished.

The girl thaws.

After putting his paper back on the teacher's desk, Tama left the classroom.

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Door knocked. Mariko opened the door. There Irene stood in front of the door, glancing inside looking at Arya who was sitting on the bed watching TV.

"What's wrong?" greet Mariko friendly.

"Oh, can I visit your house if I play in Jakarta?"

"Oh, it's okay."

Arya glanced towards the door when she heard Irene's voice but then she didn't care and went back to watching tivi.

"Eh, can I come in?"

"Mmh?"

Irene forced her in until Mariko was forced to let her go. Suddenly a hand pulled Irene back out of the room.

"Nani yatteru no?(what do you want?)"

"Eh, Ayakochan ...."

Ayako's arrival made the two surprised, especially with a face full of investigating. Irene looks pale.

"Since I had travel a lot, do you think, I don't have an eye for you, mmh? I have reported that you keep following him while I'm not around. Irenu. Yakuza ni kekkon suru no wa eien ni naru kotoni hazu da! Nidomeini kekkon. Wakatta?(Since I'm out a lot, don't you think I never keep an eye on you, mmh? I've received reports that you've been following him a lot when I wasn't around. Irene. Once married to a Yakuza, you will forever be a Yakuza! You can't marry again. You understand?)" say Ayako firmly when pointing Arya earlier.

Irene was shocked to hear her Sister-in-law's statement. Se-se-forever? "Demo ...(but ...)"

"ivo!(Go!)" Ayako drove Irene towards her room.

The woman with a heavy heart, left.

"What's going on?(what's up?)" Hearing the noise at the door, Arya came to them.

Ayako said nothing, leaving them both. Arya looked at Mariko.

"Oh, no papa." Mariko closed the door. He told me while putting his clothes together in a big bag.

"So the one who marries the Yakuza will forever be the Yakuza?" Arya asked in wonder.

"Not really. Irene's case was so because her husband died. If she gets divorced before her husband dies she can get out of the Yakuza neighborhood. Irene, after all, not from the Mafia family in America, should understand that. Uh, but by the way why does he follow you so often? Ayako said so."

Arya just smiled.

"Is he interested in you?" Mariko just realized it.

Basic Japanese, the fun sometimes delays. "If so, why?"

"Mmd? You are ...." Mariko approached her husband a little sulking.

Arya only gave a mischievous smile without saying until his wife reached him.

"Mas, are you dating Irene behind my back?" The woman dropped her gaze for fear of seeing reality while touching her husband's thigh.

The man pulled his wife and put her on his lap. He wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. "Join' jealous?" He touched the nose of his wife. "Am I stupid to go out with an old woman like that, mmh? Beautiful my wife everywhere. After all you are not the first but the one I love so there's no way I'm glancing at the others anymore. My love only makes you one, dear."

Mariko kissed her husband's nose in pleasure. Then lips. Then they hugged each other.

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Bell rings. Mei handed over her paper in tandem with Tristan. They exchanged lyrics but did not speak and then returned to their respective places. After the math teacher came out carrying the exam paper, the atmosphere looked relaxed in the classroom waiting for the next teacher to come. Tama hasn't returned yet.

Tristan ventured to May. "May."

The girl turned to the young man standing beside her.

"Why did I call you back?"

"Oh, the number's changed."

"What's? Replace?"

"Yes. Last Tuesday we had an accident and the phone broke. Also change your phone!"

Tristan scanned the body of the girl in front of him who looked unproblematic. Indeed Mei dressed in closed Muslim but he was not seen walking limp unless there was a scratch on the girl's face that was not too obvious. He thought it was a cat scratch even though he realized Tama and Mei were not attending his Rabbit's day school. "Are you okay?" He touched Mei's arm.

"Oh, it's okay Tris, we're safe. Only hp is broken by bouncing."

"Really?" Tristan looks between worry and almost disbelief.

"Yes, we're okay."

"Yes, already," answered the young man's concerns with a smile.

"Thank God. I'm sorry I don't know, I think Tama's ditching that's why you're not coming in either."

"Oh, no."

"So your number?" Tristan raised his phone and recorded a new May number when the girl pulled out her phone.

The teacher came with Tama. The young man saw Mei tell Tristan her phone number. He can only see. He was anxious in May who was still on good terms with Tristan.

During the break, many Muslim students who come to meet the school mosque hall because soon will pray Friday. Students or those of other faiths go to the cafeteria for lunch. Mei is one of them. Since the case in which he was known as Bodyguard, he only had a friend, Ida. That's because they are lucky. The girl entered the scholarship.

Mei is very famous at the school. There are those who sneer as poor but do not dare to blatantly because they know Mei is a Bodyguard martial arts master and some are surprised by her position as a Bodyguard to be wrong a student at that school. Many diverse views about him are pros and cons that make it a byword among students of the prestigious school.

"Aren't you, whose name is Mei?"

"Eh, yes." Mei turned to look at a beautiful girl who was a little flirtatious. Her curly hair in perfect roll. The girl brings her friends who are trying to evict Ida because she wants to talk to Mei.

The girl cleared her throat in the style of a beautiful princess so that her image was not bad in the eyes of others. "I'm terrified of gossip, you Bodyguard huh?"

"Emang why?"

"How much is the rate?"

Mei sees this girl clingy. What does she want?

Back the girl cleared her throat. "Gue needs you to start me, that's it." He played the ends of his hair and looked the other way.

"Who are you?"

"You don't know me, Clarisa Princess, the famous director's son! Many artists have become famous because of my Babe!"

Mei frowned. The girl then kicked the table making the other children in the cafeteria turn to her. "Eh, I'll pay you elo! So expensive selling again lo!" he said he was upset because Mei did not mention the tariffs.

Mei is considered a poor woman who is easy to buy. With a sinister face Mei stood up and approached Clarisa. Of course the girl retreated slowly in horror at Mei's haunted face. His friends also stayed away.

"I'm sorry but I'm just working with one person" he said slowly with a sharp look at Clarisa.

The girl with curly hair laughed. "How about I pay double of what Tama paid elo." He placed his index finger on May's chest.

May furious. The girl demeaned him even more. Either he wanted to really get Mei as his Bodyguard or just wanted to demean her but her words were really hurtful to hear because back then many of the girls there were looking in their direction and the students who also just came out of the mosque came there to see the incident.

Before Mei does anything, someone tries to separate by catching Clarisa's finger and throwing her away.

"Don't be a holy snob. Have a father who sleeps as much as Artists lo berabarin."

Tristan's speech turned out to be more spicy than Clarisa's speech in May until the girl with the Korean Artist's bath style was immediately shocked on the spot. This cheap gossip was said to him in public in the presence of many students. Want to put where his face was at that time, not play shame. Clarisa immediately left the place without saying anything.

"Eh, thanks." Mei is relieved Tristan helped her. "But you don't have to talk that hard to him."

"From you arguing with him will be the length of the story to the teacher's room, will you?"

Mei shakes.

"There's a situation of talking loudly to someone."

Mei sat back down.

"What about my question yesterday?"

"What?" Mei bribed her fries.

"On us" asked Tristan, lowering his voice.

"Mmh, how are you?"

Tristan tried to sit down. "What problems? A tama? Do you have a personal life? It must be everyone. He can't contain you like that."

"Not that."

"Then?"

"I can't date an old man."

"His team?"

"I'm with the parents."

Tristan speechless. Actually she's a good girl, it's useless that I fall in love with her. He complies with the parents. The perfect girl. "If I were close to you? For example, I'm taking you out, so. Wanna don't?"

Mei looked at Tristan. Why is he like this? Does he really mean it to me?

"Friends are near May. If the boss is at home, we take a short walk out just looking for food, how?"

"Yes already."

"Later tonight huh?"

Tama just entered the canteen. He's seen Mei talking to Tristan from afar. As he approached the two of them, Tristan saw him and immediately went away.

"I'll eat first, okay?" tristan said in May.

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