Karatan Bad Boy

Part 1#Bu Kim's

The sound of the bell sign of class sounded so loud that the students immediately scattered back into their respective classes. Nusa Bangsa International High School Jakarta is an elite school for conglomerate children. It should be so but still accept scholarship pathway students.

Scholarships are not a game because students with these pathways have a brilliant brain. IQ scores that can make rich children silenced. Like he was the boy with a look of urgency who was always the center of attention of girls all over school.

Her name is Rafandra Darren Adelio or commonly called Rafa. The appearance of a bad note despite always rolling up the sleeves of his uniform, an upside-down hat covers the head with a flat but rancid face. The young man did not talk much just once talking directly to mental health.

As usual the students of class twelve IPA 1 gathered in the field because today their class sports schedule. Accompanied by the warm morning sun, the children were already waiting for their teacher. But I don't know where Mr. Gio is at the moment.

The sports teacher who has always been a place to confide in the basketball child has still not appeared. Strange as it was not as usual but after waiting for ten minutes. It was precisely the headmaster who came and asked the students to return to the classroom.

Disappointed, of course, because the routine of Tuesday which became healing was abolished. How else? There's no way to complain because it's the principal's own decision. Finally all students in class twelve IPA 1 re-enter the class but no one wants to change formal school uniforms.

"By the way, I'm afraid there's a new teacher" whispered one of the students who sat up front just that his voice was like a bell making the whole class frenzied.

Just been in class five minutes. The atmosphere had turned chaotic with a ruleless laugh until their attention was diverted to the sound of the footsteps of a young woman who entered the classroom saying her greetings.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Children." he said, then put a thick book on the teacher's desk. The gaze of the eyes skimmed the faces one by one of the students who looked stunned due to his arrival. "Are you not going to answer the greetings? The law is obligated to answer the salutation."

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied in unison some students with lingering consciousness, while others were busy running thinking about things beyond expectations.

A plain face with calm eyes, her hair long waisted. The outfit used is neat even though present. Fashionable women but simple taste because the makeup polish is not so visible covering the original face.

Warm welcome seemed to be received because the children were so enthusiastic to get acquainted but from all students. His eyes stopped on a sleeping student enjoying a beautiful dream and ignored the introductory session because it was considered unimportant.

"Alright, today is just an introduction but all the basketball members please return to the court! I'm waiting for you." Kim finished his conversation with the students, then left the class.

Glad when the lesson hour suddenly turned into freedom. Basketball players are asked to gather. Especially if it's not for the fight. The girls students have a chance to see how the idol plays.

The school basketball court is so wide and divided into several parts with different functions. Some of the students who joined as members of basketball have gathered. Both the main players and also the reserve members.

"Again, Children. Try to stand up as two teams. West-side main players and left-sided reserve players." asserted Bu Kim without further ado as soon as he entered the basketball court immediately ready to execute.

Although the others had gathered but someone still had not come. I don't know where that one kid is. "Mom Kim, can you wait a minute. Our captain is still in class."

"Captain? Are you aware that the task of a leader is to set a good example." replied Ms. Kim did not want to be challenged, making her students bow their heads. "Hars, you move to the core team!"

"But, Mum. I ...," Hars felt that he would be the target of a rampage if he made a request for a new teacher who knew nothing about the residents of his school. "Five minutes, Mom. We'll wait for Captain Rafa to come."

Hars rejection is actually increasingly a waste of time while for a teacher he does not like wasted time. Somehow the face of one student seemed frightened as if doing his request would end up on a hospital gurney.

"Are you going to start or are you going to leave here?" Ms. Kim stared one by one the members of the basketball team with a serious look without blinking making the children look at each other confused.