Lord, Accept My Repentance

In order not to Ditch

"*A good word is alms." (CHR. Ahmadis. 2/316*)

The whack ceremony began, I had yawned from earlier and squinted at the glare from the morning sun.

One by one the students who may not have breakfast or even deliberately avoid the ceremony were shuffled.

The osis was busy straddling and carrying the united disciples, accidentally glaring my eyes at the one who was watching me.

As soon as I looked at him, he immediately threw his gaze in the other direction, "Why the hell are people?" my murmurs rolled lazy eyeballs.

After almost two hours of ceremony with the dead lights drama also razzia that suddenly happened.

I dropped this body weight on the bench while shaking hands on the face so that the sweat that poured on the face immediately disappeared.

"On behalf of Nazwa Nabila, called to the principal's room!" said someone who seemed to be told by Buk Wati to call me.

I got up and took a rough breath, just sitting down was called out for nothing else to his room.

"Where are you Nazwa?" scold the teacher who will be in my classroom.

"Called by Buk Wati, Mom. You want to come and believe me?" I stared at the teacher.

"You must not be insolent, yea!" hard by pointing at my face.

"I was just asking, did it get into the brash? Can't you ask mom?" I asked again to make the woman in front of me clench her hands and pass by.

I raise my shoulders indifferently and go back to the room Buk Wati, I see there is a back of a man who is talking to Buk Wati.

"Lake Nazwa!" let Buk Wati smile at me. It must be because there is a man that Buk Wati smiled.

Usually, she was even very reluctant to look at me if it wasn't for Mom helping this school. I walked inside and stood beside the man who was still sitting and staring straight.

I wrinkled my eyebrows when I saw who was in front of Buk Wati and was next to me, 'Did he stay?' my mind and looked towards Buk Wati.

"Sit Nazwa!" buk Wati orders and instantly makes me sit on the bench next to the person.

"This is Farhan, he is a 12th grade A child and includes smart students who also excel from 10th grade" Buk Wati explained while pointing at the man.

He just nodded and smiled while still staring at Buk Wati, it made me sick.

"Continue, why Buk?" I'm the one who's lazy. Given that the teacher had also entered my class earlier.

Sure, I'll miss the lesson and talk back. In fact, I was told not to skip this morning by Buk Wati himself.

"She, will be your private tutoring teacher at home later. Every day he will come to your house not at school, because given that at school the time is too minimal."

"Mother asked this?" I stared at him seriously.

"Yes. I'm the one who proposed this, rather than you having to stay in class why not, right? You better learn and make your parents proud."

I screeched, threw away my gaze with a cheering smile and looked back at Buk Wati.

"proud? Proud to say Mother? In fact, they would never care about me even once I die! So, don't take too much care of my life Buk. If you have to stay, just make Buk stay. In fact, I told you. Stop me from this school!" I stood up and left this room.

Inevitably, I returned to the classroom with a really lazy heart. Bend your face and sit next to the woman who is already writing with her head down.

"Are Nazwa ready for his business?" ask the teacher with me who is busy taking the book out of the bag.

"Hmm," dehemku and stared lazily at the teacher who also laid his face on me.

"Write that on the board also work 100 pages from one to five!" he said there were no smiles.

Immediately take notes even though I do not know how the results can be that much while I do not see him when explaining.

If I ask or ask to be explained once more I am scolded later by my own teacher.

So, it's good to be smart-ass. Act as if you understand and understand what is in front of this.

The teacher's voice was heard, "Well, it's a task and it's collected tomorrow when I go in at the fourth hour."

I just kept quiet and went back to writing about the unfinished, when he was no longer there immediately opened the phone and looked for answers from the matter on the internet.

Screaming of the person beside me, he was stealing the look of the answer I had written, "Why? Wrong?!" I was trying to hit the table.

He immediately lowered his head and shook his head, "T-no, I don't know the answer either, really," he blurted out.

I ignored and re-wrote the answers I got, after finishing closing this lesson and opening the next lesson.

***

The sound of a break in the first hour has read, "Your bags you brought and you will give again later after the lesson has started again!" firmly IPA teacher when I want to go out while carrying a bag.

"Byeah, Sir! Since when have there been such rules? Is it up to the student dong to bring a bag or not at rest?" my debate looked up as if it was challenging my teacher.

"It's up to you, if you don't like it. Complain or demo all over there!" tell the teacher by taking my bag out of the class.

I snorted in annoyance, who was given only a cell phone and 20 thousand dollars only. In fact, it should be the same wallet so that I can still skip.

Walking with stomping feet also berated and cursed the teachers in this school.

My eyes caught someone who had just collided and made the woman fall down as well as the books she was holding.

While men who hit just laugh with a ruffled waist pointed towards the woman who was breastfeeding her books.

Walking towards them with a look of hatred towards the man.

Plaque!

One slap I gadai on the man and made the person who had passed by indifferently also who was sitting on the corridor bench staring at us.

The man put on an angry face or even his murk, "Who are you? What right have you to slap me?" asking her and pushing me rough almost made me fall.

"My rights? It's not really my right, but I'm just channeling the wishes of the woman you hit just now instead of you helping and apologizing and laughing like a loser!" hinaku looked coldly at him.