Love Comes Because of the Unaccustomed

New students

" Silence all…..There's Mr. Killer. “ exciting one of Paris friends one class.

Scruff…..Scruff…..Prasse…..Prasse….A loud noise filled the classroom XII IPA-4. They were moving in a row towards their seats. There is a bench on his head, some are pushing the table or bench to where he came from.

“ Ka, why Mr. Killer early in the morning here? “ whispered Paris to Azkara his stool friend who is also the chairperson of class XII IPA-4.

Azkara just sniffed his shoulders without looking towards Paris.

“ Today there is no maple of him. Is there an announcement to come home early? “ whispered Paris Back.

Mr. Samsul, who is usually called Mr. Killer by his students is the guardian of class XII IPA-4. Why he was called Mr. The killer? Well, that's because Mr. Samsul the notabennya is a teacher of Mathematics is a teacher who is cold-hearted because he is very fierce. Even his hands were cold because he was very stingy in giving value to his students. There are no words of the value of compassion or compassion. He will give a value according to what his students get. There is no adding value to KKM without students' own efforts.

“ You want to go home in the morning only. Remember, we want a test. It's January. At the end of March we have a school exam. “ Azkara remind.

“ Ck. Haizzz. You know, my brain is watered. Smart. Learning bentar doang will also be perfect value. Yes...melt bit can 90 lah. “ sahut Paris is proud.

“ Assalamu’alaikum….Good morning epribadeh...” greetings from Mr. samsul the Mr. Killer with a blaring voice in every corner of the class.

“ Everybody, mister. “ said Paris confirmed.

“ Yu satap half bule. “ serge Mr. Killer while pointing at Paris's face with his index finger. Mr. Killer likes to use English. Not that it is proficient, but only style if according to the gang Paris. Because he was always wrong in saying. The log of his champion cannot be left.

“ Shut up times mister. “ Paris still answers Mr. Killer.

“ Yu don't bully children ya. Sok style can be English. Sok style ngajari me. “ said Mr. Killer.

“ Yes... “ just Paris wants to answer again, Azkara's hand has smothered his mouth. Making Mr. Killer smiled grinning.

“ Good morning everyone.. “ Mr. Killer repeated his greeting because the previous one had not been answered by his students.

“ Good morning mister Greetings from the whole class at the same time.

“ You must be wondering why this morning I came to this class. Today there is no clock on my subjects. This morning, I as your homeroom teacher will introduce you to a new student. Maybe some of you already know if today, our school is the arrival of new students. “ explained Mr. Killer.

“ Where is the new student mister? “ ask one of the students.

“ A Moment. You are not just impatient. If asked to do the matter in front of you like to pretend to sleep. “ cynical Mr. Killer.

The student who meant Mr. Killer immediately drowned his head behind the back of Jojo, Paris's best friend.

“ Agam...” Call Mr. Killer. “ Get in here. “ he continued.

Not long ago, a handsome male figure, a sharp nose, thick eyebrows, high posture. And can be sure if the male's stomach is plaid. Boisterous atmosphere in class XII IPA-4 in an instant.

“ saucy real. “

“ As per outstanding gossip. “

“ Want dong in godain. “

Various words from the students were heard. Maybe only a Parisian is the only student who looks indifferent. He didn't even look at the men. The new student looked relaxed with his flat eyes. There was no song face that he showed because almost all the female students in the class admired his good looks. His eyes looked briefly at the only girl who did not admire his good looks. Even the girl was impressed. At a glance the new student raised the corner of his lips faintly.

“ Agam, introduce yourself to your friends. “ said Mr. Killer.

The new student looked at Mr. Killer and nodded his head slightly.

“ Good morning everyone. “ greet the new student.

“ Good morning... “ greet the students with a splash.

The new student smiled faintly, as the girl who looked indifferent earlier looked at him with a slight twinkle in the girl's eyes. The new student's heart became finely rustled. The girl the new student meant was Paris of course.

‘ Not bad also tuh boy. ‘ Inner Paris as he looked ahead to see his new friend.

“ Introduce, my name is Agam Ammar Permana. You can call me Agam. I moved from the city of Semarang. “ new students named Agam was introducing themselves to the formal language. He bowed his body slightly and briefly after introducing himself.

“ You see right..The men from Java are the tiles. Like me, like Agam also of course. “ said Mr. Killer with the pedal.

“ Huuuuu...” sahut student one class make Mr. Killer clucked in annoyance.

“ Agam. You sit diii....” Said Mr. Killer while looking at the contents of the class, looking for a seat that is still empty. “

“ Here only mister. Sit next to me. The etiquette sincerely to move kok mister. “ chirps one of the students. And plaque.Sleeve sounds are clogged by someone. The Etik apparently did not accept being told to move. He hit the arm of his friend while staring intently annoyed with his best friend. And the suspect just smiled.

“ Agam, there seems to be an empty bench in the row there. “ point Mr. Killer. “ Sit there. “ he continued.

“ Yes, thank you, sir. “ said Agam.

“ Hope you are at home in this school. And welcome to join this super complicated class. “ said Mr. Killer patted Agam's shoulder gently. Agam just smiled and nodded. He then walked towards the empty bench shown by Mr. Killer. The bench next to the row of Paris sat. Their position is pretty close.

Agam looked towards Paris as he was about to sit on his stool. And it turns out, paris is also glancing at him so that their eyes meet again. She smiled sweetly towards Paris. But Paris immediately threw away his sight. He sat down slightly so that he could not look at Agam who was next to him. Agam even more smiling looking at the attitude of the girl who made her heart rustle.

“ Ka, endar out rest, we tukeran place yes. “ pinta Paris while whispering.

“ Why is it? “ ask Azkara.

“ No problem. Want to move. Change atmosphere. “ Reply Paris.

‘ Could be bad if I stayed here. Could have my heart in surgery with Daddy. And mother will cry shock if my heart has problems. ‘ said Paris in heart.

seriated