Love Estafet

14

"You've been in it since." Zulfi allowed Isz's slightly messy haircut behind the ears.

"You're so hot, Umi. To the UKS yes. I call Lilis to be cemented." Zulfi now holds Isz's forehead.

"Ga wants to." Isz brushed off Zulfi's hand.

"why? Want me to go for it?." Zulfi whispered too close that his breath felt in Isz's ear, which immediately made him shudder amusedly. Kayak doormatrum.

"Udah I gapapa." Isz pushed Zulfi's Suapaya body plan a bit away because Isz was uncomfortable by Zulfi's breathing.

"But you're hot. You have permission. I'm anter home ya." Zulfi whispered closer.

"Udah gausaha. Don't make biii." Isz again pushed Zulfi's body this time a bit hard.

"that girl, that forced gasuka." There was a whisper from Zulfi's right side.

"Diem you, he's hot, tarjo." Zulfi replied to the whisper without looking.

"Jaudah tell him to rest in the UKS." replied the whisper.

"Udah from earlier I asked him notvak want, bego. That's why I forced him." whispered Zulfi again. Now his gaze is straight ahead.

"kok sir gaada kunch?" Zulfi said in a normal voice.

"There's." Mr. Kuntjoro replied the same as a normal voice.

Zulfi looked to the left.

"God paaakkkkkk. Ngagetin. What are you doing here?" Pekik Zulfi while stroking the chest found the face of Mr. Kuntjoro so close to his face.

Instantly a roar of laughter filled the classroom.

"Ah you, usual aka keles." Mr. kuntjoro is now erecting his body. Then put one hand in his pants pocket, the other hand rested on the table in front of Zulfi.

"Ah, I did such an admirable thing to you?" Zulfi said with a shocked face.

"sadly yes." replied Mr. Kuntjoro while choking.

"I'm sorry for being this helpless sir. I am khiaf." Zulfi pleaded with the teacher.

"It is not as easy as you imagine." said Mr. Kuntjoro with a cynical tone and moved his index finger towards Zulfi.

The class again rumbles by the sound of students' pata laughter.

"Dare to pay how much you moved my good and true and commendable name." Its effects. The bush class was rumbling by the sound of laughter.

Kriiiiiii... The bell rings the clock of the lesson change.

"This time you're safe." Mr. Kuntjoro pointed to Zulfi with a voice made sinister which is actually more and more the laughter of the students.

"Okey we're ending our meeting this morning. And for you." kuntjoro again pointed to Zulfi.

"preparation?" mr. Kuntjoro asked the students in front of him.

"Zulfi sir." replied the student.

"yes. Zulfije. I wait for his apology letter and explain the mistake you made until you have to write a letter of apology kesaya" said mr. kuntjoro firmly.

"Good sir." Answer Zulfi lethargic.

"Oh, or do you want to do it right now in front of the class? Let your friends know your mistakes, too. I don't have time to read your letter either."

Not answering, Zulfi immediately advanced to the front of the class and then loudly said,

"I, Muhammad Zulfickar Rachman, offer an apology to Mr. Kuntjoro who is kind and generous and very loving and also not have the heart to his favorite student, that I was guilty of thinking that he was agus so I called him Tarjo and said bego. So with this I apologize profusely to Mr. Kuntjoro."