Love Tactics

Punishment

^^^23-July-2012^^^

^^^Smp Negeri 91 Cahaya Negara^^

^^^Senin^^

Papa's car drove moderately, no matter me who urged to increase the speed, not because he wanted to speed recklessly but now it was seventeen minutes. I was still on my way, not yet at school. It could be about eight o'clock I just showed my nose there.

"Pa, what time is it," resigned, I can only lean back into the chair again after hitting papa's hand slowly. He does not grimace or complain of pain, but laughs.

"You want us to be pushed anyway, that's no reason for us to be able to justify any means," papa drove seriously, so that my pouting face could fade a little. If papa is serious, then I must be careful.

I prefer to see the tree from beside the glass that is tightly closed, the tree is slowly lost and replaced by another tree, and so on. It was as if he had run away from us when we left him, while the tree still stood on the ground firmly.

I found another crossroad, all the cars stopped because the traffic lights gave the opportunity for the car at the crossroads I passed first, passing, my focus turned to the boy who gave the car owner the whole newspaper yellow, his face beaming happily while kissing the red money after putting his hand on the window.

I'd love to see a little boy's shabby smile for longer, but the car just kept going. Unlike earlier, I want this car to run at a speed of 1.75x like in the Youtube application, now I regret it, regretting things that have not happened.

Suddenly the car stopped, I looked at Papa and then at the windshield of the car. It seems to have arrived.

"The intention of God is far more beautiful than the path, remember!"

My neat hood is now irregular, because papa's work.

"Well pa" I said, I inhaled deeper into the back of my hand before I got out of the car .

"Assalamualaikum," Papa gave me a wave, then turned his car around.

"Waalaikumussalam," I replied.

Papa has left the front court of the gate. Now I have to face punishment from my teacher. Before entering, I fixed my veil while my mind was praying for safety.

"Sincere motion!"

"Dead me!" That's all I can say when I hear a man's voice on the field. The ceremony must be underway.

I slowly entered the school followed by saying hello.

When I looked up to look around it turned out that Mr. Krishna was waiting in the student parking lot. He looked at me sharply and hit a long ruler into the inside of his hand. Must've hurt. I grimaced unconsciously.

"Stay there!" firmly mr. Krishna. He approached me, dragging his ruler on the ground, causing a strange sound.

According to the command, I stood like a statue under the hot sun, indifferent to the old man who surrounded me.

"You know why you didn't punish you inside?"

I'm shaking.

"Clean up this parking lot, broom the scattered leaves and the father will watch over here," he lightly handed over the broomstick that had been on his feet now in his grasp. Was the punishment given because I couldn't answer?

"Take this!" krisna's orders are like magic controlling me. It seems that my intention to go to school was not because of Allah, therefore the sanction I received from His servant.

The heavy bag hanging on my back had moved over the motor seat of another student. There are many package books that I carry so that the weight of the bag exceeds two bags of rice, if carried on, I will be like a hunchbacked grandmother sweeping the page.

"Children if told to always ngeyel, grumbling when it makes itself wrong, just try not to break the rules, 'where do we want to punish him."

As the teacher told me, I swept the leaves that were in the cracks of the two motors. At first it was difficult to reach the leaves, but thanks to my persistence, a broomstick can reach it.

Not until there, take out that one hammer I have to pass other motors. Sometimes there are leaves left.

Because I was so exhausted my sweat was pouring through my eyebrows. Lucky there are eyelashes that block it, can hurt my eyes.

My eyes widened, when I saw another sweat I fell into the motorcycle seat, but instantly disappeared leaving no trace. I automatically throw a broom to feel the seat.

Aw

My hands will soon blister, motorcycle seats exposed to sunlight also accommodate the heat. That's why my sweat dries up. I blew my red palms like I had slapped someone.

"Heh if the teacher is talking, you should listen, this is blowing your hands. Less ethics, your punishment I add! Clean up the office," Mr. Krishna passed after scolding me. It's wrong of him not to ask me what I'm doing, instead he thinks I'm disrespectful.

I took the broom back and kept it near the parking wall. Don't forget my bag that I put in someone's motorcycle seat.

"Maybe it will tear because of the hot sun," I said scowling.

Not that I am lazy to clean, but this place is neat and clean, the leaves are just a matter of fingers. It could have been Krishna who cleaned it.

"Queen!" a girl shouted from behind. The missed voice was heard for several days.

I can't wait to see it. Immediately I turned my body to the source of the voice.

"Rubby!" I shouted back at him. He sat on a still-lit motorbike.

"Where are you from?" I said furiously, pinching his stomach. Cheerfully laughing let go of my fingers shaped crab claws. He got off his bike and grabbed me.

"My job is a lot at home, so I can't go to school, but my license is there," Cheerfully defended.

I laughed for a moment before replying, "Why keep the license? Even though you can write there, if today until today you can not go to school first," my advice, cheerfully laughs.

We were already in the corridor all the disciples turned to me and cheerfully, the average disciple was wearing another shirt. It made me confused to follow a man who walked towards the parking lot in a foreign shirt.

"That ninth-grade activity will be carried out, that's their dress of unity," Cheerfully replied to my astonishment.

"That's not a dong ceremony?" ask me to make sure.

Merrily nodded steadily, "nah, that's why I'm late," he whispered with a chuckle.

I snatched no likes, he was late but not punished.

"I got a punishment from Mr. Krishna, cleaned the office," I voiced my helplessness. Just try me coming to school at the same hour with Merrily does not happen like this. Uh, how am I smarting.

"We clean up together, I'm too late" suggested cheerfully, I nodded happily. A friend of mine can talk to you while in the office.

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"Keep how?"

I let out a breath remembering what happened yesterday.

"Colored, Dea is the same as Nayra wants it to be," I swept the bottom of the teacher's desk, so had to squat down to look at the dirt there.

Gleefully using the bell to clean the dust on the window, he turned his back on me, sometimes also turning around to make sure I was still there or leaving him.

"Your brother is carefree, ngeselin!" Finally, what I want is also distributed to the right people.

"Why?" asked cheerfully, he held back a laugh. I make sure he has memorized the habits of his brother, really cheerful very comfortable living at home with him.

"He told me to go to a language major, he said I was a good fit to be a journalist. She directly offended me for asking so many questions."

I took the scoop of trash to move the place of dust and dirt that I have swept until collected a lot.

"Betul, um ngeselin anyway, because of him I went to school riding my own motorbike. He doesn't want to take me. He said, 'you're ugly, ashamed that my friend knows you're my bitch, ' but I don't want to lose, later if he passes I'll yell, '" said a carefree grunt who was more oppressed than me.

I smiled with satisfaction at his bravery, challenging the slanted-brained brother.

Asik swept over me not realizing there was a man standing behind me, more precisely at the entrance.

"Come brother," said a cheerful full of respect.

I turned around, turned out to be a school thug. The high-level population of annoying boys might win my school over.

He walked towards the table that I had cleaned cheerfully, his dirty shoes managed to make me groan.

Not to mention he stomped his foot, was this intentionally or what?

"Out those dirty shoes again."

Well, you know.

"It has to be cleaned first," he said as he rubbed his feet against the side of the table for all the sand to fall to the floor.

I could only gawk, my mouth closed, different to my round eyes.

"I'm tired of cleaning up, and you get dirty again, from morning I've had a lot of problems, and you don't know he wants to add! Don't want to know clean it yourself!" I attacked him using a broom tip with all my energy. My mouth was out of control, he just said it, my brain was not functioning.

"Woi! lt hurts! Yes, I am the one who cleaned up!" breaking it off, he took the broom I was wearing earlier to keep hitting him.

"Let's be happy we're out!" said I was excited. My breath is not regular.

Merrily in shock at her place, not expecting me to be that determined to hit someone.