Masked Girl

Actually Who?

Andini is now following Mr. Eza behind her while squeezing his own hands because he is afraid to imagine what punishment Mr. Eza will give. Math lessons he did not like but he should not have to fall asleep in class. This is so bad. Even she was just an ordinary student who should be very obedient and obedient if she was in school.

Andini now turned to the teacher's room but instead Mr. Eza called him. "Why are you going in there? Come with me."

"Eh..." Andini scrunched her forehead. Didn't he say to go to his room. The teacher's room means or Mr. Eza took him to the BP room. So the problem can be even greater if you meet with the student teacher. Andini according to. He is now back to following in Mr. Eza's footsteps.

Mr. Eza stopped his steps in front of the closed door. "Lake in!" tell Mr. Eza after opening that door.

Andini is confused. The room is usually used for meetings of school foundation owners and other donors. Why was he told to go into that place?

Andini stepped her feet in doubt. A bad thought suddenly stopped in his head. Don't you think Mr Eza wants to pervert?? Huh, now there are many such cases. No, no. Why do I suddenly think bad gini anyway. Aduuhh, I got scared...

Mr. Eza who was standing by the door looked at Andini who was still walking slowly.

"Sit down there quickly. Don't let your punishment add me."

"I-yes sir." Andini immediately stepped up and sat down on one of the chairs near the long table for a meeting.

Mr. Eza closed the door and sat not far from Andini.

Andini only lowered her gaze because she was so scared. Afraid that Mr. Eza would do anything beyond normal limits like most cases he has heard.

"Who's your name?" ask Mr. Eza.

"Andini, sir." replied Andini who still lowered her head.

"And-in-this..." Said Mr. Eza as if he was spelling. He smiled faintly looking at the frightened Andini. Ck, very different.

Until a few minutes Mr. Eza still continues to look at Andini and then slowly his hand stretched out to the handle of Andini glasses and take it off.

Andini was surprised, when she looked at Mr. Eza who was smiling at her. Her smile is so sweet. But in Andini's mind it was a grinning smile complete with his dirty thoughts.

"I'm sorry, if there's no need I'll excuse myself to class." Andini will take her glasses but quickly Mr. Eza distanced his hands.

"Wait a minute."

The deg!! Andini's heart rate is getting irregular. "If you want to punish me, I'm ready to accept it. But you don't fuck around."

"Ck, funny.." murmured Mr. Eza as he smelled his smile and went back to wearing Andini glasses.

Andini immediately grabbed the handle of her glasses so that Mr. Eza's hand was removed from her face.

"Yes, you're back in class. Don't fall asleep again. Studying hard to be smart."

Andini is getting grumpy. Is he not smart? Yeah, um anyway. He received a scholarship at the school not because of academic or non-academic achievements but because he was an orphan.

"Yes, sir." replied Andini who still lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry." Then he came out of the room leaving Mr. Eza who was still smiling.

...***...

Who is Mr. Eza. Cook it, Mr. Eza it's Hans. His voice and face are very similar. But where is it possible...

Andini propped her head up on the table. His mind was busy comparing between Hans and Pak Eza.

"Lo don't buy anything?" ask Rara who has brought her bowl of meatballs.

Andini shook her head.

"You meatball? I buy it, right?" tawar Rara's. He often wants to practice it but Andini always rejects it.

"No need. Thanks though. I'm not hungry." Andini now drink mineral water to just wet her dry throat.

"I didn't order mbak. Rara you bought it?"

"No. If you want to ask first you are afraid you are angry."

A bowl of meatballs has been placed on the table without waiting for approval from Andini.

"But I'm not interested..."

"Udah, that's for you." Santi's mother passed by without hearing Andini again.

Andini just stared at the bowl of meatballs.

"Rezeki not to be rejected. Eat it." said Rara with a full mouth.

Finally Andini brought the bowl of meatballs closer and then took the chili, sauce, and soy sauce with the right blend and began to devour the meatballs while still occasionally chatting with Rara.

From a distance, there was someone smiling.

"Sir Eza?" the greeting surprised him a little.

Mr. Eza was now looking at someone who was standing not far from him. "Mom Isti."

"Sir Eza wants to eat in the cafeteria too?"

Mr. Eza shook his head while turning his body. "No. I just want to look around." He walked slowly and intended to return to the office which was followed by Bu Isti.

"Sir Eza why would you teach mathematics here? Isn't that Mr. Eza..."

Mr. Eza just smiled while shaking his head a sign that Bu Isti should not continue his question.

"Sorry, sir."

After arriving at the teacher's room, Mr. Eza sat down and still continued his chat with Bu Isti. "I just want to know the state of this school" replied Mr. Eza accordingly. "Hmm, Ma'am Isti what students here often bully their own friends."

"Yes, sometimes they are overrated. I am so sorry especially for Andini. He was an orphan and was less able. Always unfair treatment from his friend."

"Why are there no sanctions from the school so that the bullying doesn't happen again." Mr. Eza is getting more information.

"Yes. We actually went wrong. The perpetrators of bullying are often done by Mr. Heru's daughter named Clarissa."

Mr Heru? This must be Mr. Heru one of the regular donors at this school.

"Sir Heru knows his daughter's behavior here?"

"I don't understand, sir. What is clear is that we all dare not act more."

"Yes already. From now on let me handle this. I don't want any more bullying at this school."

Ma'am Isti slightly frowned, what was the reason that made Mr. Eza so enthusiastic about overcoming this problem?

"But if Mr. Heru stopped his donation how?"

"I know Mr. Heru. He couldn't have thought that low. If indeed later Mr. Heru chose to withdraw, yes I can find another donor."

Bu Isti nodded obediently. Then back to his desk.

While Mr. Eza actually thought of something while tapping his desk with a bullet.

The andini? Ck, it is you who do not recognize me...