Me Vs Flocking Mommy

Chapter 93. Sexy Shirt

“Kyaaa!” Ella screamed again as she walked through the gym at Albert's residence.

“Hah? Holy hooch! Ella why?”

Albert who was exercising immediately stopped his activities. The sweat running down his body, made the thin shirt he was wearing printed on his body. Her hair looks disheveled, without the hair gel she used to use.

“Why, La?” albert asked after Ella who ran into the room. Instead of stopping, Ella even accelerated her footsteps. “Tuh, right? He must have seen something strange again. Does my house really have a waiter?” thought the man shuddered in horror.

“Ella why?” ghina asked with a knife and a carrot in her hand. Hearing Ella's scream, the woman rushed up from the kitchen.

“I don't know either,” Albert replied while shrugging his shoulders.

A few minutes later at breakfast. Ella was ready in her uniform. While Albert looks neat with a light brown shirt and suit. Apparently the man was going to the office this morning.

“La, are you seriously going to wear that uniform to school?” albert narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl sharply.

“Yes, today is the batik uniform schedule,” Ella replied casually. The girl placed her school bag on an empty chair.

“Cannot. You can't go to school in that uniform,” Albert said.

“Why? What do I wear to school? Later it can be legal, if one wears a uniform,” said Ella refused the request of the father.

“But your skirt is short, Ella,” scolds Albert.

“Lah? My uniform has been all this time,” Ella frowned.

“No, that's short. Later if you ride angkot or ojek, can look sexy,” repeat the man.

“How short? It's still all knee-length. The school skirt was as long as it was,” protests Ella again.

“That's short, Ella. It's half a centimeter above the knee, ” Albert said, drawing a line parallel to his thumb and index finger. “Come to come to the place of acquaintance Dad. We buy new uniforms for you.”

“No,” reject Ella. “That's great, I'm about to graduate High School,” connect the girl.

“Udah, follow your father's advice. It's for your own good too. You are still five months away in High School,” said Ghina mediated a quarrel between her husband and son.

“But later redundant, Ma.” Ella still did not accept the request of her parents.

“Who do you want to tease, at school wear a kayak skirt? Nothing, right?” said Albert. “Follow Dad's orders, later ready to pass the skirt you can donate,” said Albert.

“That good idea, dear,” says Ghina.

Ella's lips licked three centimeters forward, looking at the compactness of her parents. “Yes already, I follow your request. Uh, that means Dad's request. But on one condition,” Ella said out loud.

“What terms?” ask Albert.

“Sya-its terms it ... a-anu ..” Ella is suddenly nervous to reveal it.

“What?” insist Albert.

“Ya it. If again at home do not use ce-pants, dong,” said Ella nervously.

“Hah? Don't wear pants? So should you wear a glove at all times?” albert asked with a confused face.

“Duh, that's not what I meant. J-don't wear the same p-short pants ti-pis t-shirt. I'm awkward and uncomfortable to see it,” Ella said as she lowered her face.

Ghina and Albert looked at each other. “Oh, so this is what made you scream this morning?” ghina said while sneering at her husband.

“OK. I'll remember that,” Albert said. “Then this morning you came to buy a new uniform. After that bar uke school,” he continued.

“Where are stores open so early?” ella looked for an excuse.

“There is none. But I have an acquaintance that we can go to this morning. The place is not far, kok,” said Albert.

Ting! Ella saw a notification coming into her HP. “OK. I'm going to come along. But not now. Because I've been picked up by brother ojek.” Ella snatched her school bag with lightning speed. He then rushed towards the exit.

“Ella, where are you going? Breakfast first,” call Ghina.

“I go to school first, Ma. It was almost too late, nih,” cried Ella who had run in the yard.

“Yeah, you bad boy. He could have run away. Ah, I lost competitiveness again with the taxi driver,” grumbled Albert who did not have time to chase Ella.

“Udahlah, darling. Let him go this time. Later we will buy a new uniform for him,” Ghina said with a laugh.

“Gini it feels like having a daughter. Honey, how could you be patient yet, face him?” albert asked, rubbing his chest.

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The next day at school, Ella becomes the center of attention of her friends. Some laugh amusedly at it, some praise it. But as usual, Ella did not care about people's views, and still stepped forward confidently.

"Ciye ... Where's the transfer boy from, huh? New clothes, new shoes. From Lu's boarding school, Neng?" goda Anggit and other friends.

"Whisper! Diem, Lu," Ella replied fiercely.

Among all the third-grade students, only her clothes looked conspicuous. Brilliant white and clean shirt. The color of the skirt that does not look faded. Plus the long skirt that covers up to the ankles. Of course no one buys new clothes at the end of school like this.

"La, you're so pretty like this. Really, really," said Maira.

"Ck, don't mock, Lu," said Ella clumsily. It felt like she stumbled a few times, wearing that long skirt. The tomboy girl had always preferred to wear trousers rather than skirts.

"Seriously, I. You are very graceful like a gini," said Maira.

"Mai, wait until he sits down" said Naya giggling.

"Sit's a guy's seat?" imelda laughs while holding her cramped stomach from laughing.

"Just look at you" said Ella sharply. Naya and Imelda were still laughing. They were both unafraid of Ella's threat.

"Here, the caper. Most beautiful," muttered the Goddess who sat behind. Her heart was hot to see Ella being the center of attention.

"Gaes, let's sit down. Miss Elya came, tuh," Anggit exclaimed among the classmates. The students who had been huddling and noisily, rushed back to their respective seats.

"Good morning, children," said Ms. Elya as she stepped into the classroom. His gaze paused for a moment, upon seeing Ella.

"So I have a question about what you want to do in the future, be it college, career and other things. Fill in the house, and signed by the parents, then return it to Mom tomorrow, ", said Ms. Elya.

"Well, ma'am," the children answered compactly.

"Remember, yes. The signature must be your parents. I can tell if you guys faked a signature.

(Connected)