Mr. Jutek

Madings

"You're a hell of a bitch, Mas. Yes this should be sky blue, let it be bright." I said regretfully for arguing with Andi mas. It's always a debate that happens if he and I are united in an activity. And I am the only one who dares to protest blatantly to him. What about other students? Just gawking and mangosteen.

I am not a disputant or impolite. I just hold my ground.

"Yes nice pink dong, Husna. Uhhh."

"Broaches love pink. Hot?"

"It's not a matter of like it or not. But more pink. Oh, pink, me."

"No way."

"No jewer hlo, Na."

"Hiks, whatever! Basic bummer!"

I can't take it if he mastered mading today. It's madingku. Whatever I want to do. But what is my day? I always lose to Andi. Debate with him is free.

I immediately left Andi's mas busy with mading. He was a bitch from the beginning of my school. He always made me angry.

Mas Andi is the business teacher at my school. Andi was also young, twenty-one years old. Therefore, we call it 'mas'. Perhaps, there are some who call 'sir' but that is rare.

In addition to her TU teacher, she is also an ustad in a foundation. She is proficient in Arabic and her melodious teaching voice. That's why, he has a lot of fans girls, even widows. Kwkwkw

Although some of his students said handsome, good and dream. But still. He sucks for me.

Huft, why do I have to transfer to this school. Teachers and friends are okay. But her? Arghh...

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I still imagine the shock earlier. It wasn't a one or two time thing. But repeatedly after I got the mandate to be a mading filler. And since then anyway. I always choose light blue and rainbow. And Andi then? He always chose the color pink. Ah, on the other side it might be a bit of woody.

"Dam, Na. Why is that pouting?" Siti was surprised to see me put on a vicious face. Like boiled shrimp with sweat pouring.

"That's hlo, ustadmu. I hate him."

"Who?"

"That, Mas Andi. This is my mad schedule. Why is he so busy with color"

"Hlo, how can you? Usually Mas Andi does not come if it's a children's schedule, right?"

"Cheal, you're a bum."

"Don't do that. I loved kapok." For a long time."

"That's great."

"Don't do that. The proof is that girls are clamps and queues hlo."

"Including you?"

"Ha yes no. Students love their attitude. You just."

"Hla that. The santrine likes it anyway?"

"But I don't. Already, will fall in love hla kapok."

"Amit, O God. Mboten, ogah, emoh."

"I love you, Na" said Andi, who was behind me. He then looked at me sharply.

Arghhh, fuck. Why am I being so misbehaved and unable to say when she looks at me.

"It's there, take care of your mading today. Whatever, blue or something. The important thing is to remember. Your line today is about drugs. Or about the drug poem you used to write is fine. That's good." he said again with a straight and pretentious cool look.

"Yes, come on."

"Where?"

"Cantin! Yes to the mading."

I then stood up and walked first leaving Andi mas who was controlling my class. He does that sometimes during breaks. More precisely, mensidak class so that no one mojok dating. And if anyone gets caught dating. Prepare for punishment in plain sight.

My school is weird. Ah, not weird. It's not supposed to be a date, is it? Especially at school. His name is also young. Must be stubborn and breaking. Just like me when I sometimes sit in a corner with my boyfriend. Hehe.

When I went to the Mading, I was surprised. Why would he suddenly succumb if today's mading was handed to me. Do you realize he was wrong? Or intentionally make me pout with his attitude that is annoying? Ah, I think the one who likes him is blind love.

I again chose the color of the paper that I was going to background my poem. And, stay the same. I chose the blue sky. Not pink as Andi's choice. I'm allergic to that color. Color identical to the spoiled girl nan centhil. I am a brave and brave girl.

"It's fast. Hunt the bell, Na."

I don't know from what angle Andi came. Suddenly he was by my side with a thick book.

"Astagfirullah, Ma. From this moment, it appeared ndadak to. Make a shock."

"You are the dreamer. Already, where's the text? I want to read first. Nyleneh what not."

"Basic Mr jutek!"

"Haaa? What Na? What was that talking about?"

"No, Mas. It's hlo, again want to noodle tek."

"Assalamualaikum" he said as he walked carrying my madingu paper.

When he walks. Many students looked at Andi. Moreover, his students. No hesitate, some dare to say hello with greetings accompanied by the spice of the sweetest smile as a style. With hope, mas Andi can be captivated.

"Greetings, greetings. Don't smile too much. Inget, lady's awrah."

Not the answer to the greeting they received let alone the reply to a smile. But a study that came out very firmly with a little high tone.

The girls' faces stiffened when they heard Andi's reply, and I just chuckled.

Doesn't stop there. There are always silly and shocking things that students do.

One step, two steps, three steps Arya walked. Suddenly there was a tsanawi-level girl who stopped in front of Andi's mas. She said. "Sir, can I borrow a pen? My pen ran out for writing your name too much. Make a poem about you, and pour out my feelings through a letter you never wanted to receive. I'm..."

Everyone laughed at hearing that. A tsanawiyah boy could have said that to a teacher. Their age is far away.

But, not mas Andi if heed the recitation of the students. He still walked leisurely towards the office without hearing further the disciple's words.

The student named Lyla. He is famous for liking Andi. Every book has a symbol of 'A'. And whip got a mouth, she repeatedly said love and intention to be the wife of Andi mas. Crazy one? Might as well. Haha

"Lyla is not worth Mas Andi." Everyone says it like that. How can, an ustad and teacher at school be matched with students whose knowledge is very shallow and very silly behavior.

I think those who try to get close to Andi are among the reckless.

Most children know, if he currently has a sidewalk. The woman who managed to melt her heart was her former student back in the foundation.