My Ex-President My Husband 3

Season 1: Al, Bilmar Sick!

This morning the sky felt dim, because the king of the sun did not want to appear to the contest to bring his bright light. Its existence this morning was replaced with thick clouds that were busy lowering the raindrops.

It was seen that some students entered the school gate with long steps half running, avoiding the rain that would wet their bodies. It also looks like Alika has just come down the hallway of the classroom. He had to travel 100 meters from the gate to his class.

The IPA class line is at the eastern end, while to penetrate it it must pass through five lined IPS classrooms.

"Nr ..." Dion patted Bilmar on the shoulder staring at Nino's card game with some friends outside his class. Before the lesson began, Bilmar and Dion would visit Nino, even though they were different classes and majors, but they were already friends from first grade High School, at a time when they had not been broken up with various majors.

Bilmar. "What?" tanyakanya.

Dion brought the direction of Bilmar's eyes to the footsteps of the woman he had been thinking since yesterday to sleep. Alika was walking towards the classroom, and soon passed them. Alika looks hesitant in stepping, not because she is afraid to cross paths with Bilmar. But he was a little uncomfortable with the size of the skirt he was currently wearing.

The gray skirt that looks worn, faded and small. Its length is not to the knee. There were a lot of male students looking in amazement.

"White boy, bro!"

"...Uhuy Alika, your thighs are so smooth!"

A barrage of chicanery than the guys who accidentally stared at Alika. Alika wants to beat their mouth, but somehow her feelings are sad because the incident two days ago still imprints in her memory, as long as she keeps thinking at home. Maybe someone is unhappy with her?

They did not expect Alika to be that brave wearing a skirt that showed her both thighs freely. Alika was embarrassed to be treated like that, but how else, she had no choice. Want to ask her parents for a new skirt, it seems impossible.

He did not want to bother Mama and Papa who work with a mediocre salary. With all the compulsion, the skirt that had shrunk two years ago, she used it again today.

This is all because of the work of Bilmar Artanegara, making Alika difficult and embarrassed. Bilmar and Dion were astonished to see Alika who would soon arrive and meet them face to face.

"The short one is crazy times huh, the small skirt period is still worn?" decak Bilmar has no idea why Alika is wearing it.

"Gosh, it's clear" said Dion with a gaping mouth.

Bilmar glanced, when he heard the words coming from the lips against Dion.

"Eh, items. What the hell was that talking about?" asked Bilmar as he howled his palm to get into his sleeve. Waving at the hairy armpit court, he stretched out the palm again to sweep Dion's face.

"Anjim, the smell of carrion." Dion brushed off Bilmar's palm to get away from his face. The man coughed, acting as if he wanted to die from inhaling the dangerous poison.

"Lo son, I smell good, use deodorant! Elo pake MBK powder has your mother, Ck!" Bilmar chuckled in laughter.

Instantly his laughter stopped when Alika's steps were already parallel to his body and Dion. Bilmar thought Alika would frown or throw her face away, because she had the heart to leave him yesterday without helping him. But Bilmar was wrong, Alika's face still looks sad, he chose to look down and continued to walk past Bilmar. Alika did not show any look of anger on her face.

"I see it, you're so mean, Bil!" lirih Dion's.

"Where are you going?" Bilmar pulled the collar of Dion's shirt who just wanted to step up to leave him.

"You take Alika, I want to apologize, Bill."

"Oh, you're crazy, she'll know!"

"Eh yes-yes." Dion regained his senses and finally smiled foolishly.

"I wonder, begoo kayak like this how can actually enter the IPA." decak Bilmar menoyor Dion's head shortly before he passed from there.

Nino looked up at Bilmar. "Nino begoo's! The name of the people is lacking! You think I'm Nina."

"Bilmar emang****, Nin." said Dion and ran away from them. Dion seems to have seven lives like a cat, he dares to berate Bilmar and Nino.

"Eh Monyett!" blammar and Nino together. Dion continued to run to class, occasionally turning to stick out his tongue to his two best friends.

"Go back to school we're all kids." decak Nino.

"Telangkalanin, go to the warehouse. Let abis be scavenged by demons."

The laughter of Nino and Bilmar was connected, echoing loudly in the court of the IPS classroom. Bilmar finally resigned to leave Nino who was still playing cards, to return to his class.

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"Al, I'm going to the toilet." Alika who was writing, then turned to look at Fandi who was standing next to her desk.

"Help feel you've been allowed to go to the toilet five minutes ago deh, you are better or just for some reason? Going to the cafeteria, right, Lo?" Alika swerved sharply, sticking the iron ruler towards Fandi's chin. Indeed the second hour break bell has not rang, it feels like the man's stomach can not wait to fill.

Fandi gasped, he stared fearfully at Alika's face which changed like a she-wolf grin. Who once roared, the clothes of Fandi, in the claws by him.

"But really, Al. I'm kebelet." Fandi is forcing. He wants to go to the cafeteria right now. Since he was already restless, continue to shadow the chicken bakmie with a lot of chili sauce.

"Sit there! I don't let you go to the toilet!" hatch Alika.

Alika again threw her face into the book to continue doing the task. Because during these two hours, the Teachers are in a meeting with the Headmaster, therefore as the Class Chair, Alika must be able to discipline her friends during the time left by her Class Guardians.

All the friends who heard the feud laughed a little because Fandi could no longer fool Alika. He sat back in his chair with his mouth cursing, he cursed Alika all out in his heart.

"ag ... Al." Alika again knitted her brows, like hearing a magical whisper calling her name out of nowhere. But he did not care, Alika was busy writing again.

"Al .." The whisper was heard again, and louder than before.

Alika turned her head and found Dion, who was whispering, calling her name. Alika raised her chin and squinted both eyes.

"What? Do you want permission to go to the toilet too?" alika Decak.

With a head, Dion answered. "No, Al. It's not that."

"You niontek?" ask Alika again.

Dion. "No!"

Then

Dion retreated his body, bringing Alika's eyes to stare clearly at Bilmar, who was sitting right next to him. The man looks like he's bowing his head on the table. One hand hugged the stomach.

"Bilmar's sick, Al. Her stomach's relapsing."