My girlfriend's my Class Brother

episode 15 (sick nazwa)

Apparently my trials did not stop here, my seat in the soft kick Yani, he who was right in front of me. This time, I don't want to avoid. I really care about my ears, ignoring Yani.

But the thing is, the Yani did not stop tugging at my chair. With annoyance I raised the middle finger and gave it to Yani.

"Mobile, lo!" yani swore, but she spoke again.

"Yesa, number eleven really, nothing more!" yani said a little forcefully.

This is a very hard boy. If not, he will continue to disturb me. Arghhh, with a heavy heart I looked at the answer sheet, stretched number eleven and told Yani the answer while whispering softly.

"That's, dong!" Thanks, Yesa is handsome." said Yani nyengir.

I snorted while lifting my thumb half-heartedly. Basic, muji if you want.

"It's ten minutes!" said Bu Yuli's interruption.

I'm considering, inter want to cuddle now or later. But, if you think about it now or later the same. Move me up. I'm not sure what I answered was true, but it was the result of the count I got.

"Yahooohhhh!" said all my friends exclaim, because I am the first person to cuddle and finish working on math problems must get cheers. Because, in our opinion, the first person who first mengumpulin paper replaynya must be smart, and I feel smart because it is the first person.

The atmosphere of the canteen. But not as many as usual. Because, some smart students choose to stay in the classroom or library to study.

Choosing a cafeteria as a place to study is wrong. Learn no, no yes. Like the four of us. I, Uli, Ryan and Ivan. Each of us brought a book. But, everything is not read. I swear, it's useless, just to check the canteen table.

"Crazy, Mr. Harry's eyes keep going!" Uli. Our table is quite far away. He was at number three at the very front, and again in the middle. As for me, Ryan and Ivan were in a single row of seating environments.

No wonder, anyway. Though other children on the wailing are just as noisy as well. But, only Yesa was reprimanded, Ryan folded his hands to his chest.

"You guys are insensitive. He just wants to see the most violent students in the class." said Uli.

"Anjir, Ivan! Meatballs I'm embatting too!" ryan shouted. Now all our attention has gone to the two of them.

"lagian, you're on a huddle. Instead of having lo cold and not tasty anymore, mengingan I eat." said Ivan with the grin of his horse.

Ryan's curling Ivan's head.

"Noh, rasain stinks my snub. Breathe until full, when to eat all together." said Ryan sewot.

Our laughter was broken because of the actions of two idiots Ryan and Ivan, who were fussing about the problem of baso, but until the neck veins break still baso can not return.

The doorbell rings. What is in my mind, how to quickly ngabisin baso that is in front of me. Not just me, but my three friends too. After struggling, finally baso. In a hurry we paid for the food and returned to class.

Even in class we were joking, there was no intention to learn.

It was as if UAS was just a small matter and nothing.

A whole week of UAS we've passed half-heartedly. Well, who likes either a retrial or a test. Almost all beings who have the status of students or students do not like it.

I don't ask, UAS only stay one day I don't seem to be kelulungan, let alone have passed. I think I want to climb the coconut tree continues to plunge from above, so happy. What, anyway?

After UAS, it must have been no stranger to class meetings. Because these two things cannot be separated. The schools in Indonesia certainly after UAS will hold a class meeting. Well, that applies also in the school of Mahardika International School.

Today my class, which especially the guy will compete playing futsal with the next class, which is class X - B. Because my three friends are also good at playing futsal, they competed today. All three of them are core players, their role is very important in our futsal team class X - A.

After the futsal match, my new and my friends will compete rugby against the children of class XI - A IPA, I am ready with a team shirt that is in line with the shirt in the futsal team. My class has ordered this shirt in advance, so that when the class meeting arrives, then we will be compact to wear it.

We are a class lined up to sit on the sidelines to watch a futsal game and most importantly we are here to be supporters to support our class team.

On the other side, I saw Jesi sitting beside Ina and Dea. Yesi was wearing a sports shirt that fit on her body and made me gulp, because she looked, ummm.

Yesi looked at me back while giving me the code. Yesi wiggles her Mobile. At first I didn't understand, but a second later I found out. I spontaneously took HP out of my gym pants pocket. There's a message from Jesse.

      I quickly wrote a reply.

      Me: Yes, after the futsal match.

      Me : baby watch, yeah. Keep on not forgetting my passion.

      Yesi: look at it later.

      Me: I have to!

      Me: baby, if our team wins, what prize is given to me.

     Jesh: What, huh?

     Yesi: Vacation to Paris.one week?

     Me : Deal!

     Me: promise, huh? Promise is debt and debt must be paid!

    Yesi : Yes. That's why you have to win!

    Me : Sip, darling!

   Yesi: can't the sweatpants you wear in shorts anymore?

   Me : Hehehe. Can do!

I waited a long time for a reply from Yesi, but not in reply as well. I looked up, apparently Yesi was busy talking to Ina.

Somehow the view that blocked the futsal field made me snort. Dea, Ina and Yesi giggled, their smiles unclear, no matter what they were talking about.

Actually I really want to think positive, the three of them just talk funny things. But, the movements they showed me that made my positive thoughts disappear. He laughs and occasionally looks at me.

My view was suddenly blocked by the boys who were milling about running in the field. I want to make sure they are, but the cheers that echo on this field make me aware. Apparently futsal matches have been started since.

I tried to focus on the game, and it worked. I was screaming, the opposing team can not be underestimated, the proof is that the goal of my class team almost conceded. Fortunately, it can still be prevented by Daffa.

My class score is the same as the opposing team class X - B, the score while the series is 1:1. But, in the last seconds of the game, my class scored a one-point goal. We, especially class X - A stood jumping up and down so much.

I embrace Uli, Ryan and Ivan. The four of us screamed in a frenzy muttering GOOD X-A, while Daffa took off his shirt worthy of a professional footballer who was on TV-TV.

Once satisfied, now it is my turn to fight. The rugby team consisting of me, Gama, Dava ,Abi, Eko, and Jovan are ready in our respective positions. Our opponent is a child of class XI - A IPA.

"Come, you can do it!" yells Yesi, Ina and Dea.

"Yes, spirit!" uri said, Ryan and Ivan also shouted.

My eyes are on Jesse. He watched our game. He spoke without making a sound.

"Paris in plain sight." said I smiled and nodded.

The length of our game is not specified because in this game only the top scorer.

Once again the rugby match this time ended up being won by my class. The six of us immediately embraced each other, even my other classmates began to join the field.

Some are jumping, some are scattering mineral water, some even remove shirts and twirl on the head, like a fan propeller. My class just won in a row this time, so please understand our behavior.

The sound of a loud whistle, Mr. Harry who sounded it while shouting.

"don't get wet in the field, all the splashes because of you!" said Mr. Harry.

We stopped this absurd act. Dava represents all of us, he said to Mr. Harry.

"Yes sorry, sir. We are too happy." said Isaiah.

"There's still a final!" said Harry to give information.

"Well, you don't want to see what happy people are?" said at once syndicated Gama.

Before Mr. Harry spouted his fire, we quickly secured a class.