My girlfriend's my Class Brother

episode 20 (very pretty)

Now all that's left on the porch is me and Yesi. I rushed to take a water hose to water the plants, while Yesi was cool with the flowers in my home garden.

At first my desire just want to water the plant, but suddenly my jail idea arises. I slowly turned around and pointed the hose towards Yesi. He was shocked by the water coming out of the hose that I was holding, even now wet his body.

"Yesa, you want to play around with water?" tanya Yesi approached with a slight run towards me to snatch the water hose.

I woke up while not stopping to point the water hose towards Yesi.

"Yes, I can see that Yesi doesn't have any friends!" isaiah's word that was targeted by him was the face of Jesse. Look, even he turned around because I did not have a strong face I flush continuously with water.

Yesi's face was facing backwards but her footsteps continued forward and her hands extended forward to grab the water hose that I had been holding. When Yesi's hand managed to hold my hand, he hurriedly looked for the water button so as not to come out again.

Yesi hugged my body tightly into her confinement then rekindled the water hose and pointed it at my face.

My eyes were closed because of the water, but I opened my eyes until the water entered my mouth. In fact I can cover my face with two palms to dispel the spray of water sprayed Yesi to my face.

Yesi instantly turned off the water and put the hose in place. Both of his hands pulled my face, I automatically looked up.

" Is Yesi too late?" yesi asked while staring right in my eyes.

with a big smile I nodded.

"No." said Isaiah, but it was all a lie. I got limp because I inhaled water, even my head and nose hurt.

"Well, now we clean our bodies. Later Yesi make a cup of warm milk for Yesa." said Yesi with a big smile.

We both went into the house. Yesi uses the bathroom on the first floor, while I use the bathroom on the second floor.

After cleaning my body and putting on my clothes, I went back down. On the stairs I passed by Jesse. His body was just wrapped around pink pajamas wrapped perfectly in his body. My hand held tightly to the handle of the stairs, I just glanced at it as Yesi flashed while several times I gulped nervously.

I went to the kitchen to make some warm milk for the two of us. The plan was Yesi who made it, but because I first had a bath then I alone made it.

Yesi was already sitting sweetly in front of the television. He turned his gaze from the television towards me while revealing his sweet smile.

"It should be Yesi who made her warm milk" said Yesi, she shifted her seat, giving me a gap to sit next to her.

"Gue or Yesi are the same, both make milk" said Isaiah, handing one cup of warm milk to Yesi, my right hand holding one cup to myself.

While trying to blow a cup filled with warm milk, my left hand used to pick up the TV remote to switch channels. Looking for a spectacle that has knowledge, until suddenly my finger stops pressing the TV remote button, the, there was one broadcast about Jelita who was out of Soekarno Hatta airport accompanied by his manager with caption after five years of settling in Paris, now Jelita Sofia returned to settle in Indonesia.

I glanced at Yesi his gaze straight at the television. He didn't express anything just stupefied stiffly.

Today is my first day back at school after spending an entire week of vacation. At 7:00 I just arrived at school, because I woke up late. Maybe the effect of the holiday my eyes are not used to getting up early even I pass the breakfast that Mama has prepared.

Just as I was going down my school steps, I suddenly remembered something was left behind. I forgot to take my hat.

I turned my back to class to get a hat. Fate I am not lucky, until the whole bag I outin all but I have not found the hat I was looking for. I thought for a moment. After a few seconds, I pat the eel, can I forget the sacred object on Monday?

then with a step I quit the class and was forced to join the ranks of students whose attributes are incomplete. I did not expect that students who did not bring hats on Monday turned out to be quite a lot. There were even some disciples who did not wear ties. And among those students was Fajri with his big smile staring at me. I took the line next to Fajri.

"Lo bad hat wear, no tie?" isaiah said, whispering to Fajri.

"Common, Yesa. If abis holiday forget naroh where it is. Also, why don't you wear a hat?" fajri said while chuckling.

"For my misfortune, I forgot to bring a hat" replied Isaiah.

"Eat him do not feel good" said Fajri.

My eyes bulged with sprains I pinched Fajri's arm.

He rubbed his arm.

"Crazy! your pinching hurts a lot, Yesa!" fajri said grimacingly and it made me laugh with satisfaction.

Our debate stalled as the flag ceremony began. As usual, Mr. Harry patrolled behind the rows of students to check if any students were chatting during the ceremony.

When arriving at the line of disciples whose attributes were incomplete. Mr. Harry's eyes glared at me, with a mouth gesture he asked.

"What did you forget to bring, Yesa?" ask Harry sir.

I grimaced while saying.

"the hat is left at home" replied Isaiah.

make Mr. Harry shake his head. Approximately one and a half hours of the flag ceremony was held, finally instructions were heard that the flag ceremony had been completed.

After the line disbanded. All that was left was us, all the disciples who did not wear complete attributes. Mr. Harry stood in front, instructing us to pick up the trash and clean the teacher's toilet as punishment.

We split into two groups, the Fajri group which was the first row of cleaning the teacher's toilet, while the second row of my group picked up trash in the school yard. Then we started working.

twenty-five minutes passed, and our sentence was finally over. I wiped my sweat and looked at Mr. Harry who was sitting in the school park. He chatted with the kids of class XII - 1 IPA.

Fajri approached me. Then we both went to class together.

Because it's the first day of school. So, all we did was look for a new class. Because my status is now class 11-A IPA is on the second floor, previously I took a bag that is still in the old class.

Only then did Fajri and I head to the 11-A IPA class. Lucky Uli had already chosen a seat for me, so I do not need to bother sitting where.

Ms. Ana, who is our homeroom teacher is now speaking in front of the class a few words later, after which she left. My class was like a night market.