My girlfriend's my Class Brother

episode 35 (queen and king of the campus)

           I and Yesi agreed not to discuss or remember the misunderstanding that happened that night. Let's just say nothing happened, nothing what we went through. Forgetting it is the best thing.

         I haven't been to school for three days. Even walking around the house is a little difficult.

             My mom told me to rest at home. And I am happy to obey his will, because since I often absent, there is a feeling of laziness that increasingly becomes.

          Mama took Oci to school this morning. At home is the arrival of Mama Siska and Yesi. Whether there was any wind, Mama Siska and Yesi came together.

          I sat down while coolly reading a novel, Mama just came home after taking Oci to school.She was busy cutting fruit while Mama Siska again in the kitchen making drinks.

         Looking up a little from the novel I read, I found Mama who did not stop looking at me.

            His eyes narrowed and to his two hands were still working on peeling the skin of the pear.

         "Tell Yesi, why doesn't Yesa go to school?" Yolanda.

             Berdehem, I try to focus on the novel that I read and pretend not to hear the question posed by Yesi.

        "What's this?" said Siska came up with two glasses of cold avocado juice and put it on the table.

             "Here, something is wrong with Yesa" answered Yesi.

             "Where?" yolanda was a little surprised.

            Then the two old men came closer to where I was sitting. A little panicked, I hid my face from behind the novel to avoid interrogation. But it was in vain, with the evil Yesi pulling the novel out of my hands and throwing it onto another sofa.

           Yesi's face approached.

             "Y - Yesi, what is it?"  isaiah gulped and stuttered. His hands stretched out to grab my collar, while Mama Yolanda and Mama Siska just looked curiously.

           My hands crossed in front of my chest. Yesi looks like he's looking for something.

             Now it's Mama's turn to look busy with the hape and bring it closer to the ear.

            I watched carefully what I would do with Mama Yolanda and Mama Siska.

            "Hello, Papa?  you're home right now!" said Yolanda, seen the motion of his hand turn off the phone call.

         As if nothing had happened, Mama returned to her initial routine, continuing to peel the pear skin casually. While Mama Siska also poured avocado juice into a glass.

               Suddenly a bad feeling surrounded me, what were they planning? how am I deg degan, huh?

           There was the sound of the roar of the car engine from outside the house, and not long ago the sound of the door was heard in a loud open.

            Papa walks in a hurry.

           "What's wrong? Is Yesa okay?" ask Zain.

            That just becomes the center of attention.

          I, Jesse, Mama and Mama Siska stared at Papa.

       "Oh, has Papa come?" mama asked amazed because Papa came so quickly.

         Papa sat next to me and Jesse. This time my legs are no longer slouching. I've improved my way of sitting, I think the conversation this time will be serious.

         Mama and Mama Siska took a sitting position right across from us. Their hands are compactly folded on the chest, typical of acute mother kepo mothers.

          "Ehmmm... explain what happened?" yolanda opened his trial.

      "No one, just a little cold because yesterday night at Yesi's birthday party, haven't had time to sleep at all because my eyes are hard to close." isaiah said quickly, and he answered.

         "though there is an important thing did Mama tell Papa to come home soon, it turns out only discuss Yesa who got caught in the wind?" said Zain, breathing out while rubbing his face slowly.

           "If you only catch a cold, eat a lot of Yesa. Yesa is strong." said Zain again encouraging his son.

             With a big smile Mama thrust the fruits that have been peeled skin.

            What is strong? how do I imagine things that are yes.

          Mama Siska says it frontally. But I still eat the fruit and juice they offer.

           In my absence, I missed some info. The school will hold an annual arts event. Each class is required to participate. This event was also Daffa's last assignment as chairman of OSIS and continued the inauguration of the new OSIS chairman.

           Our class participated by featuring a mixed dance team between girls and boys. I did not participate because I did not want to. And also the selection of mixed dance team has been chosen when I was absent.

           I, Uli, Ryan and Ivan stood hanging out in front of the class, we looked down at the children of OSIS who were busy setting the stage. Some teachers also helped, including Mr. Harry.

            "Where are these three days? absent mulu, mentang mentang in the wind, all you want is not school" said Uli protest.

       "As far as I am, dong. How are you sewot?" isaiah answered, turning his lips.

          "It's been, how do we do something. I swear I'm tired of other children at gatherings in the hall, they rehearsal" said Ryan mediate us.

          "agree! anyway, who loses, must obey the friend who wins." said Ivan helped raise his hand.

            "May as well." said Uli also interested.

"Gue has an idea" said Ivan flicking his hand.

            "What idea?" ask Uli again.

          "Bikin just a furore, the four of us to the broadcasting room, continue to set the music guaranteed to be rame." replied Ivan with a big smile.

          In the beginning me and Uli used to go downstairs to the broadcasting room. Behind him were Ryan and Ivan.

           Settling the sludge and monitoring the ambience, then as fast as lightning might run and enter the broadcasting room. Ryan turned on the computer in the broadcasting room, he copied the song in his hape to the computer.

           I and Uli looked at Ryan anxiously and then alternately stared at the door. Afraid someone might come in. Can lose, music has not been to play by law yes.

            "Have, Ryan?" ivan was impatient.

            Ryan nodded, you're out, I played the song and immediately followed you guys out." Said Ryan.

             "OKAY. But what song do you play?" asked Uli curious, from earlier he stole a glance at the computer but could not. Because Ryan's whole body covered it up.

                "Listen later Ryan grinned. You guys are on your way out!" ryan's orders.

            The three of us nodded. It was like a hidden entrance, the exit was like that as well. A little run, the three of us headed to the cafeteria and sat down.

         Ivan laughed. You're crazy!" says Isaiah.

       "Yes." answered Uli.

"Lo's crazier, it's a crazy idea that belongs to your brain" replied Ivan did not want to lose.

         "It's just as crazy not to be sober" said Isaiah, laughing more loudly.

            Then I heard a song play. And I swear, we did not fast.

        Wik wik wik wik wik wik...

        

       Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhh...

          For what? Is this the song Ryan is playing? Even the school is in an uproar. Laughter was heard from various corners of the school room.

         Seen from a distance Ryan ran in a row gopoh.

         Anjrit! Ryan!" said Uli laughing while holding his stomach.

           "Admudu..aduh.mouth I until the cramps." said Isaiah did not stop ngak even until tears came out.

          Ryan immediately sat down beside Ivan, his breathing sounding broken.

"Where's my song?" ivan asked Ryan.

"If there is the craziest among us, it's definitely lo" Ryan replied to Ivan's toyoran.

         We laughed compactly. Laughing at the crazy behavior of a bunch of crazy students.

           Suddenly a sound came from the school loudspeaker. And the wik wik song that rotates changed the sound of horror.

          "Call Yesa, Uli, Ryan Ivan to get to BK. Thank you!" mr. Harry was heard from the school speaker.

      I, Ryan, Uli and Ivan are in a group around Mr. Harry. We looked carefully at the cctv spinning on the computer.

           "Ryan, how come the guy on the computer looks like you?" tanya Uli who keeps watching the computer screen.

           "Eh, geblk! not similar anymore, it's really me." said Ryan mentoyor Uli's head.

"Nooh! you are also there, even your face is most clearly caught" said Uli annoyed.

           "Can't you?" ivan Sok was surprised.

"Is this coming out on youtube too? if yes, I will call Mami first, tell her if her son entered youtube." replied Ivan with a joke.

           "Cock? lo pura bego, or bego really, anyway?"I'm so excited, this kid wants to be in tampol like. Even though he had this super crazy idea" said Isaiah annoyed.

           "Don't make it hard, Yesa." replied Ivan with a flat face.

            Don't you? don't you? ivan is a spontaneous type. What he had in mind came out that way. Without being strained. If I grind his bags, he sucks a lot of times. I really want that sinless face.

         "You can shut up? it is not shy to argue, whereas the teacher is right in front. Where's the manners you've been taught all this time?!"  said Mr. Harry speaking his back to us, but from his cold and sharp tone his voice immediately pierced for anyone who heard.

          Ryan nudged my hand, he gestured for me to speak to represent them.

           My fingers clasped each other, after exhaling, I looked up right at Mr. Harry's shoulder.

         "Excuse us" Isaiah said, only a soft tone of voice could come out, while Uli, Ryan, Ivan silently lowered his head.

           "I wonder, this BK room is very rarely visited by other classes. But you guys from class XII - A IPA always make a mess. Supposedly as seniors in this class, you set a good example for your underclassmen, not acting like children." said Harry still in a high voice.

           Mr. Harry turned around, his sharp eyes taking turns staring at us one by one.

"Honestly, I'm so sick of you!  you may be ignorant, but you know the limits. And what you've done is so outrageous!" said Mr. Harry was angry.

         "If you are doing it out of boredom and want to play, I say it out loud! you're just shaming the name of the school and your parents!" said Harry again.

          As long as we are in the room BK, of course it is familiar to hear the sharp word Mr. Harry. But this time it's outrageous. If the words of Mr. Harry were in the form of a sword, it could be categorized as a four-edged sword that could stab us horribly.