My Handsome Teacher's

Chapter 6: Kael

Aira and her minions smiled happily. They were prepared to accept Arham's lessons with all their heart. Yesterday, when Aira came to Wanda's house everything was ready. Stay today running what they have planned. The other friends were busy carving suddenly clogs. Unlike the Aira was busy giggling with the phone screen. "Gue can't wait for Mr. Haram to be embarrassed," he muttered ignoring Wanda shouting beside his ear.

Forget about clogs, even Aira did not bring any tools for remedial. He was too relaxed today. Wanda and Fiona join a group of other grubs to measure clog writing.

"Eh! It's a big write-up, Jamal. Lo how the hell," Wanda said when she saw Jamal take out a carving tool.

"Let's just let Mr. Arham look at the writing," Jamal then immediately carved his wooden clogs quickly. Whether neat or not the results. He was tired of obeying Arham's will which was very draining of energy.

Fiona sat pensively with the bench she had just dragged close to her friend's line. He handed wooden clogs with light pink srampat to Jamal to be engraved as well. "You've got me, Mal!"

The big-looking man who was always used as a guyonan friend turned his head. "Lo son! Carve it yourself. Who am I? Mr lo?" his challenge.

"Crazy unclean! My father is more handsome than you."

"But sexy is me, right?" jamal's eyebrows go up seduce Fiona.

Laughter in the air from Wanda's lips. He slapped Jamal's arm with all his might. You canned sissy! Not without reason Jamal said so. It's common knowledge if indeed the body Jamal that contains a little it becomes the cem and his friends.

But don't get me wrong, model Jamal like a water barrel already has a girlfriend whose relationship has lasted two years. Wanda was surprised, her boyfriend saw Jamal from where the hell. Peeped from the straw even only looks sinful sin. "No! Sexy from where try. Cepet carve my clogs. Hunt Mr. Arham come!" hatch Fiona final.

"Yes-yes chili."

"What did you say?!" fiona's chest kembis. He prepared to throw a slap at the thick lips of the canned pans.

"Chili girl" Jamal repeated casually. He grabbed the clog then without measuring, Jamal directly attached his engraving tool.

Fiona was still staring intensely at the man's behavior. Siding while kicking the bench that he was sitting on to the original. "Lo said once rich that, I scribbled the name lo from the geography group."

"Mighty very lo. Cabe, it's so pretty."

"Halah aja lo aja lo, don't you want to seduce me, Mal? Wahh crazy, you don't know when"

BRACKET

"Lo can be on diem ga the hell anjir! It was so noisy from earlier," the thunderous screams of Aira made them shut up. Similarly, Wanda who immediately moved away from the crowd and then approached Aira. The girl put her head on the table.

They're not tired of talking. Aira who was horrified her ears felt hot. He sighed in annoyance, straightened his filling body and glared sharply. Willing to stand but still males. "What's? Body as big as gaban gaut giut very same with girls."

"Heh madam! Nawdn't you? Yesterday there was also the fear of fitting in the hallway of the classroom alone. Where's the crying pack again," Aira's eyes bulged when Fiona bakwan was flushed. His best friend immediately smothered the mouth of the meeting.

"Yeah! A class of Aira nangis? Waduh, it will be a trending topic."

Jamal's mouth needs a lesson! Aira immediately stood to meet him from a distance of two benches from here. He stared fiercely with his head blowing hot lava. "Damn it! A sissy is a boy. I need to be clumsy on the face of Jele-"

From here, Aira saw Arham's lips moving without a sound. Still sitting, Aira clenched her hands when she understood Arham's intentions. "Two-one."

"Damn it!"

Arham's shoes deafened the whole pupil. Without sitting down first, he looked at those who kept looking down in fear. There are those who play clogs in front of him, there are also those who are busy flipping through books. Arham already knew the cause of them acting this way. He continued to circle the pews of his students with an untouchable look.

"Sok cool really anjir," muttered Aira while taking out a notebook.

But it made Arham's ears buzz. He glanced at Aira, right beside Arham standing. "Gather the clogs now!" his orders thrust a hand at Aira.

Aira gasped, she glared in shock as the hand stretched out. "Forgotten sir" he answered briefly.

"Why can you forget?"

"Yes the name also forgets, yes where I know sir."

No one dared to defend Aira at this moment. His friend is saving himself. Seriously, the bull's-whispers started coming out. Wanda nudged his arm heartily. Son of the devil, he did not know where the tip ends like this. It is not yet time for that move to be released.

It is still morning, the brain is still fresh do not need to be given a fire bat. Fiona chuckles with Aira's thoughts. "Yes, his name is also still a boy," he softened himself.

"One week children. One week!" Arham moved away from his range and began to move forward. He took the blackboard eraser on the teacher's desk still standing. The eraser he dropped many times on the table so as to cause a loud sound.

"Start again" Jamal murmured while confirming the sitting position.

"Who are you at home? Hm? I think that week was enough to find the clogs. If you can't afford it, ask your grandpa or grandma, they have it. Your habits are undermining your duties. You think, even if the remedial I asked for clogs, it won't be worth it?" Arham continued to knock on his desk while observing the faces of the distraught disciples.

Aira remained relaxed between them, had time to photograph the annoyed face of Arham. But with silence. That behavior was not separated from the sight of Fiona who was grimy. "Cil! Don't maen maen lo."

"Now, whatever. It's up to you guys to catch up or not. Obviously, I only give grades to students who want to work. I don't need you guys whose job is just alesan aja."

Arham is tired of continuing to take care of those who are wayward. Sitting silently without a sound waiting for their answer. In the right corner of the class, a man called out while raising his hand. "Sir Arham."

"Yes?"

The white-faced man with resolute jaws rose towards Arham's table. Of course, Arham smiled proudly because in his hand there were two pairs of clogs that had been carved. "My feet are the same Aira, sir."

In that instant, Aira froze as she felt her name being called. Same with Fiona and Wanda. His mouth was wide open accompanied by a table buzz from Jamaludin.

Kael Gilbraltal...