My Handsome Teacher's

CHAPTER 8: Risol Mayo

The school cafeteria began to jostle, a loud voice from the tiny lips of Aira also came coloring. He took out a mayo risol that had been his target this morning. Damn, there's only one risol and Aira has to get it. "HEAVEN! RISOL ONE!" shout Aira.

"Woi, risol I'm anjir!" haven't had a chance to take it, a burly hand plucks. Aira stared at the mayo risol container lethargicly.

He chose to retreat and followed the thief. However, Aira was amazed when the person was wearing a light brown teacher's official dress. The body as it reached made Aira's eyebrows wrinkle. "My mayo risol!"

Aira's hand grabbed the teacher's arm, making him stop and turn his head. "Anira?"

"Mr Haram? Uh, um, that means Mr. Arham."

The mouth does not know itself! Aira slumped slowly and then smiled forcefully. Both of them moved to a corner of the canteen that was not too crowded. Arham with a flat face raised his risol. "What's wrong?"

"Sir, the risol is for me, huh? Plis really sir, because I'm interested again," Aira put both hands together. Looking at Arham very closely as if he really wanted the snack.

"I also want to eat risol" he replied indifferently.

Aira shook her head slowly while continuing to endure Arham's departure. Very embarrassing, but how else. Aira even from earlier when the lesson had to hold her saliva darted out imagining how broken the blend of mayonaise and tomato sauce combined in the mouth.

"Sir Arham can buy again sometime. Thank you to me sir, I will pay you, " you Aira! Her eyes are adorable according to Arham. Even in it there are puddles of tears that may soon drip.

"You buy it sometime. I've already paid, "the risol held by Arham was taken down. He brought the snack close to his lips. Aira was round, she blocked Arham's hand.

Really, Aira's saliva is dripping right now. He sipped back so as not to make her even more embarrassed. Enough in front of Arham. "For two, sir!"

Arham's movement stopped letting his disciple still clasped his arms slightly roughly. "You mean?"

"Siniin sir," Aira grabbed the risol from him and broke it into two different pieces. Two parts in all he gave back to Arham. With eyes still watering, Aira cheered happily in her heart.

As Arham grew more confused, he saw that the risol had split in two. "Well, it's two. One for me sir. But that's a little big."

Ask for it, request again!

"You want half?" arham saw him smiling widely. Aira nodded anxiously, she thrust out both hands.

"Here" half his risole he put on Aira's tiny hand. And at that moment, Aira jumped up in excitement while removing the tear from her cheek. He raised his risol high, finally after the drama of the distribution of Aira managed to get what he wanted.

Aira reached into something from the uniform pocket, after which she reopened Arham's unemployed right hand. "Later risol sir, hehe."

The girl ran away from the agape of Arham. His hand held a thousand rupiah note. Unknowingly, the corner of Arham's lips lifted. But no one noticed it. He paid no attention to the cries of his other students throughout the canteen. Arham still vividly remembered the moment Aira whined at him. "Zinc."

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Wanda growled with annoyance when she never found Aira. He stomped his feet hard, already smashed his head just to find the one. Finally, Wanda invites Fiona to sit on the canteen bench first. The tails of his eyes rolled out in all corners of the canteen. Hope Aira can meet. Ehelah! Though Wanda was sure he took Aira's hand. I don't know where that grip came off and made Aira disappear instantly.

In front of her, Fiona just resignedly faced her friend's behavior. He was silent without responding to Wanda's emotions. If he goes in it, surely there is even more complicated. Be, Fiona stirred the chocolate pudding she had bought before Wanda koar. Fiona's eardrum shook as the death cry flew right beside her. Until the pudding bounced half.

"Hey! Unfortunately akohh. Look, what did I bring?"

And sure enough, when Aira was in front of them. Wanda got up just like that with three spoons. Tapping softly at the top of Aira's head with her mouth ripped in annoyance. "Where are you from? He doesn't know himself."

"Malak risol from Pak Haram," Aira replied scowling without sin.

"Lo crazy! Satan tambet from where, can be malak Pak Haram."

Fiona, who was silent, commented. Looking at the behavior of Aira who was very happy while devouring half the risol. "Uhh, that's delicious! I can finally eat risol."

"Mistake it yourself, I've pesen tuh risol stay one. Uh disrobot same him. Yes, I am samperin continue to palak deh. But I changed, "" continued Aira sitting his ass next to Wanda.

"But ngak anjir, I can not shadow the face of Mr. Arham fit in the palak bocil."

Fiona nodded quickly then chimed in on the words. "Eh but guys, talking about Mr. Haram. It was fitting that the lesson was able to yes the fishing hook during Aira's training."

"Kael, you mean?" obviously Aira is as comfortable as Fiona.

"I think, at most, he just happened to bring two clogs."

Fiona's curiosity hasn't gone away. He rubbed his chin while thinking. "But why did I have to do this for Aira? Why not make the gang next door. They don't have clogs either."

"It's a hell of a lo!" sergeant Wanda shouted loudly. This is what makes him a little upset with Fiona. Once curious, Fiona must have scraped the information to the end.

"Yes, sans dong. His name is also curious. Don't don't, Kael likes you, Ra!"

Aira who had originally picked up a tissue to clear the corner of her lips immediately turned her head. Moving her hand to the left right, she disagreed with Fiona's argument. "Exposure lo altitude, where there is the head of the motorcycle cake gang he has a crush on the crumb rengginang."

"Aja kali. Don't insecure deh, Ra, lo ga see the body of the Spanish guitar lo kayak how."

"Spanish guitar lo eyes!"

Aira takes the bakwan from Fiona and gagged it into Wanda's gaping mouth. He was devastated to find the red face of his best friend. "Sukurin, the same quality I have!"

A few moments later, they enjoyed each other's snacks. While looking at the boisterous students who are still crammed in two canteens on the right end. Aira and her friend never returned to class during the break. When they finished, they returned to the classroom.

Fiona pours the sauce on the fried tempeh. Whisper at his friend in front. "No intention to continue our mission, right? I am so ready."