My Handsome Teacher's

CHAPTER 8: Return Permit

The man with the tall posture squeezed the coarse hair. His head seemed willing to break when he saw a stack of daily assessment answers that he had to correct one by one. He is not a teacher who teaches online. If there is an option to work on a paper sheet-based offline task, he will prefer that. For him, that way the students are challenged to work.

There have been many cases in the place of teaching at this time. When he gives a daily assessment with online, or even using google form, then very cleverly they open a new tab then just copy-paste the answer.

Arham Hadrafat Yasnuar, an honorary teacher who has just graduated from PKN education at an out-of-town university. He chose to return to his hometown and then serve one of the schools around the residence. Arham's introved personality must be destroyed little by little. Apparently, teaching some children with different characters becomes a challenge for Arham.

Especially when he met the somewhat clumsy student. Arham was frustrated with his absurd behavior. A little confused, but sometimes make him able to enjoy the color of the world. Arham was made to believe that as it turned out, living in the world was not just about his ambition.

"Mas Arham, again idle?"

He blinked his eyes for the daydream to open, seeing Mr. Hamdan-teacher penjasorkes patting his shoulder slowly. Wanting also Arham nodded so that at least, Hamdan did not tell him various kinds. But what happened was that he could only show a nod of his head. "No, what's wrong?"

"Gini, there are students who want permission to go home in the picket room. Kan Mas Arham is one of the picket teachers, after all? Their father, a friend of his who was sick asked to go home. There were ten minutes waiting for the picket teacher," Hamdan explained glancing at the picket room which contained the silhouette of his student. Arham's eyes also circulated and then glued to the frail back.

"Em, Miss Tiar isn't there, is it?"

"Well, I've also been looking for Bu Tiar where. But I didn't meet. I kept telling them to wait a minute, '" Hamdan knocked on the glass table, thinking hard so that this problem would be resolved quickly. Hamdan's age is more than Arham, but he called him mas yes to be more polite.

"What class are you mas?" ask Arham again. He rearranged all the sheets of paper that Arham had opened.

"Twelve ips one said, it was lo si Aira. The stomach acid's rising."

Hamdan's reply suddenly brought Arham's activities to a standstill. He looked at Hamdan's face, which was not even a trace of a lie. "Couldn't you? He was all right."

"It doesn't know me either. Try samperin for me."

For some reason his heart trembled, he nodded quickly then slightly dashed out of the teacher room. Approaching them with heavy breathing. He saw Aira with her friend, one group, rounding his eyes in surprise. His face grew even more pias as Arham's gaze was untouched.

Moreover, Aira continued to nudge the arm of her side friend. He glanced a little with a quick mutter. Occasionally pull the corners of the lips when looking at Arham from bottom to top. "I swear, you crazy idea! How could Mr Haram come here?"

"Where do I know dodol! Lo said we should skip. I don't know if it's a day that guards your men," said Wanda very slowly. In that instant, Wanda received a sharp plot from Aira.

"Amit amit dah, don't take dry kanebo to be my man."

The girl who kept moving her lips was attached to a glass cabinet containing a trophy. Keep yourself away from anything that might endanger your safety. Like Arham's sharp eyes for example, Aira thought this would be the easiest skipping day for her. It turns out to be the same, having to go through Arham first. Aira hope, the teacher will not make it difficult to get a golden ticket out of school.

"Have you finished talking?" arham's baritone voice snapped their conversation.

The three disciples nodded quickly and shifted to let Arham sit while taking the dipen letter. Oh come on, come on! Aira really needs an autograph from Arham. This is the only chance to escape. "I heard Aira was sick, but how does she look so healthy?"

Aira was amazed, she immediately held her stomach while squeezing it hard to cause pain effects. "Oh sir, I'm sick from earlier. We are also from the UKS. I'm not strong, sir" he lied.

"Have you taken your medicine?" not not to believe, but they have done a lot of carelessness. Arham still remembered clearly first when Aira reasoned to the bathroom when the exam took place. But precisely with such reasons Aira used to browse exam answers in the bathroom.

"Already sir, but Aira said the medicine did not work. His stomach is still aching like it's wrapped around the uler sir," Fiona who had been silent this time also opened her voice. Ck! Just sign it, then give it to them. It's finished! No need to ask questions like this.

"The reaction of the drug also takes time, can not be once a sip immediately healed."

Aira's hands clenched firmly behind her wide smile. Damn it, actually make Aira's blood tension rise drastically. It can't be if this process is without being complicated. No, neither does Grugiin Arham. Aira breathed a long breath. "Yes Mr. Arham, but I need a break at home. Please sir, sign it immediately. I'm tired of standing still."

"Em, just sit next to the computer. The chair is awkward."

Fiona and Wanda hooked wide when the answer did not match the expedition was out. He thought, Arham will answer, yes just hold it first, or if not, yes I signed it directly, or or more attention, more attention, yes, I have signed you now go home and rest so that tomorrow will follow the learning.

"Sir, this oath. Rather than busy base stale mulu. Mending directly scribbled his signature column. This is my leg all sealed," Wanda circus! He raised a defiant eyebrow.

"It's just your excuse to skip school, hmm?"

Their bodies shook, Aira's legs could not even be moved when she heard Arham's guess. No, no wrong answer. "No, sir, we're actually going to send Aira home. Poor sir, his body is small, fat, tell him to go home alone "

Asem! Wanda minus akhlak. He sneered physically at Aira in front of Arham. Mrosot has confidence in himself. He looked down embarrassed as he squeezed the tip of the hijab. Waiting for the response given by Arham.

"You guys go back to class, let me drive Aira home."

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