My Lovely Busybody Girl's

Shaila Graceful Gem

A girl was struggling to pull a cart over a steep uphill road, at the bottom of a mother in her 50s pushing a meatball cart that belonged to her.

Arriving at the top, the young girl tidied up her skirt that had been lifted showing half her thighs. He smiled as the mother who pushed the wagon approached him.

"Thank you a lot, deck. I don't know if there's no adek how mom would be."

The girl, Shaila, flicked her hands in front of her chest. "It's okay, ma'am, don't worry."

"By the way, isn't it late for school? What time is it?"

Shaila looked at the clock that was coiling in her left hand and then widened her eyes. "Udah clock. I'm first, mom. Be careful pushing the wagon." Shaila pampered and ran.

"Again thanks again deck," cried the old mother.

Shaila waved her hand in return, she had no time to reply. Shaila stopped on the sidewalk and tried to stop the taxi when next to her was a grandfather who wanted to cross.

By sticking out her right hand, Shaila drove the grandfather who was beside her across the street. On the way, the grandfather thanked Shaila and left. The girl looked at her pink clock again, oh no, her time was wasted. If he doesn't arrive at school in twenty minutes, he'll end up in a hot field.

A taxi stopped in front of him and without wasting any time, Shaila went straight into it. "SMA Earth Prince. Slow down just from the shampe yah, sir," Shaila's pinta.

Anxiety still haunts Shaila, the girl looks back and forth outward and her watch, five minutes away. Come on, he can't be late because the first lesson is a repetition of Physics. Although Shaila hated the lesson, but she had to follow every lesson or replay so that the value in the lesson was not too bad.

Taxis arrive in front of Bumi Putera High School. After giving him a piece of fifty thousand and thanking him, Shail immediately ran towards the gate that was almost closed, the girl did not even wait for the change she could use to buy four bowls of meatballs in the canteen.

Shaila sighed and went into her stool. His best friend and best friend since Junior High breathed a sigh of relief to see Shaila. "Where are you, La? Shortened my age."

"Sori, there is usually trouble on the way," Shaila replied as she pulled out a pencil case from her bag.

"It's someone else's problem that you're meddling, right? Your habits."

Shaila simply stretched out her tongue in return. Ms. Ratna, Shaila's Physics teacher had come with her leg face carrying a pile of blank paper in her hand. All right, whatever the trouble is, Shaila's ready.

Mela is not out of thought with her best friend this one. Is he good or stupid? Always help people who don't even ask for help. Call him a benefactor, but so generous he got hurt himself because of his kindness.

One day, Shaila helped a cat in the sewers of her neighbors, when she managed to remove the cat with a black stain and smell on her body, it is precisely the latest output phone fell and can not be used. Not to mention he was hit by a motorbike when crossing a group of mothers.

Those are just some of the events that Shaila experienced while helping people, if Mela spelled them out one by one, that would be enough to publish as her first non-fiction novel. Mela just hopes that the nature of her best friend will not cause something that can harm her more than the worst she has ever experienced. Hope so.

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TB