My Lovely Busybody Girl's

1 - Sissy

Class 3-3 was very crowded. Some of the students were joking and chatting, some of the other students were sitting on their stools anxiously. The incident just now still made their chests thump.

About ten minutes ago during Mathematics, Mr. Abdul, the teacher of the subject ran out of the classroom crying. His reason? That's because it's none other than the trouble maker, Arka.

Arka did not like the teacher who was gentle. According to him, what he explained never entered the brains of the students he was taught. Not that Arka is also included in the students, he always sleeps when the teacher shows his face in front of the class.

Both Arka and Abdul had fought with their mouths, more precisely Abdul who rambled himself. Indeed, who receives if while explaining the lesson suddenly there are people who shout how to teach him like a sissy? Of course everyone will be angry.

That is what Abdul felt. The twenty-eight-year-old threw a blackboard eraser directly at the head of Arka who was leaning on the table.

With emotion Abdul asked the reason Arka said that, but Arka did not answer him but looked at him coldly. When Abdul issued his oaths, Arka actually played the game on his phone.

Of course Abdul who felt disrespected and humiliated in front of his student immediately took Arka's phone and slammed it on the floor to cause cracks on the screen of his phone.

Arka's uncaring reaction provoked the anger of Abdul who had raised his hand high. Instead of being afraid, Arka offered his left cheek to Abdul. Unstoppable, Abdul's tears just flow, making him have to run out of class or continue to feel embarrassed.

"What about you, Ka?" asked Zaki who was sitting in front of Arka.

Arka throws her cell phone that cracked part of the screen at the table. "Replace new."

"Enak yah rich people from really change hp," said Reyhan who sat on the Ark damping.

Arka nodded and threw her phone at Reyhan's body which was currently sitting with her legs raised to the table. "Saking rich I'll give my money to the poor, huh."

"*****, fucking lo." Reyhan flips through Arka's phone which is still smooth. "Lumayan too, anyway," Reyhan said while putting Arka's cell phone into the bag.

"That's a very sissy baper vow until you cry it. Drama king really," said Zaki.

"Wrong, ****, drama queen," Reyhan's correction.

"Well, that's it."

"For PMS times doi hence baper," said Arka.

"***** you don't have any guilt."

"I'm not wrong, he's a sissy."

"Pe'a lo, Ka. Teacher waving too."

Arka and Reyhan laughed at Zaki's words, this one man is indeed a very honest person, so honestly he always gets troubled in friendship. His friends used to stay away from him because of the hurt by the honest nature he had, which is why he had difficulty in finding friends during Junior High School.

Until finally he met Arka and Reyhan who had been friends since Junior High. Although knowing their honest nature can make others hurt if they hear it, but the two people actually make it as a joke and also enter.

That's why Zaki is grateful to have met - whom he called - both men***** that. Zaki promises that he will never let them down and will always keep their friendship until old age.

*****

"Can't, Mel. I told you I had volleyball practice. Sana asked for anterin with Bayu," replied his friend while releasing his hand.

"Ih Lala mah that, if Bayu can also I ask her anterin."

The girl, Shaila stopped and turned to look at Mela, her friend who was sulking. Shaila stopped in front of the girl who had been his best friend for four years, then grabbed Mela's shoulders.

"Gue can't either, Mel. What about malem? I'm anter, deh."

Mela's eyes returned. "It's malem? Watch out if you don't. Promise?" Mela raised her little finger.

Shaila laughed and flanked her best friend's little finger. "Promise, bring it."

"Ah.. I love you soooooo much, La." Mela hugged Shaila.

"Come off? I want to be all right."

Mela chuckled while sticking out her tongue. "Gue back well, see you're toned."

Mela ran after sending Shaila a flying kiss. Shaila waved her hand, then walked back when she could no longer see Mela's back.

As he was going down the stairs, he crashed - or rather was hit by a tall and sturdy figure to make him almost fall if not captured by the impactor.

Shaila had closed her eyes tightly, strengthening her faith in the pain she was about to receive. Instead of a pain in his ass, something was stocky touching his cheek.

Shalia opened her eyes and found a chest of fields in front of her nose. Shaila looked up and saw a figure that was directly him I had a very handsome face.

"Lo don't papa, do you?" ask the man. Her voice was soft yet cold in Shaila's ears.

"I. yes, no papa," Shaila replied.

"Be careful on the road" said the man and continued on his way.

Shaila stared at the strapping back away. Shaila had heard stories of how handsome the man was, and had seen him several times from afar, but this was the first time she had seen him from such a close distance.

Very handsome brother Arka, obviously a lot of fancies. Inner Shaila then continued her path.

*****

TB