My Secret Bodyguard's

Section 21 The True Fatherhood

“Alright then, I give time to Bu Anis to rest and solidify his decision again. If you change your mind, Ms. Anis can go back to teaching here. To be honest, we still need your manpower, but if you don't change your mind, I'm assuming you really resign. And sorry for this month's honor I can't give because this resignation is at your own discretion.” Ms. Kania spoke very tactfully, but firmly and straightforwardly, heading straight for the target.

“It's okay, Mom. I'm not fighting that. Rejeki and soul mate already set.”

Bu Kania is also concerned with the words ‘jodoh’ thrown by Bu Anis. Given they are two singles who are competing for the heart of Pak Bayu the teacher of Pre-work.

One was an old virgin, the other a widow was left dead. While Mr. Bayu, a cool widower with two children.

“Oke, please think again.” Ms. Kania ended the conversation.

Ms. Anis came out of the headmaster's room, after the previous three ears blingsatan to hide behind a large pot.

“Udah hasn't eavesdropped? Let's doong us to the toilet!” whispered Zellina, while continuing to move her legs to hold the keblet.

“Who wants to go to the toilet?” ask Andrea.

“Iih, don't you guys want to go there?”

“Again. Very habit, Zel if you want to follow do not ask first.” Andrea nyoloth.

“Duuh, how's doong? I kebelet niiyy ga dare to go there alone, afraid of being teased jin kayak Bu Anis.” Zellina but whining.

Coincidentally, Jastin's next-class kid who was a little lebay passed them.

"What are the girls doing there?" jastin asked, not forgetting to justify the location of his crest.

Andrea who felt responsible for this mess immediately called Jastin to take care of her prince friend.

“Jas, want to go to the toilet? Together with Zellina, yes.”

Jastin happily nodded, rubbing the cashew crest on his head.

“Please, Princes,” says Jastin.

Zellina shy cat, her footsteps increasingly tight movements resist pee. Jastin running around small offset.

"Yes, now we tell friends. We're thinking about stopping Miss Anis from leaving." Ren stepped on gontai.

At first glance Andrea saw Bu Kania smiling to herself in her room like a new person can lottery.

“You saw Mrs Kania deh, Ren. It seems happy that Bu Anis left.”

“Times anyway?” Ren watched from the window.

“Look at it, maybe the gossip has been true, Bu Kania with Bu Anis competing in stealing the heart of Mr. Bayu.”

“Ah, you even manage gossip, Ndre.” Ren walked over to return to class.

Andrea looked once more towards Bu Kania, then giggled. He caught up with Ren, embraced by his best friend's shoulder.

"You, yourself, why the hell, are you still the same as Zellina?" ask Andrea.

"Neither."

"If there's anything, you say it. Not good to know, despite the rada oon, Zellina is our best friend. We've been together since Junior High."

"Well, you're alone, don't you think I'm a friend? Kok Zellina keeps being defended." Ren took Andrea's hand off her shoulder.

"Lhoo, how am I to blame? Ren, Ren ... Wait!" Andrea caught up with Ren who was speeding up his pace. The problem just gets bigger. Andrea tied up her hair which started to get sultry.

“Bu Anis really want to resign friends, we heard it ourselves.” Ren made the announcement in front of the class, accompanied by Andrea.

This time everyone listened. Including Akri and his gang, they let go of Zainal who they were criticizing in his stomach.

“Totally?” ask Akri.

Ren and Andrea nodded.

Akri held his head and staggered to the chair, then sat down limp. A class of sudden baper when he saw Akri the troublemaker became a baper.

Almost all of them are now just aware, Ms. Anis is the best teacher, how to teach her makes them so forced to be smart Mathematics.

He is also a wise teacher, not arbitrarily using his authority as a homeroom teacher to act beyond reason.

Bu Anis was angry, because his student had to be scolded, Bu Anis punished because his student was indeed guilty. If during this class they most often get the buzz of the wooden jidar, it is also because their class is the most noisy and unruly. Understandably, they are from the group of leftover students in the private school, far from being called the superior class.

“Shadowed his long jidar that always boomed will be the most missed memories.” Akri muttered still with a languid sit in the corner. Squeezing hair. Whether it's drama or right from the heart, Akri is obviously poetic. Now all are just sorry, when will lose their killer teacher.

The class ended up boisterous with various kinds of expressions, some were happy, disappointed, pretending to be sad, some even challenged the school genie.

“This is all because the genie is less work, sok .. where siah .. get out!” one of them was screaming like a trance, looking around. A friend holds.

“Cicing siah!” snapped it.

“Saha maneh?” ask his friend.

”Goblock, aing saha??” he continued, then staggered and limp. He's really possessed. Some of his friends took him outside to take him to the toilet, smoothed his face, before there was a mass trance.

Zainal did not lose much, at first crying bitterly. Ren calmed her down with Andrea's help. Suddenly Zainal roared while tugging at Ren's skirt.

“You why the hell? You're coming with me!” snapping Ren, losing patience.

Zainal refused, but went under. Ren was overwhelmed defending his nearly-dropped Skirt pulled up.

“Where are you taking Ren?” asked Andrea, worried about Zainal as well.

“Ke. She started tantrum, only her mother could handle.”

“Whose mom is it?”

“Bu Kania,” replied Ren, then pulled Zainal from under. Akri who saw that immediately helped. His sadness suddenly disappeared, becoming fed up with Zainal's childish behavior.

“Already taught also so a real guy, still a crybaby, wonder ...” Akri. Zainal was roaring under the table.

Andrea only found out that Zainal was Bu Kania's son, Ren had never told. Ren and Akri have also been very concerned about him, which one cares about in a way bullying the other defending. Bela and bulli every day. What's up with them?

Aahh, bodo very, inner Andrea. Dizzied with this mess, Andrea stepped onto her stool. Put your head to the table.

Only Fany is cute, she is fun to read a book in the corner while snacking to know gejrot.

A teacher passing by was just head bobbing at the commotion. The other class students were also unaffected, returning to their respective activities. It was common with the conduct of that class of windstorm.

Andrea fell silent, not knowing what to do about it. Dale was also being punished, unable to be asked for his help.

All this because of him too.

Suddenly Zellina came, screaming already like people chased by demons.

“What's Zel?” ask Andrea.

“I was chased by a guy of his class Jastin Beser,” Zellina replied while panting.

“Why?”

“So keep following him ... I'm so go in the guys toilet ...”

Andrea patted the jidat. "Keep, pee already?”

“Udah .. euhmm ... ever, but forgot.”

Klokk!

Something's lodged in Andrea's neck. Under these circumstances Zellina still makes goiter.

Ren who was still tugging at Zainal did not care about Zellina's babbling, while his other classmates laughed at Zellina's behavior.

Tok tok!

The sound of window glass.

Mr. Iwan looked up, fortunately the buffalo did not come to look.

“What's the fuss?”

“Hallooo, Pakde!” Zellina. Mr. Iwan drugs from the window.

“Pak Iwaaaann, Bu Anis want to go, ehh .. pindaaah, huahuauaaa ..” Zainal, who was still under the cover, shouted.

“Basic ngadu,” snapped Akri.

“Haaaaaahh, really??” Mr. Iwan was surprised, looked at the faces of the children in the class one by one.

The atmosphere was suddenly silent, then after a long time there was a hue of sorrow from Mr. Iwan's face. Without saying Mr. Iwan took off one button of his shirt, he passed away from the classroom window, then sat under the clove tree on the side of the rice field.

Mr. Iwan stared at his vast expanse of rice fields while hugging his caping, daydreaming, like being hit. His workers looked in wonder, his shoulders engrossed in leyeh-leyeh in a puddle made especially for him.

The entire class looked out of the window glass, crammed exactly into the economy-class train passengers. All astonished, all confused. What happened to Mr Iwan?

Fany got up from his seat, then walked and stopped beside Andrea who was watching Mr. Iwan's behavior. Know that gejrot was stabbed, like he was stabbing a witch doll.

“Hai, Fan!” sapa Andrea, feeling strange also experienced by Fany who today put on her face a little pale, like a depressed kuntilanak.

“Lu kudu tanggunga reply!” fany said, slowly.

“Truthfulness?” ask Andrea.

“This mess is your grandfather's pet genie.” Fany spoke again, quietly, expressionlessly, flat.

happy reading, doain can keep up yaa ...