My Secret Bodyguard's
Section 23 Ojek Handsome
Because Bu Anis resigned, the task of the homeroom teacher temporarily fell to Mr. Haris.
“Now I am your homeroom teacher, and from now on all your actions that like outside of fairness, will be acted directly by the Headmaster and Chairman of the Foundation.” Mr. Haris's Voice.
“Bapak can't do it alone, Sir?” ask Akri.
“If it is not pleasing to my way, please come out or I will also come out like Miss Anis!" threaten Mr. Haris. His voice was different than usual, because he already had backing, Chairman of the Foundation.
Akri mesem, not affected by the words of Mr. Haris. The chairman of the foundation is his mother Zainal, as well as his adoptive mother he.
The children who were still baper to lose Bu Anis no one answered, all speechless.
They do not want to lose the teachers who have given them knowledge. Even if their actions were a little wild, they were not students without morals. Teachers are their needs, what is school for every day if there is no teacher.
Mr. Haris began to teach, with his soft and melodious voice. As usual, the children were taking lessons while sleepy, like someone was lulling.
Andrea looked out the window. Mr. Iwan is not in his field.
“Pak Iwan to where ya, Ren?” whispered.
Ren looked towards the rice field, then shrugged his shoulders. “Why? Kangen?”
“Tumben alone, usually never absent in the same rice fields as her buffalo, does she hurt ya?” telisik Andrea's.
“Pak Iwan is indeed again break the same tracks times...”
“So long have you never seen him absent to the rice fields?”
Ren shakes.
“It just so happened, Bu Anis left, Mr. Iwan also lost, lest...” Andrea started to gossip.
Tok tok!! Whiteboard shoved.
“If you want to cuddle please come out!” mr. Haris' orders.
He spoke while sticking a sample picture of a community advertisement on the board.
Ren covered his mouth with a cold fried banana from under the table. Zellina is excited about upgrading her powder.
Mr. Haris started talking again in front of the class. Andrea again saw the rice field of Pak Iwan.
He laughed, suddenly remembering his discussion with Dale on the edge of the rice field that time.
Their first talk, which he did with all his might while holding back the trembling, was due to brushing out the fear. Until finally the fear was gone.
Dale who was plain, increasingly looked ridiculous, and often made her laugh. Dale's been taking care of her lately, and giving her ease. Dale was submissive and polite, his face was also so pleasing to the eye. Dale who was human ....
“Yes God,” murmured Andrea.
Ren. “Why?”
“Why, Ndre?” Zellina poked her back.
Andrea was surprised, not expecting, her murmurs could be that loud.
Mr. Haris and the other friends were looking at him as well.
“Why else?” ask Mr. Haris.
“Euuhh, the, anu, Pak.” Andrea confused.
“Why your daughter?”
The whole class laughed, Andrea looked down.
“They may be anu, sir, “ chirps Akri. The kids are getting boisterous.
Andrea glares.
Akri stuck out his tongue.
“Already already! Now try your hand at mentioning some examples of ads!” Mr. Haris started testing. Andrea is hit, even though Akri is fussing.
"Soap ads, candy ads, milk ads ...." Not finished Andrea replied, his friends back boisterous.
"Ad victim, Andre, too" said Joni.
"I think you know." Akri menoyor Joni's head.
"Not that, Ndre, nih!" Ren handed me the package book.
Andrea immediately read the types of advertisements in the textbooks.
"Eat it, pay attention" said Mr. Haris.
Andrea looked down, from earlier he did not notice Mr. Haris teaching. Keep thinking about Dale. Andrea picked up the lock-dressed black necklace inside her bag.
Dale, I need you, her inner self.
After the study hours ended Andrea walked away. Ren.
“Why did you, from then on, seem to daydream? wrongly called an advertisement?" Ren smiled.
Andrea frowning. “Ngak.”
“Bener?”
Andrea nodded. They walked to the gate.
“You want to humpang?” asked Zellina from inside her luxury car. His head was out.
“Numpang, are you kuntilanak?” bentak Ren's.
“Salah yes? If you come with a car, what is the name?” Zellina scrunched her forehead.
“Nebeng,” replied Mr. Supri.
“Ooh, you guys want to nebeng?” reset Zellina.
“Ngak!!” Ren's still a nyolot.
“Normally a time, Ren. I'm nawarin doang.” Zellina pouty.
“Come, sir, here there is another one dapet mulu,” he said again.
The speeding car attacked the children who were walking towards the school gate.
“Si Pecel, long ago nyebelin also.” Ren wrapped it tight to the neck.
“What's the matter, Ren? usually the most tolerant same him.”
“Ck,” Ren just clucked. She corrected the location of her hijab which began to loose her penitent.
“By the way, ever since Inzel did a cat party, you changed.”
“No,” Ren kept going, kicked him dry leaves with the tip of his shoe.
“Ren, sit down first yuk!” Andrea invites Ren to sit on a long bench where the ordinary gripper.
Ren ordered an ojek online. “Before my ojek comes.”
“Iya, while waiting. Mang, cendol!” Andrea brandished her hand ordering ice cendol from across the street.
“You like Yadi yes, Ren?” andrea's question made Ren startled, he was caught off guard as well, his eyelids involuntarily flashing somewhat frequently.
“Ngak,” answered.
“Terus why do you like not to like Zellina want to be close to Yadi?”
“Who said?”
“Ren, we've been friends for a long time, since Junior High, I know you. You wouldn't behave like that to Zellina for no reason. You jealous?" Andrea probing.
Ren did not reply, he glanced at the cendolier who was crossing.
"Your corps is coming, tuh!”
Andrea received two plastic cendols and paid for them. “Thank you, Mang, be careful crossing,” he said.
“Sami-sami, New. Want to help you cross, Neng?” The cendol is insolent.
“Nyebrang by yourself,” says Andrea. Cengengenesan.
Andrea handed one of the cendols to Ren.
“Emang, I ordered.”
Ren received a cendol from Andrea.
“You yourself why?” ask Ren.
“I?” now it was Andrea's turn to be surprised.
“Yes, I was the first one, and no one was answered before Pecel passed by."
“Ngga nothing,” replied Andrea.
“Inget, Ndre, we've been friends for a long time, since Junior High,” said Ren, while nudging Andrea's arm.
They both laughed, then fell silent, enjoying straws after straws of cold sweet cendols in the afternoon. Representing each other's feelings.
Tintiii!
His mother's motor horn disperse each other's daydreams.
“Bent, Mom. Ren has no invitation.”
“Oke.” Yuli got off the bike. Opening helmets. “Have the message, Ren?”
“Already, Tan. Uh, but it's okay to go first, Ndre.” Ren felt bad for Yuli.
“Nothing we temenin first, I want cendol?” tawar Andrea's.
“Account you?” ask Yuli.
“Yes no, no, buy!”
“Ditractable?”
“No, I'm all buying next to him.” Andrea nyengir's.
“Nahh, right. No need, I'm not thirsty.”
“Ibuuuu ..” Andrea whining.
“See, Ren. He if there's aunty so, plug.”
Ren smiled amusedly. “Iya, Tan. Even though in a tomboy class, mengalahin. The last time we fought with guys."
Andrea snickered, pulling Ren's veil.
“You too, his hobby is masang kuda-horse, kayak builder."
“Ndre, hijabku kendooorr ...”
“Bodo.” Andrea is getting pulled over Ren's hijab.
“Ndree ...” Yuli glares.
Andrea immediately confirmed Ren's hijab while apologizing. Yuli shook her head to see her son's behavior.
The motor stopped. Everybody look. The driver opened his helmet. Her hair was a little messy, but it did not diminish her good looks. The weather that afternoon was cold by his smile that was coming out.
“With Mauren?” his voice is very familiar Andrea.
“Iya.” Ren was surprised, he nudged Andrea.
“Gigit ...” Andrea said slowly.
“Bitten what, Ndre?” ask Yuli.
Andrea smile. “Ngak, Bu.”
Ren checked the application. The motor number is the same, but the driver's photo and name are different.
“Sorry, this is Mr. Ruslan's motor, he suddenly got sick, his asthma relapsed, I replaced.” Bite explained, seeing Ren bewildered.
“Emang can yes? why not cancel?" search Ren.
“She needs money for treatment.”
Andrea and Ren looked at each other.
"Cancel it from you can, Ren." Andrea offered a solution. He still felt he had to give to that guy.
Bite mebby. Andrea threw the plastic cendol in the trash.
“Ngga nothing, Ren, you also nolong him right?” Yuli convinces Ren to ride the bike that was driven by Bite.
"That's it, Tan?" ask Ren. "Okay, I'm up."
“Thank you, Auntie” Bite smiled towards Yuli, replied Yuli's nod.
“OK, I first yes, Ndre, Tan.” Ren kissed Yuli's hand.
“Be careful, Honey,” says Yuli.
“Yes, be careful, darling,” reset Andrea. Ren sneered.
Bite smiling again. “Mari, Aunt, Andrea.” details.
Andrea suddenly clumsy. He wants to judge his sejudes, but he can't. Even a little envious to see Ren piggybacked by a handsome motorcycle taxi driver.
“You know that motorcycle taxi guy?” yuli asked as their bike started to run.
“He wasn't a motorcycle taxi driver, Mom, I heard about it myself, replacing doang.”
“What is it, you know?”
“Iya, she's a State High School kid.” Andrea refuses to tell her mother that Bite ever wanted to hit her.
“Ooh, schoolgirls too.”
“Emang Who do you think?”
“Kok to be an ojek builder?”
“Can't? Today's motorcycle taxi drivers are different, ma'am. Students are also many, even my teacher also has a nyambi so ojek online.”
“So yeah? If it's Mom, what motorcycle?”
“Oject chatty."
“Oject free,” pout Yuli.
Andrea chuckles. “ Yes already, let me not need to be a motorcycle continue, may I bring my own motor.”
“Mother?”
“Mother car. Yes, Mom, yes ...” Andrea seduced while tightly hugging her mother's waist.
“Dreams, angkot still much.”
“Ibuuuu .. ride angkot keep calf big,” rutuk Andrea.
“Liar healthy, Ndre.”
Yuli stopped the bike, they got home. Bi Cicih welcomed.
“I'm straight home, Bu.”
“Iya, Bi, don't forget the rice and the side dishes.”
“Not forgotten, Bu.” Bi Cicih brandished the black swipe in his hand.
“If less stop by at Ceu Yuyum rice stall, Bi.” Andrea spoke while gliding in the house. Bi Cicih misuh-misuh, thought to be given additional.
Entering her room, Andrea throws the bag, she approaches her study table. Checking drawer. His grandfather's wooden box is still there.
He slowly opened the box, looking at the antique padlock inside.
Andrea lay her body on the bed, hugging the box.
Didn't expect he'd miss his secret bodyguard.
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