My Secret Bodyguard's

Part 25 Friendship, and the Southern Path Journey

Inside the car the three joked as usual again, although Andrea still smelled the scent of competition from the look in Ren's eyes. Slightly stinging.

Zellina performed the song Stay With Me by Chanyeol.

“Add volume, Zell!” Andrea Pinta. He likes that song.

“How many bowls, Ndre?”

“Si Non, it's like meatballs again.” The driver Zellina joined the car while chuckling.

“Asyik also yes way fitting this lesson hour, brain nerve repair.”

“Ehm, you really, Ndre, we often visit teachers who do not enter.” Zellina turned half of the body with a thumbs-up.

“Yes, you guys were engrossed, I bothered earlier, find an excuse to picket master for this sake, nih!” Ren showed me a piece of permission.

“That's your part, you'll be a diplomat,” Andrea said.

“Diplomat it works visiting teacher, Ndre?” ask Zellina.

Andrea and Ren slammed their backs into the car seat. Simultaneously Zellina's phone rang.

“Aww, Gaes! Oh My God this Brother Yadi!” yell Zellina. His eyes were wide at the screen of the phone. “Haalloooo, Kakaak,” said.

“Regularly,” Ogre Ren. He looked out at the car glass, his face bent in two.

“Iya, Brother. I told my friend to share those flyers with the whole class ... Whats? So, on the trash? ... Okay, okay, brother, I'll take care of.” Zellina seemed speechless listening, then spoke again, “iya, sorry. Brother went to my class? It's me again on the way to Miss Anis' house ... Andrea's? Yes, it's the same he.” Zellina turned her head, looking towards Andrea. “Kak Yadi wants to talk,” whispers.

“By what?” Andrea whispered back.

“Ne-know.” Zellina thrust her phone.

“Loudspeaker time, Zell!” Andrea reluctantly accepts Zellina's expensive phone as shiny as it is, afraid to want.

Zellina squeezes the icon of the sit mix image.

“Hallo, Brother, this is Andrea.” Andrea started talking.

“Hai, Ndre, where are you going?” yadi's voice was drowned in the music in the car. Mr. Supri played down the volume of the music, apparently he also kepo.

“We're going to Bu Anis' house, Kak.”

“Why not ask for your brother?” a disappointed voice sounded from there.

“Oh, this is Zellina's car, Kak.” Andrea looked at Ren and Zellina who were beginning to look at her suspiciously. He regretted asking for a loudspeaker.

“Ooh, even though I always wait for your phone, I once said to you if there is need for anything, can contact ...”

“Oh, Brother, we're here, then again. Assalamu’alaikum.” Andrea hastily scowled Zellina's phone, though she did not know what the icon was wearing, as from there Yadi still sounded calling her name.

Zellina and Ren were still staring at her, Andrea was whining herself. The car suddenly stopped.

“Kok stop, Sir?” ask Andrea.

“He has arrived, Neng," said Mr. Supri.

“Oh, no, sir, go again!”

Mr. Driver scratched the ear before returning to the gas. The feeling he had heard Andrea say had arrived.

“You why see me like that?” ask Andrea.

“What are you doing with Brother Yadi?” ask Ren.

“Iihh, Andrea you nikung me ya?” Zellina scowls.

“Emang are you ready Yadi?” ask Ren to Zellina. That's proof the competition is still volatile.

“Yadi do I bustle, on forgetting?” spray Zellina, still with a pouty face.

“You're why the hell, I don't have anything with Yadi. She's not my type.” Andrea tried to defend herself.

“What a lie." Zellina straightened her body back to look forward.

“Make what I lie. As long as you know, I am a lover of traveling the southern route. You guys know that road? Up and down, turn. While enjoying it, I often thought of our friendship.” Andrea started to philosophize.

“Means?” ask Ren.

“Friendship is like a journey, Ren, Zell. When driving on the road, sometimes we insist, sometimes ordinary, overtake is also halal, but we also forget to have brake injects, and pay attention to signs for safety. Friendship is also so, there are times when there must be a war of nerves, but try to cool down again or it could feel flat. Nahh, we must not forget to hold back our emotions and remind each other, like the brakes." Andrea paused for a moment, waiting for the reaction of her friends.

"There's one thing that most have to be very careful, if necessary avoid" he continued.

“What is it?” asked Mr. Supri, apparently he really listened too.

“Byles, Sir. Danger,” replied Andrea. Looking towards Ren who was twitching his lips. “If we are not careful, can collision,” he continued.

“If you pay attention to the story, which southern route does Neng mean? Nagreg?” Mr. Supri was even interested in the path.

“Naahh, You know that road?”

“Waahh, if the road is to my village, Neng, I am Kawali.”

“Where's Singaparna next, Sir?” Andrea asked with the origin.

“Away atuh, Neng.”

“Iiihh, what the hell is this even talking about Hawaii, Singapore.” Zellina scowled again, her driver speechless. “Pak Supri diem first!” his orders.

“Good, Non.”

“From yesterday I said you know not?” ask Andrea.

“Ngak,” replied Zellina.

Andrea tucked her cheek into the car glass. Ren smiled amusedly.

“Serah, lu,” murmured Andrea.

“Welcome to the competition.” Ren whispered. The Goblin soundtrack songs sounded again, dissolving the emotions that heard them.

“Ndre, why don't we get to?” ask Zellina.

Andrea jerks. “Yes yes, we stop where, Ren?”

“Lho, how come I?”

“Terus who knows?”

The four people in the car looked at each other.

“Father knows?” ask Zellina. Mr. Supri shook his head.

Ren pulled out his cell phone, wanted to contact a classmate who knew.

At the house of Bu Anis, Andrea, Ren, and Zellina are greeted kindly by Ms. Anis. Unlike when teaching them, Ms. Anis in her house looks sweet and unpretentious.

Her hair unraveled without a konde puncture, a long dress wrapped around her slender body, making her look elegant. That said, Bu Anis is a noble woman.

“How are you, you guys?” ask her with the biggest smile, classic beauty.

“Good, Bu.” Andrea and Ren. Zellina was on the porch messing around with Miss Anis' pet cat.

“Zellina, here! What's in there?” yelled Miss Anis.

“The cat is good, Mom. Can't be invited to home?” ask Zellina.

“May if Mimiy wants,” replied Bu Anis.

“Truly, Mom? His name is Mimiy, right? Can be betrothed to Garfe.” Zellina's eyes sparkled. “Pus ... follow yuuk!” the ray, then carry it.

But the cat jumped instead, then ran to the lap of Bu Anis after previously clawing Zellina's hand. Zellina screamed stifled.

“Don't want to turn out, right?” gently Bu Anis scratched the chin of his cat which was now on his lap.

“Yaahh, why?” Zellina scowls.

“Because she has self-esteem, the female plays to the male house.” Miss Anis explained.

“Bilangin, Mom. Not going to be raided kok,” said Zellina.

Ms. Anis was shaking her head. Andrea and Ren blushed at Zellina's behavior.

“Eh, yes. What the hell are you guys here for? Shouldn't be studying? How is my substitute teacher?”

“We have no substitute teacher, Mom,” says Andrea.

“oya? But that doesn't mean you don't learn, right? There's a library, there's a package book, about-soal.”

Andrea looked at Ren, giving the code to talk immediately.

“Ehm, look, Mom. I mean we came here representing classmates. Want to apologize if all this time my friends and I made Mother uncomfortable, making Mother not at home to be our guardian and teach us, but we all really lost Miss Anis, Anis, we classmates want you to go back to teaching, giving knowledge, making us smart Math,” said Ren with a voice made as good as possible.

Ms. Anis petted her cat. Not how long he said, “you shouldn't bother persuading. I resigned not because of you guys.” Ms. Anis released her cat who began to struggle to play.

“Actually you are creative children, although a little active, I like, it is a sign that you are developing well. You are also not stupid, although always late to understand, but can follow my lessons well.” Ms. Anis took a breath, looking at her face turning sad.

“Actually I have been uncomfortable with the invisible distractions that often hit me, I don't know, ...” Bu Anis' words stopped again. This time he looked down, like he was holding something heavy. Andrea and Ren held their breath.

Ms. Anis continued, “but, it is not because of that alone that I decided to stop. Besides I am tired of being an honorary energy without certainty of being lifted, I also want to undergo therapy.”

“Therapy?” ask Andrea.

“Bu Anis sick what?” ask Ren.

“The therapy is also gijag gijag gijag gijug, yes, Bu?” ask Zellina. Shoulders wiggling.

“That's the train ..” replied Bu Anis, Ren and Andrea together.

Zellina blushed in shame.

Ms. Anis did not want to explain what therapy, for sure she will undergo something related to psychology.

“Mom really don't want to think about it anymore? For our sake, children Mother.” Andrea persuaded again. In the corner of his eyes was a wet pool. He got carried away, looking at Bu Anis who seemed resigned to his pain.

Andrea felt very guilty, Ms. Anis had to undergo therapy, maybe because of Dale.

She almost told me everything, so that Ms. Anis would not have to be afraid anymore, because she had locked Dale in a padlock.

“Alright, since you guys have been here, I am certainly very grateful. You already care about me. But, I also ask you to respect the decision I have taken.”

Andrea, Ren, and Zellina fell silent, only to hear Mimiy's spoiled voice under the table.

Keep up, Gaes.

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