My Secret Bodyguard's

Section 4 Residents of the Stormy Wind Class

The holiday is over, Monday morning Andrea stopped the angkot. He was already impatient, seeing the school roof, the paper flower trees in front of his class, and the basketball court where he hung out while eating a peek.

His hair fluttered in the wind of passing vehicles, carrying street dust, along with the germs. Hurry him up and tie a ponytail, let it not fall apart.

Her mother has warned several times to immediately wear a hijab, but Andrea is not ready. She still felt unworthy to wear it because of its tomboyish nature. Not able to rage, and have to sit down sweetly looking like a hijab girl mostly.

Were it not for the school rules, she would also be reluctant to wear long skirts. He wants to wear frog pants or jeans, his big clothes.

Descending from the angkot Andrea immediately entered the school cheerfully. He saw someone.

"More!"

He is not heard. Ren just kept walking into the gate.

“Bogged very.” Andrea pulled the tip of her hijab from behind.

“Eh, got my hair. Watch out if anyone falls out!” Ren grimaced, her hair tied inside the hijab to the pull as well. After a long time of faking a frown, she hugged Andrea who spread her arms out in a frown.

“Seru there?” Ren grabbed Andrea by the shoulder, taking her walking along.

“Where?" Andrea asked back in a confused style.

“The story is really,” grumbled Ren.

“I know, you're pleasantries. Every day we're news, losing infotainment."

Ren confirmed the tip of her hijab that was blown by the wind. "By-by ...." Ren raised his hand.

Andrea showed me her bag. "Regular, dodol."

"Where?" Ren snatched the bag on Andrea's back. Andrea ran away, Ren chased after her.

Ren is Andrea's best friend. Befriended since Junior High, and now one class with her. Very good student in her class.

Although her tombo is identical to Andrea, but she is Andrea's best friend who has been thinking about penance and the afterlife, wearing a hijab since Junior High School.

A lot of guys are scared of him. Hence he was chosen to be KM d class. Wondering why so many guys are afraid? You see he's secretly a karate hero, already a black tire.

“Kaliaan ..!” Suddenly the sound of a deafening cry, down from a luxury sports car, then hit Andrea and Ren who were fighting over a bag, precisely scrambling dodol.

That's Zellina, Andrea's second best friend. She wants to be called Zel or Punzel, because she feels like Rapunzel, the estranged and newly discovered princess of the king. Ren and Andrea closed the ears. He likes capers not curled up.

“Regular times, Zel. I haven't seen you in a week like I haven't seen you in a century" Andrea grumbled.

“Masa anyway? two weeks tauuu ... Kangeeen, you guys don't miss me?” Zellina started soak, a week off spelled out two weeks.

“Gak!!” andrea and Ren answered, together.

Zellina scowled, her lips twitching a few centi. But the face of the princes remains stunning, especially for the boys of responsibility of the school residents.

“Otok otok otok otok .. kangen dong Princes,” said Ren, both his hands clamped Zellina's cheeks with anxiety.

“Kangen beloonnya,” samber Andrea while running. Zellina thaws, wants to chase after Andrea but is held back by Ren.

“That's look, Si Andrehehanusa!” grouse Zellina.

“Biari only, it is indeed you it ...” Ren hesitated to continue his words.

“What?”

“Beautiful, Rich Rapunzel right.” Ren touched the cute bando in Zellina's hair.

Zellina winks. Her true nature is outgoing, spoiled, pretentious and sometimes flirtatious. Artists cetar is not so-so either. He confirmed the location of the bando that adorned his beautiful hair.

Actually Zellina is beautiful, commensurate with her pretentious nature Princes, and her vat who every day shuttle a private car because her father is one of the important officials in the company Pertamina, Pertamina, but his brain is a little less connected with the thoughts of others, so many men who illfeel after close to him.

Maybe because she's too innocent, so beloon impressed. Ah, but his friends don't blame it. Rich people are free, by the way not connected is also responded to continuously.

The three of them walked down the hallway of the Tri Angel school. All who were there in the sapa, were asked. Laughing is not because everything is told.

Many eyes saw them amused, some even slightly sneered, although many also liked and greeted them back, this thin mustache of course.

The three friends were quite popular in school, although popular because of their excitement, not their achievements. Even so, the sweetness of the three of them also secretly became a prima donna in the hearts of the students who became her upperclassmen. And someone was curious.

"Hi, Ndre!" sapa Yadi, a third-grader who plays basketball. Cute, tall, classy.

"Morning, sister," replied Andrea.

"Good learning again, everyone." Yadi looked at the three taking turns.

Yadi and Zellina's views collide. Makes Zellina blush and a little groggy. Yadi turned her eyes to Ren.

"Yes, thank you." Ren, Andrea, and Zellina passed by while elbowing each other. Yadi slammed the basketball back on the floor. Of the three he only knew with Andrea, because he had been together in basketball.

Arriving at the classroom atmosphere was crowded, all were upset after a week of not meeting. Staddy erratic. The usual view for their class.

Among her child-like friends, only Fany, who was silent. He was not bothered by the rowdy atmosphere that morning, engrossed himself in the corner reading Japanese comics.

Fany is so used to it, a solitary handyman, even likes to talk to herself. Igari makeup adorned her face. He is obsessed with Japan. Strange indeed, but still not too beautiful, even terrible.

Zainal, aka Zay, is being bullied, his head is being pulled by Akri and the gang for trying to get into their gang.

Zainal almost cried when Andrea and her friends came. Akri's gang stops after seeing Ren off his waist. Not out of fear, they just have to deal with girls. Akri signals his gang to leave. Ngebos.

"Where, boss?" ask Joni.

"Find the conch" Akri replied.

"Don't!" sergeant Zainal, waving. Disgust Andrea.

"Like me." Akri melengos, he dislikes soft guys like Zainal the most.

The other children were no less boisterous, no one was silent. There are playing vlogs, playing online games to tilt, which girls giggle bumpyin guys, who are hungry to eat, even someone is doing PR.

“Lu again what?” asked Andrea, astonished, just entered the school had recorded it, just studied it not yet.

“Ngeck PR," replied his friend.

“PR what? just study not yet." Andrea glanced at her friend's book. "Bakwan, risol, gelatin, oranges, .. would you like to go, you?"

"It's my PR for the school cafeteria."

Andrea tepok jidatnya, forget that his friend likes nitip snack in the canteen.

Andrea went to sit on her stool, which was on a row of edges attached to a window. I'm used to that kind of class. Their class is famous for the storm class, the residents are not willing to learn, so no one is smart. Teachers are teaching. From first class, they were compact so. Bizarrely.

Suddenly a loud clap was heard, Ren the class leader began to act.

“Friends, good morning, Good morning, Guten morgen. From today we will start learning again, begged for cooperation to continue to be good students and always obey the rules to be read this ..”.

But all no one hears, stick with their respective activities, stir up the class.

Ren koar himself read out the order of the class that every day also attached to the wall. Until he got frustrated himself.

“Lagian, you want to be designated as KM. Already know this class has been like a group of people kesambet,” said Andrea, when Ren approached her with a face to cry. In front of the class, no one responded.

“I'm not good with Ms. Anis. He said this class needs attention and tenderness, let my positive energy spread to all my friends here.” Ren took a heavy breath.

Andrea laughs. “Positive energy, which has your energy sucked in. Never mind, just entered already want mewek, santuy,” continued Andrea.

He looked out the window, seeing the calm hijacker in action.

Mr. Iwan was working in his rice field with some workers. This time the rice field is in the plowed stage, after some time left just after the harvest.

Pak Iwan is the owner of the rice field that is right on the edge of his school. Andrea's hometown is famous for its barns, so the government and the public still maintain rice fields for rice and rice production as the country's largest supplier.

For some reason in this modern era Mr. Iwan never wanted to plow his fields with a machine. He still uses his car to plow.

The man, who is known to have been a widower, looked up at the class, then waved his hand when he learned Andrea was watching him from behind the window.

Andrea waved her hand back with a smile then stood up to open the window and bent her head. “Spirit, Sir!” yelled Andrea, cheering.

Mr. Iwan gave his thumb a sign of agreement. The crowd sounded moaning, agreeing.

“Ciee, Andrea meet the hijacker.” Zellina who suddenly nodded along to open the other window.

“Pakdeee!! greetings from Andrea .… “ Only Zellina called Pak Iwan Pakde, he said Pak Iwan reminded him of Pakdenya in Java which has some big buffalo.

Mr. Iwan smiled, Andrea wanted to pinch Zellina's waist but her target was blurred while giggling.

"Not polite to parents!" Andrea muttered.

The announcement of the ceremony about to begin had rang from the loudspeakers, but no one had heard at all.

Jedarr!!

All heard when there was a thunderclap, a long jidar blow to the classroom door. Jidar who else if not the widow Bu Anis, their homeroom teacher, killer teacher with a cepol bun complete with a konde skewer that became his trademark.

Like a buffalo shuffled his nose, all of them flocked towards the ceremonial field followed by the sharp eyes of the homeroom teacher at the mouth of the door.

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