My Secret Bodyguard's

My Secret Bodyguard's
Section 42 Second Time Sowan



The school field is filled with students who will follow the prayer together.


Andrea saw Fany standing in front of the library door. He took Ren's hand to meet Fany first.


Fany was surprised to see the arrival of two classmates.


“Why is it still here? You afraid of overheating?” ask Andrea. “Or, friend Lu ran away scared?” continued.


Ren also looked at Fany full of probing. Fany stepped away.


“Better you repent, Fan. It is not good to be friends with such evil creatures,” Ren said.


Fany stopped her steps, then turned around with a gurgle. “Keep what difference, same him?” Fany pointed to Andrea.


“Eh, I'm different yes, my guard is good, unlike your bodyguard,” said Andrea.


Fany smiled cynically. “There is a good genie. Everyone also has a mission, and the mission is the same, evil.” He turned around again and continued his stiff steps being dragged around.


Andrea is getting furious.


Ren was silent, confused as to how, as he himself could not see who Fany and Andrea were talking about.


“Basic of lethargic face!” furious Andrea.


“Si Fany wear makeup ala byojaku yes?” ask Ren.


Andrea shrugged her shoulders. “That's called byojaku?”


“According to what I read anyway yes, Japanese makeup that resembles a sick person, five L.”


“Mau byojaku, want Mbok jamu, bodo very,” said Andrea, he walked towards the field.


The loudspeakers returned like they were squealing in the air. The members of the OSIS hand out prayer books.


“Ngga all snack, Brother?” ask Akri.


“You think this is emak-emak? There must be consumption,” replied the OSIS officer.


Joni elbowed the frowning Akri.


“Lapar,” whispered Akri.


For almost an hour the school echoed by students who taught and prayed together.


*


“After this accompany me to Bu Raisa yes, Ndre.” Ren took Andrea's hand into the classroom.


“You what?” ask Andrea.


“Ck, you want us not to learn maths? I'll hand you a statement yesterday, I've revised it at home.”


“Not the kids on yet had time to sign?”


“Nothing time, let me be in charge.”


“You sure? Children are hard to manage. Later even complicate yourself.”


“How to? When I had to be quiet, there were teachers who went on strike teaching like that. If necessary, I compensate the children, let them be quiet first time to study.” Ren walked towards his seat.


“What compensation do you give? Style kayak son conglomerate only.” Andrea follows.


“Candy feet,” sahut Ren.


“You think our unique friends are kindergartens? Can be silent same as candy feet.”


“I just have to do something, Ndre, don't shut up.”


“Sit down first, we have a discussion first.” Andrea told Ren to sit next to her.


“I was thinking something. How about we go back to persuade Ms. Anis.”


“Ck ...” Ren looked away while clapping. He took a statement in his bag.


“Hear first!” exclaim Andrea. “This time we involve Mr. Iwan.”


“Do not mess around, Ndre!”


“Ngga, only one kind. Mr. Iwan fell in love with Bu Anis, and Bu Anis should know that.”


“Then you know?”


“Bu Anis is curious, he will come again to this school.”


“If you are not curious?”


“We have not been desperate. Yes try to be curious.” Andrea looked at Ren.


Ren fell silent. His best friend often has silly ideas, and it makes no sense. He finally tried to agree.


"Alright, but don't involve the others, just the two of us.”


“That's what I want, let the kids not need to know, later even complicated. Mumpung no Zellina too, now we leave for the house of Bu Anis.”


“This how?” Ren held up a statement paper for Ms. Raisa.


“Save it first.” Andrea stand. “Come, Ren! Mumpung Pak Bayu is also absent, after this is a math lesson, Ms. Raisa will not come.”


Ren followed Andrea. They leave the class to Salsa and Rani.


At the picket table the two were interrogated first by the picket teacher, then finally given an exit permit after one of the teachers contacted Bu Anis to ask permission for his students to visit his home.


“After from home Bu Anis directly back to school!” teacher picket said.


Ren and Andrea head straight for the school gate and stop the angkot.


“No Pecel, we languish yes,” lamented Ren.


“Manja ... Ride angkot just languish, I almost every day fun-filled.”


“Why we did not invite Kak Yadi just earlier,” said Ren again.


“Have already, Ren. Do not look for disease. The friendship of the three of us is ruined because of him.”


“Iya anyway, whereas Kak Yadi does not belong to anyone, the Pecelnya just complicated.”


Andrea was silent, she was sure Ren had not known that Yadi was trying to get close to her.


Andrea will not tell Ren about it, in order to maintain the integrity of their friendship. From his tone of speech, he was sure Ren was still hoping for the guy.


Andrea was going to try to bring Ren closer with a Bite, so that he could forget about Yadi. But somehow his heart was not willing.


There was something radiating in his chest when recalling the Bite, making his heart flutter uncontrollably.


Meanwhile, at Zellina's house there is a discussion between Zellina and the employees at her house.


“Just Mbak Nuri should be able to do it.” Zellina looked at the housekeeper of her parents' trust. Sufficient parable**** nodded.


"Good, Non. Why are they?" ask Nuri.


"Mbak Nuri did not have to ask a lot, anyway I want them to get into trouble at school. Point." Zellina clenched her feet.


“Non Zel not so, they are friends Non since entering SMU.” Mr. Supri spoke.


“Pak Supri still want to work here?”


“Still, Non.” Mr. Supri is down.


“Do not set me!”


“Good, Non!” replied Mr. Supri again.


Nuri gestured for Mr. Supri to pass from the room.


Zellina stared at the swimming pool from behind the glass while holding her favorite softdrink. Threshed the device on the nightstand.


“Nobody can beat Zellina Widya Wijaya. Including you two-faced,” muttered with a sour face.


**


Ren and Andrea were immediately greeted by Ms. Anis who had known about their arrival.


Andrea is disappointed not to find Bu Anis's conde skewer, as Bu Anis's hair is unbonded. If anything, he's gonna drug Lyla, Dale's crush.


“What do you want to drink?” Ms. Anis invited her former students to sit down.


“Thank you, ma'am, we were just for a minute,” replied Ren and Andrea in unison.


“It's okay, then water only yes, let not long.”


Ms. Anis called her housekeeper to bring her a drink, then sat down while holding her cat.


“What else is it?” ma'am Anis asked, looking at Ren and Andrea alternately.


Ren kept the certificate out of the picket teacher on the table. “ This is our permission letter here, Bu.”


“Yes, I already know. All I want to know is what are you guys here for again? Substitute teacher not yet in?”


“Already, Mom, her name is Bu Raisa. But he does not want to teach in our class,” said Ren.


“Why?” ask Ms. Anis.


“She was impatient with the behavior of friends,” said Ren. He looked down, followed by Andrea.


“Then from that, we asked Mom to teach us again. We need once a respected Mother figure.” Andrea spoke up.


Ms. Anis took a deep breath, then threw it away slowly. “You guys, it can't change. I actually love you all. You are my priority to make educated children. That's why I've always been strict. But, sorry, I can not fulfill your wishes, I have decided to stop, and this week must return to Java.”


Ren and Andrea looked at. “Why, Mom?” ask Ren. They saw that Ms. Anis was fine.


“I will be treated there, here it does not produce anything. My strange illness can only be cured if I meet my great-grandfather in Java.”


“Bu Anis still has greatness?” ask Andrea.


Miss Anis nodded. “There, he was already so old. Can't if I have to come here, so I have to go back there.”


“How long, Bu?”


“Maybe forever.”


Andrea and Ren were stunned.


“Jadi ...” Ren stopped his words.


“So, I can't go back to teaching.”


Andrea said, she gathered the courage to talk. "We are very concerned about my mother's illness. But we want Mom to come back here again, if Mom can't come back for us, at least I can think about it again for ... Mr. Iwan.” Andrea finally launched the action.


Miss Anis scrunched her forehead. “Pak Iwan?”


seriated


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