My Secret Bodyguard's
Section 45 Undergo Penalty
On a clear morning, Andrea hugged her mother as soon as she got off the bike.
“Happy work, Mom, don't forget lunch.”
“Tumben very, you are sweet this morning.”
Andrea smiled. “I'll be sweet from a long time ago, Mom, same kid himself forgot.”
“Yes yes, Mother yesterday forgot who you are whose child?”
“Iiih, Ibuuu.”
“Removed, really asem like laundry a week.”
“Cucian a week bacin times, Bu.”
“If you were Lee Min Ho's girlfriend, then, it would be bacin.”
“That's bucin.”
“It's ah, there go in! Later mishap.”
Once again Andrea hugged her mother, ignoring the students who happened to see her.
The sadness that befell Ren has made him realize that his mother is everything in this world. She wanted her mother to keep smiling, at all costs.
Having a stepfather is also okay, the important thing is that his mother is happy. She has also assigned Dale to always keep her mother in the office.
Andrea instantly mingled with the others entering the gate.
“Child Kindergarten,” exciting Salsa who happens to be both in.
Andrea glares. “Biarin.”
“You guys yesterday to where? Picket teacher up to ask class.”
“oya? Yesterday we ..”.
“Ndre, Sa!” Ren called him from the picket table. Andrea and Salsa approached.
“What's first?” ask Andrea.
“Mau reported yesterday.”
“Yes, you should report, before yesterday's permission report was given to the principal.” Salsa gave me advice.
“Yesterday there was no commotion, right, Sa?” ask Ren.
Salsa. “Nothing, it's just that Mr. Haris is looking for you after the break to two.”
Ren scratching hijab.
Miss Raisa came, looked at them, and sat down.
“Morning, Mom,” greet them.
“Morning,” sahut Bu Raisa. Jutek. They might not have to seduce him anymore to return to teaching.
“Mother picket today?” ask Ren.
“Iya, what's up?”
“Euhh, I want to submit a road letter yesterday.”
Miss Raisa checked Ren's road letter. “Indeed for two days?”
Ren and Andrea looked down.
“I have no business with permission yesterday, you guys are responsible with picket teacher yesterday.” Ma'am Raisa doesn't pay attention to them.
Ren and Andrea looked at each other.
“Good, Mom, thank you.” Ren took his road letter again slowly.
He invites Andrea and Salsa to leave the picket table. Ms. Raisa still does not want to be invited to compromise.
“Now, the report may already be in the Kepsek.” room Andrea misuh-misuh.
They entered the class in confusion.
That morning the class was crowded as usual, the victim of mass possession was back in.
Including Zainal who is playing guessing BTS members with Joni.
“Come guess anyone, Jon?” ask Zainal.
“Jimin,” guess Joni, while scraping ears.
“Jun Hyuk.” Zainal.
“Lah, said member BTS.” Joni windy.
“Jun Hyuk is also Korean.”
“Iya, but not BTS.”
“BTS what the hell is it?” ask Zainal.
“Crossword puzzles, oon.”
“Ah you are writing, it's TTS.”
That's how they talk, all I want, from mangap and sound. Adding noise.
Zellina was engrossed in her dress. Still not caring about his two best friends.
Mr. Haris comes in, the kids are sitting down.
“Today you read the Writing Fiction chapter. Practice according to his orders. Ren and Andrea are coming to the office!”
Mr. Haris came out ahead. The children looked at Ren and Andrea.
“You learned truant, ni yee.” Joni chuckles.
Ren scrunched his forehead. “We didn't skip yesterday,” said.
“Lahh, where to go? Sleeping or immediately making a rujak with Bu Anis? Don't go directly to booking Om Om.” Akri chimed in with a laugh.
“Hehh! Keep your mouth shut!” scream Andrea.
“Uunchh, don't get mad baby! If Brother's mouth on the fence later jontor,” Joni's lead again.
Akri's gang laughs again, followed by his classmates, laughter that makes the ears hot Andrea and Ren.
“Already, do not serve them, we leave, Mr. Haris waiting.” Ren clapped Andrea's hand.
Zellina took a quick glance at them, there was a sunbing from her lips. He looked towards Fany, both of them smiling smugly triumphantly.
Class noisily again, the task of Mr. Haris is only a few people who work, most return like children with autism. The corner demon must be getting happier his mission is succeeding.
Meanwhile in the teacher's office, Andrea and Ren are trying to explain what happened yesterday.
“Then it happens, why not contact the picket teacher first, you have a hold of mobile.”
“Sorry, yesterday I panicked, did not have time to think much.”
“Euuhh, no, Sir.”
“Continue, panic follow?” Andrea fell silent. “You know for yourself, this school is the strictest attendance problem. Students with absent truant once immediately given a hard warning.”
“But we didn't skip, Sir.”
“You pleaded with the picket teacher, asking for permission to the house of Bu Anis with the aim of discussing something important. Then don't come back until lesson time is over, right?”
“Iya's right, Sir.”
“It wasn't truant? Keep you guys discussing what? Just so you know, the picket teacher called Ms. Anis before the first break. He said you have come home, and said that your purpose in coming to his house is not clear.” Mr. Haris is breaking the table.
The teacher there was surprised.
"I don't think, a class leader, the most reliable student to organize his classmates turned out to be able to do that. It's worth your class is very unregulable.”
Mr. Haris sat down, twitching his head, while looking at the lowered Ren and Andrea.
“Pak Haris keep tension, Sir!” said Ms. Komala. “Have left it to the principal,” he continued.
“Thank you, Mom Kom, already reminded. Indeed I now so often dizzy since holding this class, have I been exposed to high blood huh?” lamented Mr. Haris.
“That's patient yes, sir,” said Ms. Komala.
“Im sorry, Sir. If my panic yesterday made you dizzy and tension goes up. I am willing to be sanctioned by anything. But I beg you, not to sanction Andrea, she just accompanied me.” Ren speaking.
Andrea glanced at Ren. “Ngga, Sir, I was also wrong.”
“That's enough! Don't even defend each other like that. This time I only give a warning, next time, if it repeats, it is your parents that we will invite here.”
“Good, Sir,” replied Andrea.
“As a homeroom Guardian, I will not submit this report to the principal, but remember, just for this time. If it happens again, I do not want to defend you again.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Now clean the toilet, during my lesson.”
Andrea and Ren went to the toilet, accompanied by the gaze of the teachers who were still in the office.
“Sorry yes, Ndre, you are sanctioned.” Ren started mopping the toilet floor.
“Ngga nothing, Ren. We're facing this together. For example you are punished alone I will definitely help.”
“On the night my dad came home, he said stop by the clinic, and Mama has started to change.”
“Change how, Ren?” Andrea stopped her action of wiping the mirror.
“My mother can already smile to Papa.”
“Alhamdulillah, that's great news.”
“Yes, my papa is crying. Me too, so happy.”
“But not a story about him right?” Andrea crossed her index finger over her lips.
“Ngga, lah.”
“Good, enough we both know.”
“Hehh! If the right work, even bumping,” exclamation someone.
The beautiful upperclassman and his two friends were leaning against the toilet door. “Quite right, it turns out you guys. Already concurrently OG now?”
Both of his friends giggled.
Ren and Andrea stop their work, let them in and accidentally litter the floor again.
“Patience, Ndre!” whispered Ren, when he saw Andrea was upset.
It turned out that their frustration did not get there, after a while many twelve-year-old students entered to change into sports clothes.
“Sabar, Ren,” Reply Andrea.
Once deserted, they clean the toilet again responsibly.
They returned to class with a shabby face.
“Rodi work, Em?” ask Akri. “Everything if truant invite-tax, let many help when it comes to kosrek WC,” he continued.
Ren approached. His classmates were noisily heated up, as if happy if there was a commotion. Everyone knows Ren is a karate.
"Bush, Ren!"
"Show me your black belt!"
"Kick! Kick it!"
"Sledings!"
"God! You think they're gonna play ball?"
Ren paid no heed to the screams of his friends. “Lu want to be a bucket huh?” tanyakanya. Highlight his eyes full of probes to Akri.
“Again, pan,” Akri said.
“Lu yesterday call my number?”
“Waduhh, I'm not Om Om ...” Akri answered while laughing.
Making Ren furious, he kicked Akri's desk. “Jawab!” his yell.
Akri. “Lu why the hell?”
“Gue asked, Lu called me right? Because here, only you know the condition of my mama.”
Akri scrunched his forehead. “Why with Aunt Aini?”
“Ren, already!” Andrea pulled Ren's hand. He did not want his friends to be curious. “Pak Bayu is coming soon,” whispered.
Ren looked at Akri sharply, then returned to his seat with a face still irritated.
“Why mother?”
“Bos knows Ren's mother?”
Akri does not answer the questions of his friends, he approaches Ren.
“Why aunt Aini?” ask Akri again.
“Already, Kri, not the time to ask continues.” Andrea pleads with Akri, meaning let Ren calm down first.
"Gue should know, Ndre. He's my aunt."
"He's fine" said Andrea. He pushed Akri's chest, in order to return to his seat. Andrea also just found out Ren and Akri's cousin. Deserving martial arts and bullying continued in Zainal, he thought.
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