My son, not my son

Chapter 33. Bloods

"Yeah..."

The students in the bathroom were screaming. Instantly all concentration was diverted to it. Because of their loud screams. Like the sound of a boy in general who is small and shrill.

Even their teachers also stormed the sudden crowd. In a matter of seconds, it was easy to gather those students and teachers in front of the student bathroom.

A male teacher, in a sports uniform approached those who were hysterical. He hugged the four of them.

"What's up, kid? Why are you yelling?" tanyanya gently.

The four students did not answer. They're still in shock. Even their sweat as big as corn soaked his face and forehead. They still seemed to be trembling with fear within them.

The male teacher, who is usually called Mr. B, hugs them back. He wanted to calm them down, give them the most comfortable space.

Slowly Mr. B took them out of that bathroom. But suddenly, one of the four disciples pulled a shirt by his body. Mr. B was astonished.

"What's up, son?" tanyanya. He still saw the student was frightened, the student whom Zai often called.

"Why, Zai?" ask mr. B.

"I-i-it, sir. It. " said Zai stammered. His feet were still trembling in fear.

Slowly, Zai's hand pointed towards the large mirror in the student's bathroom. Mr. B followed Zai's hand.

How surprised Mr. B was when he saw the blood in the mirror. Even the blood was in the form of writing.

"YOU'RE A BASTARD." Mr. B muttered reading the writing.

The age of Mr. B read it, immediately he brought the four students out of the bathroom. Then he reported it to the headmaster's mother who happened to also be present there.

Nawal who heard Mr. B told him a surprised. Nadim was beside him. Then suddenly Nawal remembered the mysterious box that he got at that time.

"What does it have to do with that," his inner wonder. Why attack the school?

"Why?" tanya Nadim pursed her lips. He didn't want anyone to notice their conversation.

"Don't tell me you hooked the mysterious box?" whispered Nadim again.

Nawal nodded in a broken voice and smiled faintly.

After listening to Mr. B's explanation, Ms. Novia the principal's mother called the security guard.

"Sattack sir!" call him in a blaring voice. He felt it took a long time to run to the security guard post or tell students to call the guard.

Back Bu Novia let out her shrill voice. And there came a young security guard, two men approached Bu Novia.

"What's up, Mom?" ask one of them. The name tag is Yetno Sudirman.

"What are your duties? Why doesn't anyone see anyone sneaking into this school?" asked Bu Novia with a raised voice.

"That's, Mom?" ask Yetno. The other security guard was silent. He wants to listen and understand what is happening.

"Try you to check that bathroom. Then give me your comment!" the Order of Bu Novia. He stared intently at Yetno and his companion. While other teachers calm the students. They brought disciples gathered in the hall away from the scene.

The two guards rushed into the bathroom. Checking everything that is suspicious.

"There's nothing" muttered Yetno.

"Eh uh, Yet, look at that mirror, "let's say another security guard, commonly called Boni.

"What, Bon?" ask Yetno curiously. He also looked where Boni was looking.

"Blood?" peekik Yetno's. "Who's blood is this? And who wrote this?" ask Yetno. He was shocked by the blood.

"This is our duty now, Yet. We need to find out. We have to get this case all the way to its roots."

"Ah, your style, Bon. Like a detective," Cerocos Yetno.

"Yes, it should be. If necessary, we must involve a good detective in this case. School period as good and as safe as this is something disturbing. Who is brave. Professionally," praised Boni as proud of himself.

"Disapply you. Many styles. Even kidding," said Yetno. He nicks Boni's head slowly.

"Think of what we should say to Novia. Fear even we are suspended because it is not becus guarding the school," he added while frowning.

"Look easy, bro. Miss Novia is good. Boni's heart," he said with a big smile. Imagine he was holding the hand of Bu Novia.

"Whoan you even ngehalu. Substantial... Remember, Miss Novia belongs to someone."

"Not yet" replied Boni quickly.

"Bu Novia is engaged, Bon. Where could Novia want to be with you. There's even ilfeel."

"Eh, Yet before the yellow janur curved, Miss Novia still does not belong to anyone. So Boni can still dong wish she had."

Boni is still fantasizing about dating Bu Novia, the headmaster where Nawal and Nadim studied.

"Wake, woy. It was noon. Don't keep dreaming!" peekik Yetno's. He was getting upset with his co-worker. He hurried to leave Boni thinking about what he would tell Bu Novia.

***

"Why else, bro. How much do you owe so much that it's a forehead?" Dante.

"Dizziness me, Dan."

"Why? Ah, you're complaining about his work. You should be grateful for a beautiful, kind wife, understanding and caring. I like to be envious of you."

"The problem isn't that, Dan."

"Lha continues?"

"Mama, Dante."

"Aunty? What's with aunt?"

"He kept hurting Ela. By suing the child and the child. Huh." Hanai took a rough breath.

"Yes just love. Print it out, easy, right?"

"Built cake?" grouse Hanai.

"That means you're lacking a gourmet," said Dante. "Udah check has not been between you and Ela. Who knows, one of you is not a tokcer," added Dante again.

Hanai fondles Dante's words. Only then did he realize that all this time he had not checked his health. Is there a problem or not. And he finally confirmed Dante's speech earlier.

Hanai's thoughts were fixed on Ela. Given that Ela is often blamed by her mother, by not presenting a grandchild for her. He felt guilty and sorry for his wife. He regretted never knowing when Ela checked his health condition.

Where Hanai has always preferred to be busy with the campus and its students and students.

"Where are you going?" peekik Dante's. He scrunched his forehead, astonished to see Hanai leaving without regard to himself.

"It's a habit. People without a trace. Always has. I'd like to see his wife. It's so cute that I'm single," muttered Dante grumbling.