My Uncle's Hot Bed
Chapter 31. Hate or like?
Ciara replied with a nod, then the three little girls hugged each other there and also rubbed each other's bodies to give warmth. They continued so until suddenly a young man dressed neatly entered the classroom and said hello.
"Good morning everyone!" immediately the entire class immediately looked at the man who was walking and sitting in the teacher's place.
"Huh? Why do people come in here and sit in the teacher's chair?" astonished Anin with glaring eyes.
"You're so weird, who tried him anyway? What's he doing to our class and sit there?" cleo who was also confused.
"Don't know, but I think I know the same guy," said Ciara.
Cleo and Anin turned to look at Ciara's face, even Anin pulled the girl's face towards her and asked who the man in front was.
"Who is Ciara?" ask Anin.
"Ish, this is just my guess. But, he was like a guy that I met at that time in an online dating application. Seriusan deh looks a lot like, if not the wrong name.." Ciara's speech stopped because the man in front of them got up from his seat.
"Hello everyone, introduce me to the new intern teacher at this school! My name is Christianson Terry, you can call me Terry or Mr Terry!" said the man introduced himself.
"Well yes, that's his name. Now I'm sure he's the one!" ciara.
"Seriously lu Ciara? Means the guy who ever ngedate same you dong?" ask Cleo.
Ciara nodded quickly, "Yes right, uh but not to ngedate either. Because he suddenly dodged me and left me that way," he replied.
"Well, is that it? So strange!" wonder Anin.
"Ehem!" suddenly Terry cleared his throat reprimanding the three girls, and without realizing Terry had been near them so the three were surprised instead of playing.
"Eh, Terry, why are you here? The feeling was still ahead" Anin said.
"I should ask you, why are you three sitting like this? You don't see what other sitting position?" scold Terry.
"Oh yes sir, this is it.." Anin was nervous about explaining it.
"Already, you guys go back to your seats because the lesson is about to begin!" terry's orders.
"But sir, what lesson did you teach me?" ask Cleo.
"I'm a physics teacher, so I'm going to teach that lesson" Terry replied.
"Wow, it's difficult dong pak early in the morning already studied physics!" moaning Cleo.
"Yes that's what I teach here, let's quickly return to their respective places!" terry said firmly.
"I-i-iya sir," Cleo and Anin immediately got up and moved to their seats.
Terry was still there, he looked at Ciara's face who was also looking at him from a serious sitting position. Terry knew very well that the girl was Ciara who he had met through an online dating application, he still did not expect to be able to meet the girl there.
"Hey, why are you thinking about me like that? A crush?" ask Terry.
Ciara immediately scrunched her forehead, "But no sir I'm just curious," he seemed.
"Jude, you read our lesson today and don't talk!" said Terry.
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When the break arrived, Ciara with Cleo and Anin immediately went outside the classroom intending to go to the cafeteria. However, the two friends seemed suspicious to see Ciara who continued to daydream throughout the class until now. They ask questions and find out what happened.
"Ciara, you actually why the hell? Daritadi we pay attention to how do you continue to kayak that? What are you thinking about?" ask Anin curiously.
"Umm, I just don't believe it if it turns out the guy I met in the online dating application even became my teacher now. Seriously, I was shocked" replied Ciara.
"Well because of that, why Ciara? You're still the same guy?" wonder Anin.
"Oh yes, no! Yakali I like the same model guy so, who have not met aja already inferior first," Ciara sneered.
"You sure you don't like him? But, how do you think he kept on?" cleo Goda.
"What the hell are you guys? Since when have I looked at him? I just wonder why he can teach here, the feeling I look around he does not deserve to be a teacher," said Ciara.
Anin and Cleo just looked at each other with a faint smile, making Ciara feel annoyed and then reprimanded the two friends.
"God! Why are you guys like that?" ciara Sentak.
"No, we're just wondering about you Ciara. Though obviously you knew earlier you were looking at Mr. Terry so much, uh still just cringe. I should have done it all the time!" Cleo.
"Cleo, you should be told how many times? I don't care about him!" pissed Ciara.
"Yes yes, not in that fight! We will go to the cafeteria to eat, not even fight," said Anin mediated.
Ciara rolled her eyeballs while sighing, she who was upset finally chose to go first and took a quick step. When Anin and Cleo were surprised and tried to pursue their spirit, she quickly stepped Ciara until she did not focus forward and even hit someone's body in front of her.
Bruuukkk
"Awh!!" Ciara shrieked in pain as her body collided with a man larger than her.
"Huh Ciara?" the man was surprised and approached Ciara who was lying on the floor.
The man extended his hand towards Ciara, but was only met with a cynical look from the girl's eyes. It seemed that Ciara was very upset over the incident just now, even though it all happened because of her walking without looking forward. Ciara got up on her own without the help of the man.
"You're Ciara's gapapa? Is there a wound? If there is, let me help you to the UKS," the man bargained.
"Gausah sir," looked up at Ciara while cleaning her slightly dirty skirt after falling earlier.
Sure enough that just collided with Ciara was Terry, an intern at the school who is also a former online dating guy that Ciara had met before. Therefore, Ciara was still a bit awkward when looking directly at Terry there.
"You are why Ciara? Is there something wrong with me? How do you not like to meet me?" ask Terry at the point.
Ciara was only silent still with her face turned away from Terry, she did not dare to look at the man's face because of the atmosphere of his heart that continued to beat violently. I don't know what Ciara is feeling right now, she is also confused whether she hates the man or likes him.
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