New School Terror

New Signs

"Still young a lot of mind look noh hair no gray a seed."

The words of Surya who was sitting on the table facing Jefri were not just sentences.

There really is gray. Surya even pulled out the white hair and showed it to Jefri.

"Now!"

Jefri put away Surya's hand while staring cynically.

"You want my hair white, red, yellow, ijo- "

"In the blue sky?" sambar Surya joking.

"That's a song."

"Kan lo who started," said Surya.

"Gue can ngandelin lo not approximately .." lirih Jefri want to ask for help. "Later to meet here at eight o'clock can not?"

"Aren't you going home from school hanging out?"

"We don't want to hang out."

"Continue?"

"You want to?" insist Jefri do not want long pleasantries.

"OKAY. Mr. Ilman oh Mr. Ilman ... Why don't you go in. Your student ... Your student ... It's been a long wait .." Surya Iring uses Bang Toyib's song.

Mr. Ilman often goes to class this week. The main reason is the lazy to teach smart students.

Most of them when described the material or given more focus on playing. There's just.

One day Mr. Ilman raised his hand when they were working on the matter while live on social media.

Class 11G is the noisiest and most keos in his subjects.

Surya told Jefri once. At the time of the first-class report card division, on the page after the student's grade there is a column of notes from the teacher to the student and then below the column of student records for the teacher.

The goal is to fill each other's shortcomings in order to create good continuity.

But the content made Mr. Ilman ask for a class mutation to the Headmaster.

'Don't get a lot of blur, sleepy'.

'Little punishment. Students need entertainment, sir!"

'Explanation is good, but not tired nyerocos hourly, sir? I am not kepo. I am the same father. Next time, you don't need details. We are born smart. Good job, Mr Ilman!'

'The given matter is too easy'.

There's a lot more. At that time they did not dare to talk frontally like now because Mr. Ilman was the new homeroom teacher for a year.

Miraculously, he became their homeroom teacher again. Yes, they added ceplas-ceplos and consider the relationship already like a friend, although there are still limits.

Now Mr. Ilman Legowo, accept the chest in the business of work.

If it has not been in over time there is usually a call directly to the office or canteen where the young teachers tongkrongan.

Mahen appointed his turn. He had already done his duty and returned to class while tidying up the uniform collar and walking the challengers towards the table of Surya and Jefri.

"Gosh ..." Seeing Mahen's style almost made Surya slap his face.

"Lo was both called Mr. Ilman" Mahen reflected on the corner window as he combed his hair.

Jefri drag arm Surya. "Miss."

"That teacher has the same grudge every time I tell him to come to the office?"

"Don't ask."

Surya resigned pulled like a puppy. "He should have gone to class. Akh, I'm the nyamperin."

Mr. Ilman saw the reflection of the arrival of two beloved disciples from the glass sitting at the table.

The teacher's chair rolled towards them before arriving. "Make it too."

Surya raised his left hand to mean no need to be pretentious to welcome, just say what he wants.

"Stupid?" sahut Surya sighed harshly.

"More precisely permission," said Mr. Ilman.

Mr. Adit's desk behind Mr. Ilman also heard how friendly their conversation was.

"Pak Ilman's days must have been colored to have extraordinary students," he said rather slowly.

Mr. Ilman searched for files that had been cliped according to the number of students.

They looked back giving a less liking look.

"Many people look forward but their ears in different directions" Surya said.

"Teacher lo too, njir." Sejulid-julid Jefri only dared to fight to the teacher.

How brave is Surya.

"That's why people who pursue one goal sometimes stumble, slip, or turn around."

"Curried." Jefri just wants to disappear.

Mr. Adit responded with a smile. "Good team."

"I quipped," said Surya.

Mr. Ilman gave the files to Jefri. "Tell it to the others."

"Okay, sir." Jefri turned around but still found Surya silently staring at Mr. Adit.

"If you don't like it don't look too good." Jefri kicked Surya's leg slowly.

"Jepri, what are the characteristics of hypocrites?"

"Lo thinks now the religious lesson is so?"

"It's usually hard to see people happy, happy to see people hard."

"That's not envious?" mr. Ilman felt like he had heard that phrase.

"They're lies. Make promises but deny. Trusted but betrayed," Jefri explained. "Reverse now!"

The file in his hand is a lot. Surya has not completely overcome the hostility with Mr. Adit.

"The "persis inherent in our beloved teacher. We once believed and made promises but dismantled them ourselves. Lying."

Mr. Adit's smile slowly disappeared. Replace Surya grinned feeling he won.

"Let's go," said Surya.

Could-can just play away after humiliating Jefri as well.

"Lo face!" Then, it must be Jefri who apologizes. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Hm, no problem."

Jefri smiled one last time before turning back and calling the accuser was whistling in the corridor.

"Surya!"

"What the hell? The mood is happy."

Surya's whistles sounded again in the same tone.

Jefri unconsciously recalled far back.

"It's ..."

Before Johan, Hadi, and Indri were killed ... Just when they were possessed by Jefri's incense heard a whistling sound.

Surya turned his body then smiled telling Jefri to walk quickly.

"Stop everything. Scribbles!"

Jefri is a natural deja vu. "It's the same thing."