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7. Come the Fxck On

Fionns

"Good day, sir." I stood next to Mulyono who was busy checking something on her laptop.

Shxt. I did not expect that this kind of laptop still exists on the face of the earth. Supposedly the device as old and thick as that has entered the antique museum.

The math teacher who was famous for his patience in giving the lesson turned his head, and slowly looked up along my body.

Uh, high means.

Mr. Mul then opened the glasses perched at the base of his frugal nose. Thank God for still giving Mr. Mul a nose to breathe. "Yes, good afternoon. There is something I can help you with ... Fi-onn?"

Just hanging out here for a few minutes I've been made to shudder which is not very delicious many times by the middle-aged man in front of me. The first is because the laptop is poisoning the eyes. Second because, god damn it, I won't clarify it. And, the third because of this. That, which he just did. The way he recites my name, it's as if between Fi and Onn there's a space separating. Nothing. Nothing separates them.

My name is Fionn. Fion. Not Fi-yonn.

What the fxck?

Nope. Nope.

Come the fxck on, Fionn. Don't think about anything else. Just focus on the reason you came here in the first place. You gotta do what you gotta do, man.

Focus on the previous sentence. Is there anything I can help you with?

Yes, absolutely.

"I'd like to ask you a favor about my grades C, sir." I answered.

Mr. Mouth's forehead is crimped behind the glasses framed by the old-fashioned plot. "Which value, huh?"

"Lho's? How, can?"

Yes, where do I knowuu. However, darling. I can only say that in my heart. Because, if I really voice it, it could be my value is increasingly ambiguous.

In addition to being famous patient, Mr. Mulyono is also famous for his determination in rejecting gratification. In any form.

Between the bego and the saintly pretender is this one guy.

"I don't know either, sir. That's why I'm here to ask you, Father. I wish there was a way out that I could work to improve that value, sir."

Thank God Mr Mul listened to me carefully.

"Hm, look, sir. Actually I am interested in the selection of the Chairman of OSIS and you know for yourself that in one of the requirements stated the average value of the last report card must be more than eight point five. My average score is eight point four, sir. And I think maybe because there's a C in your subject. Therefore I want to talk about it with the Father if you don't mind."

Mr. Mul nodded his head in reverence. For a while he just nodded like an anxing toy doll on the dashboard of old people's cars.

Maybe the toy was in the blind car.

He was still doing that when I finished thinking about the stuffed toy.

Daamn. Mr. Mulyono, M. Dear PD, come the fxck ooon.

"OKAY. Let me think about it first, yeah."

Xxxxxxt.

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