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8. Don't Play with the Haas Family

Fionns

"OKAY. Think about how, yeah." Mr. Mul then straightened his body again facing the early generation laptop.

Okay, then. I also returned to the waiting position.

And waited.

Keep waiting.

What's taking him so long to think?

I'm back waiting.

Okay. Think about how, yes.

When Mr. Mul said that, I thought I just had to stand a few more minutes to wait there while his watered-down brain was processing the data and producing a way out of the situation I was in right now. I thought that by saying so, he indirectly told me to wait for a while. I think he'll sort out my situation soon.

But, what the fxck?!

Honestly, I really think that the father will give the solution right now. So, you can imagine, dong, how surprised I was when Mr. Mulyono glanced at me with raised eyebrows, as if he was astonished to find me with his moron still standing beside his chair. "Why are you still here, Yon?"

Du scheisst mich an! You're pointing me.

You were just kidding, weren't you, sir? You just fucked me, didn't you, Mulyono? You just ngetes me, don't you, Mulyonoo? MULYONOOOO?!

I want to feel like I'm crashing the tables in the teacher room that most of the owners are in their respective classes. I want to throw what is in my hand range, especially the laptop and the ugly old man who has played me this.

I felt my chest narrow, making my heart beat faster. My breath was short as well. My nose is swollen because of it. Although my blood is boiling, but my fist is locked, it cannot be opened and closed again like before. Now my fists are frozen, ready to be removed so that they can create damage that is quite impactful somewhere.

The number one spot on my target list is Mr. Mulyono's face.

I saw Mr. Mul clenching towards my hand which was grasping very, very, very tightly and vibrating. Looks like that old fucker knows what's on my mind because he said, "Calm down, calm down first. Please sit down first" he said in a still calm voice, as calm as the surface of the lake water on a windless, rainy day. No one disturbed the existence of that vast puddle of water.

However, nothing could penetrate my brain that was already filled with emotions. "No, I'm just standing here." I myself was surprised because I was still able to control myself and answered the really late man, which was too late, even with teeth tightly clenched and felt like it would turn into flour because so hard I clenched my jaw.

"Fionn, sit down first." This time the ugly old man's voice became even more resolute. He lifted up on the chair behind me. A chair from the uninhabited teacher's desk.

I had to obey. Fxck. However, my annoyance still cannot be aggravated. The chair I pulled closer by hooking my foot to the front foot of the bench from the iron made a loud sound when swiping the tile floor.

Mr. Mul did not make any comment.

Goodgood. Good choice's.

After I sat down and this made our position face to face, some time passed with us just keeping quiet and looking at each other. Mr. Mul's smart-looking eyes, looking at my whole face like he was scanning whatever information he could get. As for me, the gaze that gye gave to this man was a pure sense of anger in my heart.

"Let's talk about this."

Quickly I interrupted the free sentence. "I've been discussing this issue since, sir. You are wasting my precious time thinking for a long time. You should now be able to present a solution to the situation I am facing. It's a simple matter, sir. It doesn't require research and all sorts of things!"

Mr. Mulyono looked at me for a moment before exhaling a long breath and nodding. "OK, okay. I'm sorry."

I then laughed. "Come on, sir. I don't want to beat around the bush. I want to find a way out, as soon as possible."

The gaze of the man who was now leaning forward and swiping his elbow over both his thighs long ago made me feel uncomfortable as well. What the hell is wrong with him?

After being silent for a while, he began to nod and re-enforce himself. "You got a lot of friends?"

What the fxck? "I mean Father? What does the number of my friends have to do with my value, sir?"

"For the Father, there is a relationship between the two," Mr. Mul said. "Here you go, just answer my question. You have a lot of friends, don't you?"

Come the fxck. What kind of question is this? "Of course, sir. I have many friends, many even. In case you forgot, I'm a Haas, sir." One corner of my lips was pulled upwards. "Everyone wants to be a friend of the Haas family."

Unlike the previous, now Mr. Mul is busy shaking his head. "Are you sure they're all real?"

Mr. Mul's question just made me a little offended. "Sir, I don't want to answer your questions anymore." Now it's my turn to lean my body forward. I can easily enter and disturb Mr. Mul's personal space with the closeness of our faces. "I want a solution for my grades, sir. I-ka-rang." I growled.

Many will denounce my disrespectful attitude toward people much older than me. Moreover, he was one of the most respected teachers in the school. However, I don't care. He's the one who's discussing weird things that don't concern himself with school affairs at all. He offended me and made me offensive first. He challenged me.

So, he should be responsible for the consequences of his own attitude.

After all, who would dare to harass us Haas, hm?

He himself who seeks death is his name.

Mr. Mul went back to doing that again; watched me carefully for some time, exhaled, and nodded.

Blaley. Only fifteen minutes here I have started to memorize with his body language.

"Okay" he said in Kalakian. "If it wants you, fine." The man spun on his chair and reached out to a large and quite thick book. "This is a collection of questions you've been making for the past year for the second grade. If you still have your notes, all the answers will be there. You just have to make the key to the answer to these questions. Type, put it all together, and the volume so that the book is exactly with this book. Create a front cover and title Key Answer About Material Class XI. Youunderstand?"

That's so fxcking easy. "Done up!" I took the book from Mr. Mul's hand.

"OKAY. You must collect it on the fifteenth."

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