Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

9. Deal

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The date fifteen?! Is he flipping kidding me?!

"Fifteen, sir? Sir, that, right .. ten more days including today!" I'm flabbergasted. What the fxck is going on this fxcking old man, huh? He thinks I can do thousands of things in ten days? He thinks I have nothing else to do but copy these useless numbers?

"Sir, you're kidding me, right? How can I possibly finish all this in ten days, sir?" protest me again.

"But, did you want a solution for your grades right now? When I show you the way out, you just complain." Mr. Mul shook his head, turned his chair back to face the damn laptop again.

Seriously? I really wanted to throw a gadget that might be as old as the owner into a hellhole.

Fxck!

"Yes, I can't do that either, dong, sir. You also have to think about giving assignments to students. Thousands of questions to be done in ten days? Just crazy!" I continued my repetition.

The patient man now clicked the mouse to work on his portable computer screen. With his gaze still glued to the screen, Mr. Mul asked casually, "Who are you saying crazy, hm?"

"Yes, you are the Father!" Immediately I called out. "Who else? There was no teacher in the room other than my father. No teacher would dare to give his students thousands of problems to solve in such a short time." Then I again leaned forward and put on a seius look and used a lower intonation than I had used. "And, most importantly, there has never been a single teacher who made it difficult for me because they didn't want to deal with me. They don't want to be on my family blacklist, sir."

"You're threatening me?" This fucking Mr. Mul asked again. But what makes me even more upset is that in the question there is not the slightest fear. He didn't flinch at booing a Haas and that's what makes my brain hotter.

What the fxck is wrong with this fxcking old fart? Did he not realize who he was talking to?

I pull my body back again until it rests on the back of the chair. I crossed my arms in front of my chest. My right leg wrapped in plaid trousers of light blue and white color that became the uniform of the Taruna Nusantara High School perched on the thigh of my left leg. "Hm, no, sir. How dare I threaten a teacher. I just ... reminded," I explained as I spread my shoulders.

I'm getting the attention of Mr. Mul again. "Alright," he said in Kalakian. "I'll remember that."

"Good, good. That's good." I nodded.

"But, you also remember, right, that you need my grades?"

"However, why are you acting like this? Threaten me with your money and family position." This time Mr. Mul shook his head. "I know the Haas family is the most distinguished family in the city. I even knew who Monalisa Haas was long before she married your father. We went to the same school in High School.

While continuing to look at the laptop screen with his hands now folded in front of his chest, Mr. Mul continued. "And looking at you now, reminds me of her old self. You know, Mona, your mother, is a good, smart, beautiful girl. However, this does not make her a popular girl. You know because of what? Because he's not rich."

What, what is this old man talking about? Why is he suddenly talking about my parents? What does it have to do with me and my interests now with him? Goddamnit!

My blood is clearly starting to bubble, again. Maybe he was thinking about rambling. I don't need all this shit. I just need my grades!

I leaned my body forward, again. I don't know how many times it's been. Although now Mr. Mulyono the teacher is a lot of talk that is not looking at me, he is still staring at the screen of his laptop (no wonder he had to use glasses that thick in order to see properly, he was still staring at the screen of his laptop (no wonder he had to use glasses that thick in order to see properly, daydreaming his eyes still staring at the screen), my mouth was close enough to the ears that clearly did not catch my words earlier.

"Love me his duty, sir. This time the fxcking is realistic. Don't bullshxt the way you got me earlier. Hear you? If you still want to mess with me, I can make sure you will regret it later." I growled.

Fxck. If I hadn't thought of the CCTV footage, I would have gone completely berserk here. However, yeah. I don't want to deal with bokap or nyokap me about evidence.

I saw Mr. Mul pick something up in his desk drawer. Soon he put another book on top of the one I threw on his desk (gue almost killed the junk he was wearing with it). Both are roughly the same size, with different covers. Then he looked towards me. "This. Do all that" he said lightly.

What is the ever loving fxck?

To his surprise, I could only stumble.

Mr. Mul took advantage of this opportunity to again let his tongue dance freely again. "What I just put out is a matter for third grade. I'm going to fix your grades now, with the record that you have to work on everything within three months." He then seemed to be thinking to himself and nodding small again, seemingly agreeing with what was on his mind.

Crazy old jacka.

"I think three months is enough time, considering you'll just copy the answer to the other book. Do everything and leave it to me on time. If you can't keep that promise, I'll take back the value I've given you. Never think I can't do that kind of thing, yeah. As a teacher, that is a prerogative for me. I can use it anytime I want. That's a deal from me. Please choose, you want to do it or not. If so, take the books and get out of this room immediately. If not, just get out now. The door of this room that sealed our deal."

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