Pasung Tuan Muda's

21. The Face Behind the White Hijab

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Anissa, what, is her attitude like that? Not as usual when I knew him. Yes, never mind, maybe now he has more problems, my mind says.

Shortly after, the bell rang very loudly. From the verge of vision, it seemed that many students and schoolgirls crowded the location of the second floor corridor. One by one the students came in.

I also followed the last student who had turned her head towards me sitting, I don't know what it means to do such a glare. Makes me feel very amused, not because of his face, but his makeup is also not really present.

After the second floor was silent, I entered through the main access door of the classroom. The girl with two braids followed from behind, right on the bench where Anissa was sitting, I turned my head for a moment. While both feet still walk and sit in the back seat.

This morning was the first day I decided to transfer schools to Tunas Bangsa High School. Having previously moved from Gemilang High School, because I have violated the school rules. Yes, understand the boys. If you never make a mistake, you are not a real man.

A few minutes later, I took a second textbook. Mathematics is one of the most annoying lessons in life, but I promise to turn into a child who is active in learning. Because, if I make a mistake once again, then bokap will revoke all the facilities that I have at this time.

"Assalam' mualaikum ..," greeted the teacher with a smile, he also circulated a little laughter.

"Waalaikum' sallam ...," the response of the whole room.

"This morning we will learn about algebraic calculations, and I will explain some of the material for solving each of the following problems."

The teacher spoke non-stop in front of the class. While I was, always squealing uneasily and glancing endlessly at the watch on the left hand. The time felt very long changing, I waited every second until heading home.

Instantly, his shoulders touched from behind. With my right hand, I drove the fool away.

"Who, anyway? Don't touch me! Handsome kids all over won't be interested in you," I said while squealing with a slight change in sitting position.

However, the person does not seem to have ears. He kept touching my shoulder nonstop, this time it felt a little different. The touch felt quite a bit hard and made the emotions peak.

"Don't bother me! You have no ears, yes!" I screamed by changing the position of the body to stand firm, but the view was still straight ahead.

The front of the teacher's seat was empty. Then, I looked right and left as the students were closing their mouths grimacing in amusement. Both eyebrows frowned, one of the long-haired schoolgirls in front of bench— stared back at me.

He also seemed to be laughing, I looked back spontaneously. After the body rotates three hundred and sixty degrees, both eyeballs are very creepy sight. How not, Mr. Burhan is already there while carrying the file in green.

He glanced, then said. "What are you doing in the back?"

"Ah, this, sir. Anu ...," I hung the speech. Then, I scratched my head three times.

"Please do the number one thing" he said, putting a black-inked marker on the left side of my body.

"But, Mr ...."

"No buts, do it or you ..," Mr. Burhan hung up the remark, he walked two steps forward and folded both hands.

"Or what, sir?" timpalku, tubing.

"Or you'll wash the WC" he continued with a triumphant face.

The students and students laughed. Just this time the handsome people I became a ploy, usually also in old school, they were afraid of me who was the son of a tyrant conglomerate twisting all over.

"Why are you still standing?" mr. Burhan said, he also hit the table a little hard.

I was shaking for a moment. Without replying to her words, I finally came forward and headed towards the blackboard. Paying close attention to the problems on display is very neat, but there is nothing I understand. As a result, the body just stands and stares steadily all the numbers contain mathematical problems.

"Can't you do something about it?" ask the teacher. Before long, the thin mustachioed man grabbed the marker in my right hand and stood facing forward.

"Anything!" call brief.

"Go ahead and do the number one thing" said Mr. Burhan.

Without waiting for a long time, and carrying nothing, Anissa came to the teacher. He took the black-inked marker from the thick moustached man's spoon.

"Do the number one thing" said Mr. Burhan, then Anissa nodded twice.

The white-veiled girl walked towards my right side, she opened the lid of the marker and stared steadily towards the current body.

"Soide you." I took a two-step stand, then. "Anything like this can't be done. So if the brain capital school, do not capital money," he continued with a sneer on the right.

With just a few minutes, Anissa solved all five of the most difficult problems on the board. I puffed my head and was dumbfounded. Apparently he hasn't changed since we used to sit in elementary school. Still very smart and still beautiful.

Anissa also gave the marker to the teacher, then the girl in a white hijab with a black watch— sat on her stool.

Mr. Burhan also headed to the blackboard where when Anissa was working on the matter, he did not doubt the results of the answers there. Without thinking long, the math teacher just gave checks and grades on the board.

"The perfect answer" said the middle-aged man.

"Obviously, Anissa is the school's best asset, sir. Let alone five questions, for a hundred questions he did in a few minutes." From the end of the seat the male student said.

From the front, the female students spoke up. "If Nisa can't do math, she might be an Olympic champion, sir. The general champion of this school is also the one who holds it every year."

"Well! From there you have to follow the example, do not want to lose to compete with Nisa. Don't be proud of your parents' wealth for poya-poya, take education seriously, so that your parents are proud of what you achieved."

Finished saying, the bell went off. At that time, Mr. Burhan invited me to return to my seat. Quickly, I cleaned up the textbooks until there was nothing left.

One by one the students and students rushed out, the atmosphere that had been crowded, turned very quiet. I was the last person to walk out the door today. Walking very fast, footsteps bring the body to the car park.

Right at the end of the vision, Anissa was waiting for public transport in front of the stop. Opening the car door with my right hand, I immediately left the schoolyard. From the window I got a pretty face behind that white veil. Unabashedly, I offered her to go home together.

"Sina!" call me, and the name owner looks over for a moment.

"Yes, what's wrong." He replied, but threw his gaze towards the crowded vehicle.

"Went home with me .. would you like to?" take me while throwing away a smile.

"Gue can still go home alone."

"Relatedly? If you don't get a taxi, how about it?"

"Online projects also exist," he declined again.

"If there are no online objects, how?"

"Gue get on a plane, just take a road to Rome is just one thing!" his screeches. Before long, the yellow taxi stopped, and he immediately entered and left me on the sidewalk.

Crazy, here, girl. Just this time someone refused my invitation, usually also if you have been given an offer will follow. I'm more curious about Anissa, if someday I can finally get it, how lucky I am! batinku says.

I also stepped on the gas of the car very fast. Not long after, I was at the door. From the front yard looks a car parked very neat. The car with the beautiful plate is like I know it.

Down immediately, both eyes stared at the number plate behind the car. This is Miranda's car, isn't it? Why else would he come here, I'm so bored I see, tuh, girl. I was rejected too, I said in my heart.

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