Pasung Tuan Muda's

79. Physics Study Exam

“Then, excuse me, Mr. Reza. You see, there is still a lot I have to finish.” The one-armed woman also began to shuffle from circulation.

“Bu Intan don't want me to drop off?” ask Mr. Reza while he is a crybaby.

“Ah, no need, sir. Lagian ... later the student will wait if we go,” he said.

“Emang for what, anyway?”

“Old, dong, Sir. If we go have to prepare for another wedding, honeymoon abroad again, and buy bridal clothes again.”

“Cie .. who wants to marry Mr. Reza ...!” ledek the whole room.

“Ih, you guys are very frivolous with me, just be careful if Mr. Reza has a crush on the most beautiful woman in Indonesia, surely you will be envious,” replied Bu Intan proudly.

“Iyain aja, Ms. ..” yelled the friends again.

Before long, Ms. Intan left her position while walking to the doorway. The woman with a big smile and a thick lip on her lips was very comforting to us. She is a female teacher who has been able to make comedies. Not just his words, even his face made us want to laugh.

This morning, we will be conducting the first subject test from Mr. Reza. Yes, he is a Physics teacher who is concurrently a Mathematics teacher. Lessons on the first exam were greeted with horror, as they had to drain the brain to think more than other common lessons.

Along with the basmallah reading, I stared at the pen on the table, turning my hand. This morning was the first day I took the exam at the new school, the hope that was overtaken in the soul was, to be able to conquer all the lessons and be able to return to the general champion like in the old school.

But it seems like that can't happen. Because in the class IPA-1 is very much a rival. Not only that, Ziva is one of the students who managed to become my toughest opponent when the Physics Olympiad this year. Not only that, Monica also won the Science and Mathematics Olympiad the previous year.

To show off at Tunas Bangsa High School is very mind draining. However, I did not give up and give up. Moreover, I also won the Olympics this year for Physics, as well as the general champion in the old school, namely Gemilang High School.

“Kids, can we start the exam this morning ..?” ask Mr. Reza again.

“Can, Sir ...,” answer the whole room.

“Oke, I will share about the Fiska subject exam, you have to answer it to completion in 60 minutes. Do not use sound, and not lyrics right and left.” After saying, Mr. Reza walked over to share the test.

The smile of the thin mustachioed man made me very sick, because the gaze he threw was able to sedate a woman if she saw it. You could say, Mr. Reza is one of the youngest and very handsome teachers at Tunas Bangsa High School.

Before long, Mr. Reza crossed the hallway which would lead to the bench where I was sitting. However, he did not then give a piece of paper containing the exam. Feeling very curious, I looked up at Mr. Reza who was flirting in his position.

“This is about you, Nissa,” said Mr. Reza while offering a test.

Using my right hand, I took the matter and placed it on the table. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You did this well, don't disappoint me. You should be able to make your achievements like when in old school, happy working.” After saying that, the man wearing the uniform of the civil servant walked straight towards his stool.

In all my life I have never had more attention than a teacher. Especially coming from the school that I just went to, but not to Mr. Reza. Behind his handsome face, he loved his students very much and gave support. However, I felt that the words were only given to me.

Time kept rolling, I finally finished working on the exam faster than the allotted time. Seen from the right side, a young man who was none other than the new boy screeched by looking at me thinly. I already knew about it, but this debate was the same and focused only on the matter.

It seemed like he had also finished working on the matter, as it looked relaxed and put his pen on the table. Before long, a piece of paper that had formed a small ball was thrown in my hijab. Quickly, I turned my head right and left in curiosity of the perpetrator.

But the room remained silent. Nothing looks suspicious. In the room, the one who used to do that was Ziva. However, he looked ordinary and wrote on his stool without movement. Then, I tried to calm down and return to face using the right palm.

Before long, throw the same thing back to land. Who, the hell, is the same as me. Or maybe this school is haunted, yes, because no one is suspected of throwing me.

When these two hands bent their faces simultaneously, the bell rang to surprise me. The break hour has arrived, automatic exam hours must also be completed. Mr. Reza also patrols while taking answer papers and exam questions, he moves there and here.

“Nissa, where about you?” ask Mr. Reza.

“This, sir,” answered me while giving her the answer sheet and questions.

“Is it very difficult a matter like this for an Anissa?” ask again.

“Lumayan, Sir. The question you gave me made me think hard to find answers,” I replied.

“But I noticed from the bench, if you are used to working on it. Where does anyone think hard?”

Without answering, then Mr. Reza turned his body while walking quickly to the bench. He left the room early, while the students and students rushed out following the Physics teacher. I was still sitting in the room, still focused on the diary and pen as a sitting friend.

Movement without shifting a bit, both legs are silent and speech silenced.

“Nissa ... You are busy?” ask someone suddenly.

The presence of Ziva makes me always unable to guess, because it appears like a ghost in a horror film that was in theaters recently.

“I'm not too busy, Ziva,” I replied as I flipped my pen.

“You didn't go to the cafeteria?” tanyakanya.

“I don't think I'm going to the cafeteria this morning.”

“Hmmm ... why? I'm so hungry. Yuk, we ate something this morning,” take him a little pushy.

“I just accompany it, yes, because again not in the mood to eat in the canteen.” After saying that, I also raised my body.

Not to forget, I cleaned the books on the table very neatly in the bag. Then, we got out of the room together and headed for the first floor of the school building.

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