Pasung Tuan Muda's

88. The Son of the Widower

“Tante, we go first ...” Ziva kissed the mama and Bi Ira very gently.

“Ma, Nissa also go.” Then, I also crucified the two women who were currently stunned in the doorway.

“If studying seriously, don't mess around. And one more, if you are driving do not play mobile phone. You must focus,” said the mother gave advice.

“Ready, Tan!”

We finally shuffled from the doorway and headed for a red luxury car. The vehicle we used to ride in these few months was a gift from a man to his son Ziva. Though I do not want to go with him because of the circumstances, it does not feel appropriate for myself to ride such a luxurious vehicle.

After getting out of the yard, we went to Sudirman Street and wanted to get to school soon. However, around the area that connects between ordinary roads to get to, it was hit by traffic jams so we had to turn around and move towards the toll road. The time this morning was very short, the watch was at 07:00 and about fifteen minutes we had to get to school.

The first hour, there will be Mr. Reza who brings math lessons. Monday is the day that almost makes us think hard, especially if not about the lesson. And all the tasks of it must be answered even if it is wrong. However, I am very happy with a teacher like Mr. Reza, besides being handsome, he is also very happy to share his knowledge with anyone.

Not only that, since I entered Tunas Bangsa High School, he was the only teacher who was able to make me embarrassed when staring at both neutrals. I don't know what sense grows in me, so dare to ask directly and meet, if there is material that I do not understand. Whereas when studying with other teachers, this self feels normal if it does not understand.

As much as possible I have to keep my distance from him, because I am afraid that the lover of Mr. Reza will feel disappointed with the closeness of both of us. In school I was very friendly, but not many knew.

Because the body also feels very do not want to go out of the room even though it is just buying food, all thanks to Ziva, he is willing to buy a deposit if this self feels very lazy out.

“Hei! From earlier bengong aja. Why you, Nis!” snarled Ziva on the left.

Because I felt very shocked, I also looked at the other person spontaneously. “Ih, you, yes. Make me surprised to know. If my heart is out how?”

“Lagian, who told me to keep quiet. What else do you think, you?” ask Ziva full of probes.

“Nothing, I no longer think of anything.”

“Lying! From the look on your face, it appears that you are hiding something from me. Udah, deh, ngaku aja ..” his word a little pushy.

“Suer .. I no longer think of anyone. Just think about math lessons later. Must be a lot of tasks from Mr. Reza.”

“Hayo ... think about the lesson, or think about the person? I know, really, if you're actually close to Mr. Reza,” cetus spontaneously.

“Ih, very rest know not. Where maybe I like my own teacher, there-there aja.” With a slightly annoyed remark, I threw a gaze towards the car window.

What, yeah, if I think about Mr. Reza? No, I don't think of anyone anymore. Indeed, the hell, had briefly flashed about his face.

“Tuh, right, again contemplating again. Must have thought of someone again. Or else think of the new kid, huh?” ask again.

“Which new kid?” askaku.

“That, loh, what's his name ...? Kepal, ship, or canoe I forgot.”

“Refal times, why run to the ship?”

“Yes, I forgot. It's also not important to remember her name. Yakan .. ngaku, deh,”

“Ziva, what's my mom's home? If you are driving, don't joke too much. The words of parents are prayer,”, I said while reminding.

Before long, the two of us arrived in front of the school gate. The students and students beside the street were out when our car was passing by. This arrival is a highlight in itself and there is an attraction, because rarely in school there are students who bring a private car as a vehicle.

While on the right side, there were already several female students in the middle of the group. I don't know what they want, because from earlier staring straight at us when crossing the school yard.

“Ziv, they why see your car so much, yes?” manya curious.

“Biasalah, they are a gang from the next building. My mortal enemy during this school,” replied Ziva accordingly.

“What? So you have enemies at school? I thought you were a good boy,” my word.

“Yes, don't .. they're very nice kids.”

“Ma-means?” ask again.

“Yes, because they often tell Ms. Intan that I skipped school. But, yes, yes. I was if I skipped not jump the fence, but it did not enter and just photos in the cafe.”

“Lah, then what is their relationship? Kan, the truant is you.”

“Well, that's the one I'm sorry about. Why are those who love my life the same. In fact, without studying, I can rank in the general ranking in this school.”

“Starting cocky. Yuk, let's go out. Entar late again entered the room,” invite me while holding the hand of the friend.

We got out of the car at the same time. Ziva from the left, I from the right. Then we met in the rearview mirror while staring at the reflection of a self figure from behind the oblong mirror. When we finished, we left together and wanted to cross the school terrace.

However, we were surprised by a vehicle that passed very fast with oblong exhaust.

“Megir ..!”

“Ach ..!” yelled at me and Ziva while gouging in front of the porch.

Afraid of being hit by a motorcycle, we both covered our faces with both hands. After the sound of the motor was gone, the net was slowly opened slowly.

“Who, anyway, is looking for me! She doesn't know what, if I'm the one who owns this school!” pekik Ziva while raising the body.

“Ziv, I'm not dead, am I?” my question as I look up.

“Nissa, you wait here, let me find the child earlier.” Without waiting, Ziva went out of circulation and headed for a motorcycle parking lot.

“Wait ..!” I shouted while running fast.

Upon arrival at a motor park, I was stunned by an unusual vision. Yes, there have been many male students who are telling stories. Of course, because the building is two places SMK children from the automotive department.

Although there are women there, but can be counted with the fingers. While Ziva, walk casually by taking some of the students' school uniforms. His gaze was also very disgusted.

Right in front of a student, Ziva was stunned as he ruffled his waist. Then, the male students around seemed to know that when the tomboyish woman came, they were only turning their faces towards the earth universe.

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