Pasung Tuan Muda's

89. The Consequences of Not Giving Up

“Who was passing in front of my car in a pretentious style. Ride big motor with oblong exhaust?” tanya Ziva raised her tone of voice.

With no response at all, some of the male students on the motorcycle excursion were simply paying attention. However, they did not say a single word about who was the perpetrator of the act that almost made others wretched. From the right side, I walked around trying to grab some of the other students who were in the front row.

“I asked once again. Who was passing from the front of me wearing a fluttering uniform, with the motor exhaust inflated?” Ziva looked back at all the students there, then he said again, “ansi!”

Just to the right, I stood up while trying to calm her emotions. During my time at Tunas Bangsa High School, I never found anything like this. But not now, the emotion came to the girl who had not voiced her actions for a long time. It turned out that behind Ziva's cute face, he was a very feared child in school.

“Ka-we don't know anything,” the words of the five students who were in the group.

“Ziva ..!” my yelling.

The opponent looked at a student sitting casually beside a warehouse, the uniform collar he took out and the blush of clothes fluttering like a flag ceremony as if making his appearance very unfit to be categorized by school students. However, from earlier he was acting very relaxed like a person who had nothing wrong.

“Oh, so this is it. Why don't you dare tell me he's there? Watch out for you, don't let my emotions run high. Your bones I broke into five parts,” concluded Ziva by pointing several students in front.

“Ziva, already, dong. We just go in, embarrassed to know not seen with them,” my ujark calms the friend on the left.

“No way, Nissa. They should be taught a lesson. Let not as good as it happens at this school, this school has an ancestor he.”

“Iya .. I know about that. But not today either, dong! Let's get mad, Miss Intan, how?” ask me again, convincing.

However, it seems that Ziva does not care at all about my words. From now on the girl who became my true friend even tried to challenge the new student. Feeling called, the student who had been sitting the body stood up from the chair. With a quick tap, he led to the parking lot where we were stunned.

The students and students in the courtyard, in the middle were clustered by rounding out rows. They were centered by staring at us who were currently still unvoiced, even some students were staring at the arrival of Refal from a distance. The cool guy moved against the wind, he seemed to pay no attention to anything in front of him.

While Ziva, still ruffled waist by twisting a little position of his body by staring as straight as the person who had been the center of vision. A handsome man with a face like a Korean artist was now almost in the parking lot of motorcycles. Some students and schoolgirls seemed to really like the man because it was very maco-style.

“You called me?” Right in front of Ziva, the new boy asked as he rounded up his two neutrals.

“Oh, so you almost hit us? You have your guts at this school. Don't you know who I am?” ask Ziva in style with his hands folded over his chest.

“Well, why should I know who you are? Part ..: who told me to take a look. Got no eyes, anyway?” askalanya.

“Hu ..!” shouted the students and students at the edge of the line, they seemed happy with the resistance of the new students.

Ziva silenced for a moment, but he seemed to throw a disgusted grin at the interlocutor. I who can only silence and watch cannot do much. Especially now, even a major event seemed to be happening if none of them gave up.

“Ziv, it looks like we have to put an end to all this. Yuk, enter class.” Without waiting for long, I pulled the hand of my friend.

“In the meantime, I want to teach this songong student a lesson.” Ziva refused my hand and shook it hard.

At that time I could not do anything else, the friend just walked with a stare towards the new student. Arriving at the position of face-to-face exchange, Ziva slapped the new student's cheek very hard.

Plaque!

While I just gulped because I didn't know what else to say. During this time, Ziva was a good student and not rude. However, whatever possessed her made her blood flow extremely brutal and dispelled her cute appearance.

“What do you mean slap me!” screech the student.

“You almost hit me and my friend there, did you forget that! This school belongs to your ancestors!” pekik Ziva is very loud.

“Iya, this school belongs to my ancestors.” After saying that, the new student pulled his hand like he wanted to return Ziva's slap.

Because I was very worried, I ran fast while wanting to save Ziva from the blow. Right in front of that narrow-eyed guy, a punch landed on my right cheek very strongly.

Plaque!

“Gosh! How come, he slapped Anissa?” There was a cry from the students and students behind me.

The pain that landed on the cheek made me throw a gaze towards the floor, but there was no response from the two sides who were currently doing a problem. As a result of the dispute I learned, how much this self no longer had to be close to them.

Was wrong? Why did all this happen and Ziva lost control of not listening to me again?

Finished in a circle, a touch landed softly on my right shoulder. “Nissa, are you okay?”

From the tone of his voice, that person was very familiar. Yeah, who else if not Mr. Reza. The presence of the math teacher seemed to embarrass themselves who had to be involved in trivial problems, the result of human nature that does not know how to make peace.

“Nissa, are you okay?” ask Ziva.

“I ride first, you guys continue this showdown.” Without waiting for long, I turned my body while looking ahead.

On the road to an empty building, the teachers had been unmoved and crowded the events of this morning. While Bu Intan— as teacher BK also looked sadly at me, even Mr. Reza also seemed not to let himself linger in a situation of contention.

“Nissa. Nissa!” shouted Mr. Reza.

Without answering at all, I kept walking away from the location of the school grounds.

“Two of you, follow me to the room BK.” Sounding loudly, Mr. Reza yelled at the two students who were still standing in front of the parking lot.

Right on the chair, I vented that annoyance by writing a diary. Slowly, students and students began to arrive and crowded the classroom.

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