Pasung Tuan Muda's

90. The Most Wanted

Shortly after sitting down, the bell rang. However, Ziva was still not in the classroom, including the new boy who had hit my left cheek. For some reason, since the incident this morning, I feel like I want to stay away from them. The difference between caste and throne in life requires that everything happens.

It's not that I don't want to repay the good deeds of others, it's just that the difference is what makes me feel unworthy. For some reason, I always felt that life was unfair, all levels were flattened and humans did not have to go all the way and feel cornered due to some of these factors.

Before long, someone came along with the documents in his right hand. Yes, he is Mr. Reza—guru of mathematics. This morning there will be a test, according to what he said last week. But from that moment I didn't care about him on the front bench. Even say hello, only the heart represents it all.

“Kok, you guys look limp as soon as you answer my greetings?” tanyanya while raising the body.

After a few minutes, Ziva came from the doorway along with the young man who had hit this cheek. Yes, he is a Rebal. The only guy who has a handsome face like a Korean artist. However, it turns out that his nature is not as good and smooth as the skin of his face, he looks very rude and willing to treat women with no feelings.

“Okay, since you guys have all gathered, this morning I will share the results of last week's exam. Please you guys with grades under eighty, advance to the front of the class.” Mr. Reza walked through the hallway of the bench and handed out the test papers.

One by one the students and students were astonished to find the results of the test. As for me, just being able to wait for the results and prepare myself to advance to the front of the class. Honestly, when the test was held a week ago, the heart felt raging on the mother who was in the hospital.

But that is not an excuse, but rather just testing the faith to be more resilient in the face of precarious and difficult situations. If I keep waiting for him in the hospital, automatically mom will not forgive me who did not go to school for that reason.

“Nissa, this is your answer sheet,” said Mr. Reza while folding the answer sheet.

Using my right hand, I took the sodora very slowly. “Am I the owner of the ugliest grades, Sir?”

“It looks like you are one of the students who will advance to the front of the class, I am very disappointed with the results you get.”

After saying, Mr. Reza also went from beside my seat. For some reason, the shame seemed to be real. Even to see the results of the exam alone, it felt like this hand was shaking so violently.

“Alright, you guys saw your test results a week ago. As I said earlier, students with grades below eighty, please stand in front of the class. Now.”

Later, Mr. Reza sat on his chair. The students and students began to raise their bodies from the bench while walking one by one. Right in the front row to the third, all have been empty and lined up neatly in front. However, the male student who became a new child remained seated leisurely without shifting his position.

Crazy new kid, he's not moving at all. He's a new kid. Holy hooch! I don't see, yeah, my grades. If the result is bad, I'm dead. Shame to go forward. But, yes, no, the important thing is to give your best.

After Riko stood up, it turned out that Ziva was standing and staring sharply back. Yes, the position of the gaze pointed at me with both neutrals like a great anger. I don't know what he means, because all I know when our exams are different is sitting and positions are also very far apart.

It turns out that Ziva is only one rank forward to the front of the class, especially I am the new boy from Gemilang High School. Is this fate worse? tanya batin berdenandika.

Before long, the new student also raised his body, then he walked over carrying the exam paper in his right hand. I quickly opened the exam paper. The two Netra were astonished by a neatly scrawled red ink there. Yeah, I finally got the ninety-nine I got from math.

As a result of mixed feelings, I was unable to say and just stared at a piece of paper on the table. Now, a classroom has been standing in front with Mr. Reza.

“Anissa!” call Mr. Reza.

Instantly I broke the daydream. “I-iya, Sir?”

“Ma-sorry, Sir, I'll stand up too, kok.” After saying, I raised my body while carrying a piece of test paper.

The students and students in the classroom seemed very happy that I was accompanying them. In fact, the value listed on the paper is very far from the KKM that has been determined.

“Nissa, how much value do you have?” ask Ziva.

“Ah, my value is smaller than you,” I replied while leaving my body.

“Nissa, are you sure you want to stand here with them?” ask Mr. Reza.

“Yakin, Sir. Kan, it was the Father who called me to stand forward.”

“Huuu .. hence, so do not belagu child. If the small value is better forward aja times, why wait on the bench?” cheers of students and students in the line.

“Can I see the results of the grades from your test?” After saying, Mr. Reza raised the body.

I gave him the answer sheet to the exam. With a small smile, Mr. Reza looked down at the piece of paper and gave a paper glue. Then he put the math value on the board.

“This is the value of Anissa, you guys see for yourself.” Mr. Reza pulled over and sat on the chair.

“What! Ninety nine. Not wrong, you, Niss? This, anyway, perfect name,” pekik Ziva while looking at my face sharp.

“Tuh, he is the owner of the usual perfect value just his style. You guys, got the twenties, but the stylish pretentious son of the sultan,” punt Pak Reza.

“Lantas, why are you in front of the class, Nis?” ask Ziva again.

“A-me, I want to accompany you. Cook yes I sit alone while you all stand, let's be fair yes like this.”

Hearing my words, Mr. Reza re-awakened the body while pointing to the math exam sheet in front of the writing.

“You know why I rated Nissa ninety-nine? His answers were all right. Because I feel very insecure, that in this class there are those who can better explain mathematical formulas than me. Nissa, it's okay, right, if you don't get a hundred?” tanyakanya.

“No, Sir. You are our teacher, no matter how great the students are, without you we are nothing. Even scientists, they wouldn't be smart without a teacher. Therefore, the love of a teacher in his students, able to bring all to a better life.”

Hearing that remark, some students and students gave spontaneous applause.

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