Pears

Chapter 9 (3)

In class no one volunteered, but that doesn't mean they're lonely. Bu Anggi even flirted to and fro so the class boisterous. Many of them argue to just continue the organization last year, ok and yesterday again.

"The others don't want to try to be class administrators?" ask Bu Anggi.

Oh no, thank you, ma'am. Take care of yourself.

Ma'am I could be treasurer ....

Nay! His money is collected .. he auto changes schools!

Messed up

I became a secretary!

Anj*r you wrote it was like grass rocking it!

And there are many more debates that enliven the class, until Bu Anggi tapped his hands on the board. Everyone is silent.

"Give up the hand that served as the class manager of the previous year."

Then they nodded, Bu Anggi nodded in response to that. "Does anyone object to continuing their duties?" Those who were asked looked at each other first, but then kept quiet because they also thought, if not those who took care, what was the fate of this class.

"So the point is you want to be lifted back?"

"Yes, ma'am ...," they answered compactly.

"Well, one person please come forward, write down the position along with the name of the student."

A student sitting at the very front picked up a marker and wrote on the blackboard, calling out, "Chairman of Class?" There are those who confuse, then the student writes his name, as well as other positions.

Some mourned when the student wrote his treasurer's name. Naw, they said in their hearts.

Before long the writing session was completed, the data was obtained as follows:

Class Head: Rafa

Vice Class Chair: Devan

Secretary: Bayu and Nasya

Treasurer: Vallen and Chela

...

Sports Sexy: Satria

...

Chela nodded. "It must be!" he said in a medium tone because he did not want to be the attention of Bu Anggi, but his voice was enough to make Vallen's spirit flared up.

"XII IPA 3 ...," Chela who sat at the very back stared haughtily at all the backs of her friend.

Vallen turned back to face forward while crossing his arms. "Prepare yourself to confront us!"

Class 11 event ....

Brakk!

"PRIZE OR LIFE?!

Two pairs of eyes stared intently at a victim. A deadly gaze that even made the victim lower her shoulders. His body shook violently, how not, he was reading a novel with a ghost even occasionally giggling, but suddenly disaster came.

Brak!

Chela breaks the table again and Vallen throws the book onto the table at the same time.

"Four months you haven't paid yet!" Vallen said firmly.

Chela narrowed her eyes. "According to you ngisi marker use what? Used oil?"

"Collut oil?"

"Comberan water?"

"Answer! I know you're more than capable of paying 3 grand a week, it's hard!"

With trembling hands, the victim who was the student of the glasses boy took the money and handed it over. "Back to next month."

Chela nodded with a smile. "Nice ...." He then gave the money to Vallen to be recorded immediately. Chela's eyes also glanced at the other class dwellers, still with a possessed look.

"N-n-ni-nih!" said one of even many of them while offering the money.

Chela raised an eyebrow and then turned to Vallen, they nodded, proud of themselves for their work.

"No!!!!" shouted Satria who became one of the people who just handed over the money at that time.

"Fa ..., die our Fa!" Satria complained to Rafa who was not even struggling at all. "Rafaaa," cried the man while putting on a hysterical face because he was being hooked.

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