Prince Gesrek

Summoned

Class XI IPS 5 looks crowded, teachers have not entered to teach so the students are still free to roam.

Deden and the gibberish duo were sitting in a circle in the back corner of the classroom. They play games on their phones. Errata, only the duo who look cool, Deden does not seem to enjoy it.

Deden was bored because on his phone there was only a game of pou and snake-suspecting, even though his phone included a new and sophisticated output, somehow the contents are just that. Deden had bathed, fed, clothed his poo, and put him to sleep. The snakes are also getting bigger and longer until he sore play it and eventually die. Meanwhile, Gibran and Vino are still busy playing online games on their phones, sometimes they squeal with anxiety because they did not manage to beat the opponent.

Deden looked at the astonished duo who were clamoring madness, a moment later he looked at them while showing his evil grin.

Drttt .. drttt .. drtts ....

"Anj*r who's calling! My phone is running," Gibran said, cursing in annoyance.

"Aargh ... I'm booyah again, Bambank!" Vino also squeezed his phone in annoyance, almost throwing it.

Vino and Gibran stared at the screen of his phone, Deden's name was listed as making a video call simultaneously to the two of them. They stared simultaneously at Deden who was smiling sinlessly.

"Deden!" Shouts them simultaneously, calling out the perpetrators who ruin happiness.

"Mak! Please Deden!"

Deden ran away from the cute duo, he was running around in class. The students in the class just looked at him flatly, such events had indeed happened so often that they were used to it.

Two against one, an unbalanced opponent. Deden was overwhelmed to avoid the duo's gibberish, even he kept his posel in just any place. Deden continued to avoid until occasionally hit the table and chair, he also fell down due to accidentally stepped on the blackboard eraser who had been there since when.

Deden was caught, with the power of compactness of the gibberish duo, he was already unable to move. Vino held both his hands and Gibran held both his legs, Deden raised on his stomach.

"Woy! urang want to be accompanied?! It's not good this is the position."

"Well, Bran?" tanya Vino still held Deden's hand tightly.

"Because the water's dead, huh? We go to the bathtub at the WC school," Gibran said, suggesting, Vino nodded.

Deden was shocked to hear Gibran's words. They begin to carry Deden's body upside down out of class.

"Don't get whipped! You know you haven't had a shower." Deden rebelled, he tried to escape, the students in the class laughed out loud, no one wanted to help. Indeed, the people in the form of cursed classmates.

"Diem, you should be punished. I almost won" said Vino, still feeling vengeful.

"It hurts, you lash!"

"Deden ..." someone called Deden slowly, in his position Deden looked up at the voice.

The savvy duo, immediately let go of their grip just like that and went back to their realms in the back corner of the classroom. Deden's face had to go back to smelling the class ceramics that were still plain, really sorry ceramics, he immediately stood up rubbing his face and lips that felt pained.  The other students returned unconcerned and did their own activities.

"Why?" deden asked coldly, his face flat with no expression.

"Your khamu's phone was almost on the table." Zea thrust Deden's phone down, not daring to look at his face.

"Oh, thanks." Deden received his phone, he was about to rejoin the duo.

"Deden" said Zea again calling, Deden stopped his steps and looked back at Zea.

"Sorry," said Zea, playing her finger in a huff, her eyes glazed with tears.

"Sorry maneh, really." Deden rubbed Zea's hair slowly. "Maneh should apologize to Key."

Zea cried, she hugged Deden suddenly. "Sorry ...." Zea sobbed, her chest heaving irregularly, Deden turned around to hug her to calm down. "Akhu promises never to be evil again."

"Cup .. cup ... already," Deden said, patting Zea's back.

"Good drama. I became moved, hiks," said Mr. Tono who had been standing in the doorway for some time. "Once again you're going out at school, I marry you! You guys don't know? I love a romantic-romantic wife!"

"That's the man, the father of Baperan."

"Sit you!"

Deden and Zea immediately sat on his stool. Mr. Tono immediately started his lesson, he had already opened the package book.

"Dedent." Mr. Tono called out to Deden in the midst of learning.

"Yes, sir?"

"What question, sir?"

"There were ten kittens by the river. When seven kittens jumped into the river, the mother cat came with two kittens. So ... how long will your life take?"

The students who were paying attention, seemed to hold back their laughter desperately. The problem was, if they laughed the teacher before them would attack like knights from the fire country, he said, whereas if they continue to hold back laughter there will be a sound and deadly gas coming out of the lower part of their body.

"Eh .. What, sir?" ask Deden still doesn't understand. "This is the brain that can not understand the terrible fate, or indeed the father of the profession transfer from lecturer in Economics to expert bucin graduate faculty love without being loved?"

"Because you can not answer, please go to the BK room," said Mr. Tono flatly continued the lesson.

"Well, BK? Don't sir, I'm not answering, sir. When Thomas Alva Edison found a bright lamp that was stable and not broken like previous experiments. The lights he found could illuminate the patrol post and the mother-mak santuy spot. So the answer is, urang is still waiting for Key's readiness to receive urang," replied Deden smoothly without doubt.

"Please go to BK's room."

"So you answered, sir."

"With all heart and as pure as a faithful soul, without betrayal and duplicity. I forgot to ask Mr. Wiryo to call you to the BK room, so it's not because your answer is wrong. Your answer I give you a hundred, but not a report."

"Lawak deh Pak Tono, produced as a factory as Sule huh, sir? Why don't you just tell me, sir?" tanya Deden nodded, he began to understand the purpose and purpose of Mr. Tono and his convoluted sentences.

"If there is something complicated why choose the easy one? If you understand, you go to BK. For everything else, do the ledger section on page 50, I'm gonna go to the toilet for a second."

Mr. Tono came out of the classroom, the students who had been holding their laughter until their faces turned red, laughing loudly, even some were up to an indistinct roll.

"You want to be escorted, Den?" gibran asked to see Deden leaving.

"Don't do it, it's all right, all right."

"Related, Den? Mr. Wiryo loh, continue if later you are kidnapped how aunty?" vino asked to make sure.

"How many steps doang from here to BK, less will not stray until the moon."

"Den ... Do you have no problem, right?" Zea next to him was also worried.

"Urang just wants to go to BK room, not to go to world war three. Why are you guys on a gini ribet, anyway?" tanya Deden looked at her companions.

"That's why I put myself well, Den. Do not forget sholawat dzikir," said Vino gave his advice.

"Okay, you guys send a do'a aja, let's just survive after seeing Mr. Wiryo's eyes."

"Returning from BK lo must be a story, all the same lo semalem go where," said Gibran clenched his hands to encourage.

"Oh, who said you were spies? Great of you, until you don't know where you're hiding."

Gibran and Vino smiled clumsyly, because last night instead of spying on Deden they were stopped by the police.

Deden leaves his class for BK's room, where he must meet Mr. Wiryo. His heart beats uncorruptedly just like when he was close to Key, could Deden also like Mr Wiryo?

The special room adjacent to the UKS it looks horror and creepy. The surrounding atmosphere is 180 degrees different from the rest of the school. Seen from the outside, the room is really gripping. The dimly lit lights seen from the outside windows further add to the tense atmosphere.

Deden moved his foot toward the door, his heart still beating, his hands trembling as he was about to knock on the brown door.

"A .. assalamu'alaikum, sir. Excuse me, urang Deden," said Deden nervously, his voice slightly trembling.

"Wa'aalikumussalam, the password?" a voice answered from within, Deden had not dared to push the door open.

Deden looked down trying to remember, he took a deep breath. After starting to feel confident Deden raised his head and puffed his chest. "A - "

*     *      *       *      *

Hy gaes happy reading! Do not forget the chrysanthemum as well, sorry author if there is a wrong😂

Urang \= Me

Maneh \= You

Don't forget, like, comment, vote, fav click and five-star rate ... See you next part.