Prince Gesrek

The Less Healthy Dungs

Juna came in with a breath of breath, he bent down holding both knees. "Crazy! I almost got caught," he said as he caught his breath. "Gue jatoh nabrak garbage cans! The torch that I hold catapulted the head of Mr. Wiryo," continued Juna worried.

The school field is full of students. Who else if Juna is not the cause, he burned the torch he prepared a few days ago. Juna used the torch to trigger an automatic fire device that spouted water, of course, so that Deden got enough time to carry out his goal.

"His dashboard, is it okay?" ask Vino curious.

"The trash can, is it okay?" ask Gibran.

"A little wind that doesn't know, is it okay?" Deden asked while holding back a laugh.

Deden, Gibran and Vino had already come to the field earlier than Juna. They were coiled in the back corner of the field, standing under the high school tree.

"Basar y'all best friends! I'm the jatoh, not asked," ketus Juna mendelik annoyed.

"Yes, sorry," said Gibran giggled.

"Successful, Den?" juna asked turned to Deden.

Deden opened the bottom three buttons of his uniform which was never neatly inserted.

"God! What do you want? This public place, woy!" cerca Vino resisted Deden's hand movements.

Deden pulled Vino's hand away, putting him away like a disgusting thing. "Appaan, anyway. Maneh's brain is laundry clean. Urang just wanted to persuade this," said Deden showed a file behind his uniform.

"Ettdah, you think my hands are garbage!" vino was upset.

"It's not very ethical, Den. His nyimpen time there?" ask Gibran to be confused.

"Continue where? Behind the pants?" timpal Deden laughing. "When I hold that, maybe there will be people who are suspicious," he continued buttoning back his uniform.

"Yes ... the important thing is that our efforts succeed, deh," said Juna mediate.

"Keep after you get the documents. What will you do?" asked Vino looking around. The headmaster was walking towards the podium in front of the field.

"Surely he will be difficult papa, anyway, if this document does not exist. Although, it will be asking for new," replied Deden indifferently. "Later think of another way."

"Please calm down everyone!" Mr. Jahid as the principal gave instructions through a loudspeaker. "That's why, is that?" look at the noise on the side of the field.

"Hardness, Sir!" answer one student.

"Bantuin, dong!" said Mr. Jahid approaching towards the students who are possessed.

The students crowded around, sitting around the short-haired student sitting in the middle. He seems to be conveying something.

"That's trance?" ask Deden who came closer out of curiosity.

"Who are you? You are so handsome. Do you wanna be my husband?" asked the student grinning towards the newly arrived Deden.

"Astaghfirullah's. Inallilahi. Allahumma baarik lanaa fiimaa rozaqtanaa wa qinaa 'adzaa bannaar," cried Deden raised both his hands in prayer.

Gibran patted Deden hard. "Ngaco, lo! Why?" tanyanya who came to see, followed by the duo cunguk.

"Rang again do'a. Let the demon slip out" replied Deden with a sincere look.

Deden shrieked softly as Juna poked his forehead tight. "Don't do'a want to eat too, Susanto! You want to eat, Satan!" juna was upset. Actually Juna wants to call Deden susanto or Satan? I don't know.

Gibran and Vino just laugh at the behavior of Deden. So do the students around them.

"Not my best friend!" gibran said still with the rest of the laughter.

"Gue doesn't know either!" timpal Vino followed.

"Call Mr. Ahmad. He may be able to handle it" said Mr. Jahid to one of the minimalist-haired students. Uh, or arguably approaching balding.

"Can't, sir," he replied.

"Why?" Mr. Jahid frowned in wonder.

"Satan who enters can speak English, it is enough to learn before a repeat later," replied the student with his head headed bald.

"Bring to the UKS quickly," said Mr. Jahid firmly. "You please call Mr. Ahmad" Jahid told the other students.

Students who are instructed to follow with resignation, when in fact they still want to talk with the student earlier. Uh, or rather with the devil who is good at English.

Mr. Jahid is back on the podium. He almost forgot what he was going to say.

"So where, huh?" ask Mr. Jahid to be confused.

Viera who heard from a distance was hiding a face from embarrassment, maybe she felt on her back? Not-not that it means offended, ouch. A lot of typo.

"Buckin!" said Deden and other friends in unison. Vino just smirked innocence.

"So there was just a little technical fault, no fire. There may be damage to the device. The repetition will continue, with the shortest tempo. Now you go back to the classroom each," said Mr. Jahid gave instructions. The students disperse themselves back to their respective classes.

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"Den, I'm broke" Gibran said walking back to class.

"Nyesel why? Nyesel auxiliary urang?" tanya Deden frowned in wonder.

"Not that, anyway, I'm grinning. Less is." Gibran laughs. "Gue nyesel does not follow the girl who is possessed, it is quite able to learn."

"Eat at home to learn! Don't fall mulu!" Deden giggled amused chiming.

"Lo doesn't know, anyway. I am the head of the santuy youth society in Indonesia. So, surely I have to run the motto of the group, which is 'Rebahan is my life!', so follow along," said gibran showed index and pinky fingers like the style of metal children.

"Yes .. kumaha maneh wae. (Well ... how are you, please)" Deden said he didn't care.

"Eh, Den. That's a long time, in America. I'll ask for an answer from England, yes. I know English only yes, no, same I love you doang." Gibran paralleled the begging step.

"Yes .. yes .. whatever."

"Where, how do you cheat? Any ideas?"

"Thumb finger means answer 'A', index finger 'B', Middle finger 'C', ring finger 'D', Little finger 'E'. Maneh inget a signal from urang."

"Well, my man is the best." Gibran embraces Deden entering the classroom, but Deden pushes him all the way down to crash into the classroom door.

Deuteronomy runs so solemn, but different from the ceremony because the atmosphere is more gripping. Moreover, there was no pause for a break because of the time that had been wasted, and even worse Bu Fida with the nickname 'Teacher Killer' became the supervisor in the room Deden all day.

Today's final lesson begins, a repeat of English. Bu Fida looked at the entire student sharply, as if his eyes could be dislodged at any moment. All the students were seriously staring at the matter on their respective desks.

Gibran waited anxiously, signaling an answer from Deden. Time and time again he glanced at Deden's table.

Deden raised his thumb slowly, trying as naturally as possible so as not to be discovered. Gibran.

"Oh, number one A," Gibran murmured softly.

Everything went smoothly, Gibran smiled triumphantly whenever Deden gestured for an answer. More than half of them have already been answered.

Deden raised his little finger, slowly. The suspicious Bu Fida began to stare at Deden sharply. Gibran trembled, he panicked in fear of them being discovered. Deden was immediately startled, his brain spinning to quickly think. Whether a stupid wind came from nowhere, Deden spontaneously inserted his pinky finger that had been pointed into one of the nostrils.

Deden cursed inwardly, but his efforts succeeded. Ms. Fida looked back as usual and no longer continued to pay attention to her.

All the students bowed seriously, there was little time left, until the last repeat hour was over.

The bell rang loudly, the students flocked to collect question papers as well as answers. They walked out of the room when they were finished.

"Thank you, Den. Because lo, I was saved," said Gibran following Deden's move to the parking lot while carrying a bag.

"It's just as relaxing as me." Deden walked his hand into a bag of pants.

"But, what are the last 15 numbers that answer 'C' all?" Gibran asked puzzledly, he had been curious since.

"Oh, that." Deden hung up his words, he swept across the entire school with his gaze. The student was looking for a beautiful girl who he used to be jahili.

"That's why?"

"Same sprain of maneh. So, the middle finger continues." Deden immediately took a thousand steps after seeing the person he was looking for, he immediately moved away from Gibran before exploding.

"So, earlier. Deden, Somplak!" Gibran berated Deden annoyed, he chased Deden away.

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Holla Gaes! How are you doing? Please constructive input and criticism for this story, yes. The author is wrong so angry.

Urang \= Me

Maneh \= You

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