Puberty: Deketin The Jutek

18. King and Queen vs Gossip

A lie if there is no more gossip about their Parallel Queen II which was later rumored to have been adem ayem. Even though their queen was silent and did nothing, any news of her would always exist at every break in Margayu.

“Zi, have you heard belom?” tanyakanya. “I'm no longer trying to make you be me, yes, Zi. You already know my ideal guy is Asa Butterfield, right? So, there is no way if suddenly my type comes down to you.

“Gini, Zi .. I've been told that your fellow olim is the same way as other guys. I know that you are doing a lot with your fellow olim, but in my opinion, you are mending backwards, Zi.”

Ziko I. Mahardika; the inscription on the identification name on his left chest. Warmly called Zico or Zizi, the King of Parallel Margayu. Rumor has it to his queen, was that a mistake?

“Masya, the cave has said not to use the word ‘ngebet’ to discuss about Fanya to the cave and other cement. Cave does not like, Fanya also will not like the horror. Same cave he just—”

The woman sitting before him rotated her eyeballs and snorted profusely. “Marsya, my name is Marsya Hasibuan, Zi. Not Masya .. but if MasyaAllah for beauty and kindness I may, Zi.”

The man who had the narrow eyes typical of the people from the Land of the rising sun was staring flatly at the girl named Marsya. “Nyesel cave response people who came to tell you gossip about the queen of the cave.”

Just like the Parallel Queen did, Zico also when faced with something he did not like or things that upset him, he would make a sound that was stuck in his mouth.

Seeing Zico rise from the canteen seat makes Marsya also join rise and immediately chase the tall man. Already tall, white, thin-brained, basketball member, of course if Zico is handsome. Marsya who has the ideal male standards of Hollywood stars alone is also lured by the charm of Asian men.

Marsya ran around and shouted. “Zizi waitin!”

He walked in haste so as to avoid the chatty woman, he stepped his feet anywhere as long as it was not his class or club room at this time of rest. Why not go to class or club after the cafeteria?

“Couldn't he just calm down? Can he do things like usually, and do not need to gossip?” the upset.

The reason was to avoid the question like the one Marsya had raised some time ago. In addition, Zico also tried to avoid the temptation of the shippers. Look, loh; they are still esempe children, especially now it is ninth grade which is busy and certain races will soon be wide open.

Not that the pretentious, but what can be done esempe children to be able to enter the upper school level is diligent to school, additional tutoring, and accruing values so that they can be accepted in the dream school.

Zico turned from the passageway he had previously used to avoid Marsya, then he turned right so that the direction of the destination was not original, so it still remains useful more. Zico turned right with the library's aim. In a place full of bookshelves that's his escape from some problems.

As a family hope, Zico can only devote himself as an outstanding student to make both his parents not feel humiliated once by him because he was found to join the club useless, so that his parents did not feel embarrassed, like basketball that becomes a nest of non-disciplinary children, known as Medals.

The tall man stopped in front of the library guard table, his eyes running around as the room filled with bookshelves filled with some familiar students in his memory. Then, Zico turned his head towards the library guard. “Bu, nine C kok on is here? Where are the children here less diligent read, the collision aja so, Bu.”

The library guard chuckled with astonished remarks from this exemplary student of PGRI Margayu. “Yes, no wonder, anyway. Mother is also equally impressed with you, Zi,” reply, “they are again punished for both bringing henpon to school to cheat in her subjects Bu Ida.”

The corner of Zico's lips lifted up. “Creating? Definitely trying to cheat at Brainly.”

“It looks like that, Zi.”

Zico turned his head again, his eyes around looking for the whereabouts of someone who was thought definitely included in the ranks of the students who were being punished. However, it could not find its existence. “They are punished for what, Bu?” ask him again.

“Through summarize historical material, but do not know what history because each child is different books tuh. He said Ms Ida, this punishment is in collaboration with Mr. Hendra. Mr. Hendra taught IPS in nine C's, right?”

Instantly, Zico smiled fully. “Mother Zayidah is not resting, Mom? Let me take care of the library and them too.”

“Eh, you know pisan if tea mother again needs help. The menu at the teacher's office today is my favorite! Don't want to miss,” exclaimed Ibu Zayidah, “nitip combat area Mom first, yes, Zi.”

“Huum, Mom, sok lajengkeun aja.”

The move was slow and not suspicious. Inside the room that was the equivalent of two classrooms this student felt like in a public space, for the girls of five were raving and complaining so loudly that they made Zico a pengang ear, but Zico tried to hold him back. They didn't heed the rules in the library apparently.

He pretended to stop at the ranks of the eighth grade textbook shelves to make sure of something.

“Me!” The corners of his lips were attracted to form a wide smile that revealed a row of his neat teeth.

With a step that he kept his rhythm on purpose, Zico also pretended to stare at the row of textbooks that had become a burden in his black bag a year ago.

Meanwhile, there was Fanya who was busy playing with her phone which she kept behind a book that opened on her middle page. He hid his phone behind the book under the pretext of reading the book if his friends asked. Fanya was engrossed in the sound of music echoing in her ears. Fanya also wore bluetooth earphones so as not to provoke a commotion if she was tuning a music.

Fanya is assigned by Ida Bu to supervise and ally with his friends, errat; allying only with Hanalya is a cause of the naive girl herself who pleads with him with a deal that must be very beneficial to Fanya.

Someone cleared his throat, Fanya flinched and immediately hung up her phone at once with her book. “Aa–Anu, Mom,” said she was nervous, “I don't—” Fanya turned around with her tense face that suddenly squeezed.

That person, Zico, pointed to himself. “Why the same cave?”

“Ngagetin know no!” fanya hiss, trying to muffle his frustration so as not to make his friends suspicious.

There's nothing they should suspect either. All right, this is because Fanya is too afraid to be caught again bringing a cell phone to school. Although it has become something that is understood again by school devices, including library guards.

Zico chuckled, but he didn't look funny at all, he looked dignified as well as making him like a prince that was in the manga. Zico, who was usually flat, fierce, and intimidating, was instantly like a different person when he smiled warmly, chuckled or showed his cheerful face. But unfortunately, Zico will not show his cheerful face to carelessly people.

“Yes, can you not make a tantrum? With gossip again tuh.”

Fanya. “What other rumors are there?”

Zico thinned his lips, the smile on his face was gone. “Dianter boy to school.”

“Each leaving the same school home also escorted the same cave guy, he's a guy, unfortunately he's a cave brother, Zi,” said Fanya.

“Not your brother. Said his boys differently again, said it was your guy. Fanya's guy that means her boyfriend Fanya said kids.”

Fanya was deeply offended and upset if anyone ever mentioned anything again about the incident this morning when she got to school. Fanya had tried to forget the events of this morning as a nightmare and considered that she was leaving using a moving spell.

“Zi, since when do you have children?”

Zico sighed. He must be extra patient if he wants answers that he wants to hear directly from the gossip stars that are circulating. “Temen-cave intent, Yes.”

“Oh,” reply Fanya. Re-open the book and the focus is also on the screen of his phone. Quiet enough.

Zico had been patient waiting for the next answer, because he already knew the character of a Fanya Francesca. However, after two to three minutes passed until it felt like he was also swept away in the game that the girl was playing, Zico began to get annoyed.

“Oh, Yes?”

He looked up and looked up a little. “Oh what?”

Holy hooch! Couldn't Fanya not make him more upset. “Udahlah. I think you again kelas and like the gossip is not real.”

“Emang is not real. Since when is the rumor real?” Fanya got up from her seat. He was about to approach Hanalya, but he paused for a while.

“Lo samperin I came here just to ask the truth gossip? Haha, you're so innocent, anyway. The days of our parallel king who has won various race fights and the MIPA Olympics SMP level can be so stupid as to believe in gossip?”

Zico. He began to realize, it turned out that he had been eaten by gossip just because that person was his queen. His queen has always been with him for several academic competitions and massive Olympics. Partner in his fight in the race.

Fanya stared full of satisfaction. “Udah, yes. Don't mess with the gossip anymore. This time I will not act and if you keep acting, I promise I will be more careful.” Then, immediately waltzed away and would actually approach Hanalya.

However, Zico's movements were more nimble than Fanya had expected. Blocking the arm of the girl who gritted her tanned black hair. “Appointment?”

So surprised, Fanya reflex to throw the check. “Ii–Iya! No more, Zi, please,” he said nervously.

Zico can't help but smile. “Lu know what the cave is like, Yes. Gossip about the cave ngebet you only even become unfounded prejudice. Though the cave never lasain it.”

Fanya. “Ya, gone. That rumor is not true, slander, and perverted!” After that, he completely left Zico who was still smiling with satisfaction.

 

Pineapple : Suspicious!

Fanya: Don't believe in gossip!

Zizi: It needs to be rubbed to the root!

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