Silence With Wounds Go With Wounds

what a fucking day.

today as usual I went to school with a very passionate happy feeling I could go to school today because today I will meet my friends who I love very much. but shit before I got to school my Honda tires leaked

"astagaaaa ni honda pake leaking again where bertar again late, the picket is also the most sinister teacher again"

I can only grumble in my heart I hope someone passes by and help me but unfortunately no one helps me at all as a result I did not participate in raising the flag

"****** I wish the teacher another meeting"

but the sanyang her teacher is still in place and what scares me more is her eyes that want to come out see me

"Assalamu'alaikum ma'am" (hand salad)

"waalaikumsalam, there's a garbage collection of one garbage can do not come back if the trash is not full and record your name here."

"maap ma'am, but I didn't ask why I was late for school so mom as a good teacher and right was asking a question to a late student, ask mom why I was late, mom why I was late, I have a reason why I am a student who is rarely late"

"having said it, you taught me how to teach good and true amang what you can"

"maap ma'am, indeed I am not smarter than mother but will ma'am every deed must have its reasons, so also with me ma'am I have a reason ma'am"

"i don't want to listen to any reason now quickly carry out your task"

"what kind of teacher is so rich that the world's true pretentious does not want to be wrong"

finally I carried out my punishment with a very cunning trash can that I had to fill with garbage that was filled with garbage in the container but so that the fierce susi mother did not suspect because I was very quick at the end I decided to fill my stomach in the cafeteria after that I just reported and entered the class but the misfortune did not stop there just continued in the classroom.

"assalamu'alaikum"

"waalaikumsalam, why is the image? "

"maap bu was my honda tires leaked so I had to patch the tires first mom ate her late mom, where mom milk does not want to listen to my reason anymore mom"

"the story is that you confided in us here, so you are pitied"

"yes more or less so ma'am, at least my mother doesn't punish me anymore"

"well mom won't punish you but you have to sing here"

"it's the same mom"

"you don't"

at the end of it I was very forced to sing even though the sound is mediocre but they still listen to it.

"cit ko can his tires leak"

"yes where I know Anisa emang I ban her, uda ah do not need to be discussed again lazy me, I, but you remember this if later I become a teacher and I get a student son of Susi I will beat him up"

"but cit the ideal of being a doctor how can you teach him"

"yes, yes, yes, if the child is sick I will inject it in use for elephants"

"don't you later if he has to, don't glare dong cit is horrified"

"once again you say I must have your lips sewn in"

at the end of her silence she was most afraid of being threatened, anisa is my garden which is a bit koslet little bit but in the smartest among us six, Anisa, I have a friend of the first five people Anisa who rather ngesrek, the second ana who is quiet, the third salsa that is centile, the four dianra that is tomboyish, the second ana is quiet, the five most beautiful tamaras plus the most men, while I am the image of ayu ningtias the most fierce, sweet, least like the same name of a guy and like to argue that I feel right, sweet, but at home I have a different personality.