SYSTEM: Changing Hundred Faces

STILL A 'TRICK' PART 2

After finally Tito opened Cakil's school bag, he finally found the clue. If Cakil is an 11th grade Vocational Mechanical Engineering High School student.

Her LKs Package book is still new. Almost invisible has been opened let alone filled the question sheet. It was almost mid-semester odd.

Hhh...

Tito just took a breath. This is a kid, really giving you a headache. How does the feeling of bokap nyokapnya who know the nature, habits and behavior of this only child. Hhh...

Though I was a good boy in the school era, just said tomorrow father take a report, my father has already cheated sangar. Finally tomorrow I had to wait for other mothers who came out of the school gate, continue acting begging for help take my report on the grounds my father is sick, my mother is dead, my mother is dead, no one can take my report to the homeroom.

Remembering the past made Tito smile. A smile of bitterness certainly, although there is a funny smile considering the absurdity of the SMU era.

Tito put one by one the LKS package book school lesson Muhammad Azkiel Ardian into his bag.

He put his body on a foam mattress that is thicker than a foam mattress in his original contract.

His mind returned to glare. Remembering everyone he had ever known. He closed his eyes. Thinking about her real last day.

I can't stop thinking about what God is giving him right now. In the reality that exists today. Reality or long, unreal dreams. Tito was confused about everything.

He only snorted somewhat annoyed in his confusion. A series of sleep prayers Tito recited in his heart. I hope tomorrow he can have a better day. He wants to go to Cakil's school tomorrow.

Whatever happens, Tito is not a coward and a loser. Although his heart can be shrunk by the facts, he must accept the chest of what God gave him.

Including the fact that he is now only a 16-year-old boy. Which is a student. And surely his main task is to learn. In order to achieve his goals and also fulfill his duty as a child, happy and proud of both parents.

Even though her parents are not her parents. He was Muhammad Azkiel Ardian.

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"Sir, Cak! Woy wake!"

"Huh???" Tito woke up from his sleep.

A responsible boy in a white-gray school uniform was sitting in front of him. Shaking his body until he woke up from his dreamland.

"Execution time! Kuy!!!"

"Extsecution??? I'll take a shower!"

Although Tito did not know who the boy was, but he was grateful, someone woke up his sleep and took him to school together.

At least he is not alone, clingak-clinguk looking for a friend who knows himself at his school Cakil later.

"Wait for base camp!"

"Sip, okay!" Tito held his thumb. Sok Knew Sok Near.

He just pretends to know when he doesn't know at all. Where's the base camp. Anyone give it. Even that young man didn't know what his name was.

"What??? You're acting again so Tigor sir huh? That god-level Math teacher? Haha... Anjrit, the motorcycle tyre khan I kempesin it yesterday, Cak! My whole, sensual time' is just me. Wait, yes Ridho, come forward.Fill about number 3! Hadeeeee... I'm again, me again! Ga da laen's name is what he wants, between my name!"

"Hahaha.maybe he's a fan of Ridho Irama! That's why your name keeps ringing!"

"Kamvret is a teacher! Belom once entered the soap opera Indosiar, "Azab Guru Who Always Tells Students Forward Though His Students Have No Preparation"!"

"Haha... You are kamvret! You have aspirations to be a Sinetron Director What is a Sinetron Screenplay Writer? You should have a Multimedia vocational school, there is a productive maple that Audio and Video Processing Techniques! If you have the goal of making soap!"

"Sotoy lu! What do you know about multimedia schools, Sukirman!!!"

"Diddid? I know, Sukijan! Khan si Rashid multimedia. But it works instead of being an OB at the acupuncture clinic with me! Hadeeeuh, cruel world!!!"

"Haha...!!! What crazy are you, brother? Early in the morning your brain is gone somewhere! Speaking of Tigor sir, why be Rashid! Rashid, I don't know. And you since when did the acupuncture clinic work. Job as a aunt-assortor, you! So Gig*lo!! Hahaha.. hancuuurrr the minah!!!"

"Eh, Riddho! You're only 16 years old and you know gig*lo. No pantes by the way! That's the language of adults 20 and up, bro!"

Tito was goosebumps hearing Ridho's simple words about the sparkling world full of negative aura.

"They?! Not you who often asked my neighbor to be gig*lo and now have bought an elite house in a luxury residential area because it is a mistress of aunt-tante who thirst for affection?!"

"Astaghfirullahal...!!! Arava!!!! You like origin!"

Putting out Tito's face immediately heard Ridho's words.

Hhh... Instantly his heart was filled at the thought of how dilapidated man was now. And people easily look for treasure for the sake of being seen by humans around even though the path he took was the way of heresy.

"Skip, jan's a leaky boy! That's none of our business! Kuy, gas pol school!"

Ridho was still giggling while shaking his head. I don't know what he had in mind until the snot boy was still engrossed in his laughter. Make Tito pull his backpack until interested in the future following Tito's steps.

"Yes...!! I'm going to school first, right?" Pamit Tito after looking for Cakil's mother who was busy in the kitchen. Kiss the back of his mother's arm immediately. Pamit left for school.

"Oh yes, mother's handsome! Here, the pocket money!" said Cakil's mother while offering a piece of banknote fifty thousand.

"Well, is there money, ma'am?"

"Well fitting? Usually khan Cakil's pocket money that much?"

"That's too much, Mom! I think 20 grand is enough!" tukas Tito made his mother dumbfounded for a moment.

"Yes, take it first! If there's left over, the money is saved!" the word mother made Tito stunned.

He remembers his High School days 8 years ago. Only given an allowance of 5 thousand rupiah. Though at that time the school was quite far away, and had to change the city 2 times. He left early in the morning and went home to Maghrib. And the 5 thousand money must be able to meet his needs all day. Hhh...

Unlike Cakil, whose pocket money is 50 thousand every day. Hadeeeeeee!!!!! Can you scream rude talk? Hhhh.... 🎶Kumenangiiiiiiiis....🎶 (authors heart content).

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