Teacher is my Imam!
Shock therapy
"Good! as long as my subjects take place it is expected that all students abide by the rules I have given!" walking around from one table to another.
"Your first rule should be disciplined, no one should be late when my lesson is started, no one should cut or ask as long as I give the material except after finishing giving the material, next all the phones you have should be collected in this basket!" while pointing at a medium-sized basket that fits to put the goods.
"what?! can't I hold my hand during her lesson??" Dhea commented while whispering to her two best friends.
Nia and Zhill just looked at each other and shrugged, in fact they also disagreed with the final rule as to why it should be gathered up front. Why not just turn it off.
"Somebody mind the rules I just set??" continuing conversation.
"Excuse me sir. Can the last rule be bargained?" Tanya hesitated a little.
"What's with the rules?" answer Fariz.
"It's okay sir, just can we keep it and turn off our phones during your lessons?" asked Nia again with a bit of fear and doubt.
"No! the phone will disturb you during the lesson. That's why I gave you the rules!" fariz replied firmly.
"B.b..good sir!" I heard Fariz's answer.
"Alright I think enough with this introduction, I will continue to start the lesson. Please get your books out!" go back to his desk and start giving away the subject matter.
The clock has shown that at 13:50 WIB the school has ended, the students scattered out of class and went home .
As usual, the 3 Dara came home together in Zhill's car. Ya Zhilla was a single daughter as well as Nia, Fariz and Dhea, but her wealth was unlike Fariz's parents. Zhill's parents were entrepreneurs in the Bakery field, but that didn't make Zhill an arrogant and greedy child either. While Dhea actually had a twin sister, but when they were 1.5 years old, Dhea's sister was stricken with Leukaemia which made them lose their lives, making Dhea an only child.
"Where was it? or go straight home?" asked Zhill to her 2 best friends.
"I went straight home to Zhill, don't know if Dhea." answered Nia casually.
"Sama.gue immediately go home too, free also I ajakin if not complete right.." look back where his friend sat.
"Yaudah if that, Mr. Min we immediately go home too.but anterin they used to be sir!" tell Zhill to the driver.
"Well Miss Zhill!" according to Zhill's orders.
During the course of the atmosphere was only silent, usually Dhea was the noisiest among the 3 Dara, but for some reason since Fariz's lesson earlier he was just silent without a word. Maybe her Shock Therapy got a teacher whose killer exceeded Mr. Siddiq's.
"Dhe.kamu tumben diem aja from earlier, usually the most nyerocos.hhhhh" Zhill broke the silence by teasing Dhea.
"Hahaha.again lazy me, cake is not that spirit since the arrival of the teacher very very very very killer it, the killer is menggeleparin mr. lo Nia.kalo pak Fariz tuh haunted! hhhh" said Dhea growled.
