The Hidden

The Hidden
Punishment



Ten minutes had passed I passed this path feeling peaceful, but a second later the sense of peace was replaced with a feeling of resentment.


'Bruummm'


There was a voice coming from behind me. I who heard the voice was suddenly shocked and because I could not keep my body balanced, I fell down along with my plate.


"Hey be careful when riding a motorcycle!", I shouted while looking at the biker.


While he who heard my screams only turned a glance at me without any intention to stop seeing my situation.


"Based on the child now already know wrong but do not want to be responsible", grumbled me while trying to stand up as my eyes.


After that, I checked every corner of my surgery, afraid that something would be broken, and sure enough. My chain now breaks into two parts.


"What's? how can this chain break up in the face of such circumstances. Soon the school will enter, my God, I will be late for school" I said.


Finally I decided to take my search to school and luckily the distance from the school to the scene was not too far away.


Arriving at the school parking lot.


"If you are here first yes, then when I go home to school I will take you to the workshop", I said while parking a piece.


Just a few steps I walked out of the parking lot, accidentally my sense of sight caught a motorcycle that was exactly the same as the bike that had shocked me to make me fall.


"The bike is the same as the bike?", I told myself.


"Hey you!, why are you still in the parking lot" shouted a teacher who was standing at the end of the corridor.


"Hurry over here" cried the teacher.


I who heard that went straight to the teacher.


"Yes sir?", I asked him timidly.


"Eh you're Nana, I guess who. Why are you still here at this hour?", he asked back in a more friendly tone of voice.


"Emm sir, I was late" I replied, bowing my head.


"Too late? it's not usually that you're late" she asked me.


"Eh, there was a small problem sir", I replied with my head down.


"Alright, next time don't be late again" he said.


"Yes sir, I'm sorry to go to class first sir", I said with a nod of my head.


"Nana, just meet you here. Please take this new student to his class. I have a little business" he said as he walked in a hurry.


I who heard the words of the teacher immediately raised my head to see it, but did not have time because he had gone first. And now in front of me was only a disciple standing with both hands in his pants pocket. The face and appearance that I thought was pretty cool, made me gasp for a second.


"Ehem", the silence broke the silence.


I who was caught admiring him hurriedly lowered my head in embarrassment.


"Let me take you to your class, what class are you in?", I asked him.


"XI IPA2", he replied as he continued walking.


The two of us walked in a quiet state, there was no conversation between us. Until we arrived in front of the XI IPA2 classroom.


"It's her classroom, I go first" I said before leaving.


'Tok tok tok'


There was a knock on the door from the XI IPA2 classroom.


"Excuse me" Bryan said after opening the classroom door.


"Yes, please come in, what's the matter?", the teacher asked as Bryan arrived near the teacher's desk.


"So you're his new student. Let's introduce yourself in front of a classmate", while allowing Bryan to introduce himself.


"Gue Bryan Alanka" he said in a tweet.


'Woi is pretty crazy'


'Cogan's'


'Seek dong's HP number'


'Have you got a girlfriend yet?'


'Ordinary'


Shouts the whole class


"Everything's quiet, Bryan you can sit next to Fandi. Fandi raise your hand" said the teacher.


Fandi who felt his name being called raised his hand. Bryan who had found out the location of his seat went straight there without saying goodbye to the teacher first.


"Jiahhh you actually moved schools turned out to be Bry, I think yesterday you just lied" said Fandi after Bryan arrived at his seat.


"No, I never lie" he replied with a cute look.


"Tai lo", Fandi replied then they both laughed.


Elsewhere


'Tok tok tok'


There was a knocking on the door.


"Get in", a screaming voice from inside the classroom.


Nana who heard him directly entered the classroom with her head lowered with her finger squeezing firmly into her skirt.


"Where did you come to class at this hour?", asked the teacher fiercely after Nana was in front of him.


"I'm sorry sir, I was late" Nana replied in a trembling voice.


Because the teacher was notoriously grumpy and could not hold back his emotions. Gracia made the atmosphere even hotter because she said that Nana was just looking for reasons not to follow the teacher's lessons. The teacher went up and punished Nana for respect under the flagpole until the break was over. Nana could not explain what had happened to the teacher because she was too afraid, and rushed to the field to carry out her sentence.


About 40 minutes Nana respect on the field, he felt his hands began to ache. He checked the clock on his wrist.


"Hour 09:55, less than 5 minutes", Nana muttered while wiping the sweat on her temples.


During the break, Bryan and Fandi were in the cafeteria, at the corner table enjoying a bowl of meatballs.


"Why did you move here? I thought yesterday you were just boong" said Fandi while drinking his iced orange.


"What did I ever boong? I moved because my papa transferred duty to this area. That's why my family moved here" Bryan explained.


Fandi who heard Bryan's explanation only ber oh ria responded. Bryan looked around the nearby building from his seat. He spread his gaze towards the field, he saw the figure of the girl who had helped him earlier this morning being punished under the flagpole.


"Why were you in a cool all-around class?", asked Fandi.


"I'm the same girls, the same as in my old school" he explained.


"About has a cute face lo" said Fandi, then the two laughed at each other.


Bryan rolled his gaze again to the field but the girl had already left from there. Bryan continued to eat, after he and Fandi finished returning to their class.


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