The North Pole Couple
Episode 3(Revised)
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All eyes were staring at the very beautiful hijab girl wrapped in a jacket. Adam only realized that there was a lost angel in his class.
Yura just kept silent because she was lazy to answer the question from her two-level senior.
"No mouth, look for attention" Valen said in a mocking tone. She was indeed a spoiled woman who fiercely had a spicy mouth.
"My clothes are dirty."Sahut Yura flat.
"Keep if your clothes are dirty you can wear a jacket in class, open it!!"Shouted Valen.
"Sorry senior brother Valen, you can't tell me to open this jacket because I've asked the same permission of the principal if my uniform is spilt and permission to wear a jacket."Sahut Yura at length.
"Who's name let me ask my grandfather" said valen imperious, his grandfather was the principal of Turnagara High School
"Yura Aikawa."Lazy leg.
"Just like this is my jacket"
"This is my own"
"My thinner anti heat,"
"Have me a branded jacket"
"It's got me never in Kim taehyung's wear"
"Thank you but I love Kim Seokjin," Yura said slightly softly because she wanted to display a sweet image in front of Valen.
Yoon Jin who wanted to stop Valen's actions stopped, Yura could face him casually. Usually the younger sister class will immediately shrivel up with Valen's spicy words.
Valen was upset and left the class, exactly once the bell came home rang so his embarrassment was slightly reduced.
Yoon is so amazed to see Yura who looks cool.
"Last of all, the event was held Saturday at 13:30 p.m., thank you all."Yoon Jin said with a faint smile. To melt the hearts of a million people.
"Yes, my brother."
"Make a handsome brother."
"Gomawo oppa."
"Sarange oppa."
Temptation of the ciwi-ciwi who know that Yoon Jin has Korean blood.
They eagerly want to follow eskul gaga. To meet Prince Yoon Jin.
"Yoon so, this biodata class has been recorded on this paper." said Yuki, a small-eyed woman, white as white as milk, with hair that was scattered like a wave model. He is Japanese Indonesian but his face is really like Japanese.
Unlike the Japanese Yura, but his face is not Japanese at all. His face was more dominant. Ya Yura is of Indonesian Japanese descent.
His father is Japanese and his mother is Arab. Yura is the third generation Arab. But his white skin is obtained from his father's genes.
Yoon So took the paper with a sweet smile. Makes Yuki's heart flutter irregularly.
"Thank you, when I just want to ask for biodata to friends, thank you very much," said Yoon so bent his body.
"Aaaa, there's no need to be that way it's not in Japan or Korea."Yuki
"Yura, this is a classmate's biodata."Rachel. Men of western descent with a handsome face, with a height of about 184 cm.
"Thank you, he said briefly.
Yoon so's heart shrunk slightly looking at the good looks of the man who gave the paper to Yura. Her westernized face and brown hair make her good looks striking.
Toktok!!
Yura knocked hard on the door of the iss spread Deha's gaze that was staring at every paper on her desk.
Yura handed her the paper without speaking anything. Deha also did not invite Yura to speak when Deha was a friendly child inexplicably when faced with Yura her mouth was reluctant to speak.
Yura came out without a word.
Deha shook her head to see the extremely cold and polar-cold underclassmen, the first time Deha had left the underclassmen when she met.
"Yur, I've been looking for you I think you're going."Oceh Yoon.
"I want to go home goodbye," Yura passed leaving Yoon so who was sculpting because Yura's response was completely unexpected.
"Basic polar ice, why is there such a woman." babbleh Yoon Jin suddenly came because long wait Yoon so who did not appear in the parking lot.
Yoon so a little jolted, "he's sweet." Yoon so died Yoon jin.
'Sweet of mana' Inner Yoon Jin.
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"Yur,ko did not know if you were home." asked Arin
"Yes, it's a secret home."
"Just yesterday I came this is still sealing my back"
"Yes, we just went abroad."Goda Arin's.
"Eh, at school we have a lot of cogan(bullshit) I can't afford."Whimper Fitri.
"By the side of Yura, it's crazy to ndak,kiyowo"timpal Arin is anxious.
"But the oppa tabog(hoga) is more heartbreaking."
"It's so cold"
"So that bull guy."
"It's not less handsome either."
Yura just kept quiet to hear the chatter that she found boring. With his trademark he walks while holding his chest.
Braam-bram-brammm !!
Rachel plays her traiker bike hard.
The ears of those who heard her snorted were irritated. Arin and Fitri covered both ears with both hands. Yura, he just frowned not like the noise made by Rachel.
Rachel runs her bike towards Yura.
He opened his helmet. He was very handsome on the orange traiker bike. Arin and Fitri were amazed by what he saw. The boy of the motorcycle gang takes Yura on his bike. Cool is what impressed in the minds of the women.
This was not separated from the attention of Yoon So and Yoon Jin. Yoon So feels that Rachel is really cool.
"Let's take me home." Rachel's bargain is soft.
"Thank you," Yura replied quickly. His two best friends rushed after Yura.
The sound boomed out of the familiar of Rachel's motorbike as she rode the speed of her motorcycle. He was upset his good offer was rejected raw.
Yoon Jin walked towards the car park. When in the car accidentally highlight his eyes right on the hijab woman who is wearing a helmet.
The little lady covered the dark glass of her helmet. Honestly, Yoon Jin was a little amazed by the beauty of the woman. But there was a sense that stuck in his little heart
Yura's helmet was comfortably mounted on her head, the black helmet glass covering her small face. Yura is driving a cute looking mini black Scoopy motor.
Despite the large line of cars and motorcycles in his house. Yura did act as if not from among the sultans. His humble attitude does not like to show off wealth. Many people do not know that he was the son of the sultan.
