The Romantic Story of a Loner High School Boy

Chapter 80: The Arrival of New Students

Because of the sound that sounded loud enough, all the disciples seemed to be astonished. They were stunned, when they saw the figure of Syifa who suddenly spoke loudly in the classroom.

Syifa turned her head towards her friends, she then walked over to Daffa and the others, stomping her feet.

Just getting there, Syifa immediately put on an annoyed face. "He didn't do that, I know that!"

Hearing it made Bella a hanger. Bella slightly raised both her hands towards Syifa, as if she was trying to calm her down. "Yes-iya ... Relax Syifa, that's not sure, really."

"But not usually you know, we see you belain Daffa, until angry like this." Bella.

The others nodded. "Well, it's true what Bella said ...What are you, Syifa?"

Vira smiled a little. "Again the moon, yeah? ... "

Hearing that, made Syifa blush in embarrassment. He was repeatedly mocked with words by his friends.

Daffa who only heard and listened to their words, also felt uncomfortable in him.

"E–eh? ... Aahs ... Nope-no. Why are you talking there."

Not wanting to be constantly harassed by his friend, Syifa then shook her head, her face back to how it was.

Syifa wiped away a number of hairs covering her forehead, just before saying anything. "Bella, by the way, who did you hear that fake story from?"

Syifa looked at Bella with a half serious look on her face.

Suddenly and also unexpectedly, they compactly changed his facial expression to flat.

Starting from Bella, he raised one of his hands, then his index finger pointed right at Farrel. "I'm from Farrel."

Knowing he was appointed, Farrel immediately pointed at Ridho. "From Ridho."

Ridho pointed towards Vira. "Vira ... "

Vira turned his head, he saw he was the last one appointed. "A—I also know from the student chat in another class."

"Well, right ... "

Syifa took a long breath. "Huf ... Yes already. Next time, you also do not follow the spread of hoax news. Poor Daffa, right? He's confused and plonga-plongo himself."

"Plongo-plongos? Uh ... I'm even very offended by what he's saying that's true." Daffa muttered in his heart.

Not only Bella, but everyone who listened to her also nodded her head. "All right, Syifa."

"Daffa, forgive us well ... " Say Bella while slightly bowing her head.

"Ah, yes. Don't think about it."

As a sign of his apology to his best friend, Bella then approached Syifa and clasped her hand. "Syifa, it looks like you've changed quite a bit, since the last time we met."

Syifa was quite surprised to hear that. "Eh, do I look like I've changed?"

"Yes, slightly. Everyone who sees you, also has definitely noticed."

"Uwah ... !" Hearing it instantly made Syifa feel very happy.

His eyes were extremely twinkling as his palms held onto his own cheeks. It could all happen, due to his growing sense of excitement.

In the middle of the crowded classroom, suddenly there was one of the students who entered the class while shouting. "Everything is sitting fast, there is a Bu Fitri outside is heading here!"

In a matter of seconds, everything had settled down neatly, including Syifa.

It had been a few seconds the students had been waiting, finally his footsteps bu Fitri appeared through the classroom door.

Just like the other students, Daffa also looked stunned when he saw her. Because of her figure, she was no stranger to Daffa.

"T–not wrong anymore, it's Melly." Daffa muttered in his heart.

As for Syifa, she immediately felt excited when she saw her figure enter her class. It's possible that Syifa knew it first, that Melly came to her school.

Syifa then waved her hand to Melly. "Melly ... "

Melly replied to him with a smile while waving her hand as well.

After entering the class, Ms. Fitri immediately sat in the front seat. While sitting, Ms. Fitri also explained a little, about one of the women he took to class.

"My children, today the class of the city the arrival of new students ... Please Melly, you can now introduce yourself in front of other friends."

Melly nodded. "Okay, Master."

"New disciples? Twenty-four students are already crowded, let alone one." Daffa Mumbles.

Confidently, Melly was alone standing in front of the blackboard, with her face always smiling since then.

Not only that, his gaze was also so relaxed and not nervous, when standing in front of many students, that he could make Daffa amazed at his confidence.

Melly spoke as she moved her hands back and forth. "Hello friends ... ! My name is Melly Veronica, call me Melly. From today on, I will join the class. So I hope, we can get along with each other."

When Melly was introducing herself in front of a classmate, Daffa was more focused on talking to herself.

"About ... What's Melly's goal? He moved to this school, after Fandi and his friends left. But what I heard from Syifa, Melly is someone who is very close to Rio."

"This ... Just a coincidence, or nothing at all? ... " Murm Daffa in the heart.

For no more than a minute, Melly closed her mouth, just after she had finished introducing herself.

Melly looked confused, she looked to her right. Melly did not see any empty tables and chairs before her eyes.

Instead of staying silent and waiting for her teacher to realize it herself, Melly prefers to ask directly to Ms. Fitri.

"Bu Fitri, where am I sitting next to him?" Ask Melly while facing Fitri.

Bu Fitri just remembered, he also patted his own eel. "Astaghfirullah ... I forgot."

Bu Fitri then stood up from his chair. "This class is the picket schedule already made or not?"

"It ... Ms ... " Some of the students in the class answered him simultaneously. And some other students, some pointed towards the picket class schedule was located.

The feeling of bu Fitri was quite happy, when he heard positive answers from his students.

Ms. Fitri then immediately told some students to take a table and chair, which would be worn by Melly.

"Then the boy who was picket monday, I asked for help ... Ambilin one pair of tables and chairs in the school shed." Pinta bu Fitri's.

Hearing his words alone, it made Daffa feel called.

Daffa grunts. "Why ... Why is the picket schedule chosen through absenteeism? Why must it be Monday? Why should my absent number be four?" Daffa gave his own upset, in his heart.

Not with the words of his heart, Daffa mouth just received well his request bu Fitri. "Ready, Mom."

Daffa then stood up from his seat, but it turned out that he was not alone, there was another student who also stood like Daffa.

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