The Romantic Story of a Loner High School Boy

Chapter 81: No Longer Looking Low

Daffa and the student stepped on their feet, they both walked forward towards Fitri

Before doing his orders, the two of them had a conversation first with Ms. Fitri for a while.

After Daffa and the student finished talking to Ms. Fitri, they would walk out.

However, the steps of the two of them immediately stopped, because suddenly, their class president, Ridho, raised his hand up.

"Bu Fitri, can Farrel and I help him? Let's take her easier."

Bu Fitri. "May, yes already ... The four of you go straight there."

The four of them nodded simultaneously, then immediately galloped out of the classroom simultaneously.

No more than 5 minutes, they have returned to the classroom, with the condition that is carrying a table and chair.

"Just put the table and chair in the back ... Behind Daffa's seat." Tell bu Fitri.

Daffa who heard that, as if he felt objection and himself immediately complained.

"Eh, wait-wait. I have objection ... Why is it behind me?"

"Doubt, yeah? ... On the other hand, it's up to Melly where she wants to be."

Melly interrupted in the middle of their words. "Eh, it's okay, Mom. I want it in that corner, too."

As a result, Daffa's complaints were useless. Because Melly was very adamant, to sit right behind Daffa.

Inevitably, Daffa had to accept the fact, even though he was very objected to it.

One last touch and they will finish the job. They were finally able to neatly arrange the table and chair, behind Daffa's seat.

"Plac!"

"Plac!"

"Plac!"

Daffa patted his own palm in succession, shortly after he had cut it.

Daffa sat in his chair, he was finally able to sigh freely. "Huh ... "

But now is the time, for Daffa and his classmates who have to face Compulsory Math lessons from Bu Fitri in the morning.

At the time when Ms. Fitri was about to start her lesson, suddenly appeared again, one of the students who raised his hand up.

It turned out that this time the one who pointed his finger up was Syifa. "Mom, I'd like to ask you a question."

"Yes, what do you want to ask, Syifa?" Reply to bu Fitri.

Daffa frowned, the feeling was really bad, when his mind was wondering what question Syifa would ask bu Fitri.

His premonition said that Syifa would talk about the incident this morning. "Please don't talk about me in front of them... " Inner.

While sitting as usual, Syifa spoke and asked Fitri something. "It's about Fandi. Is it true, Fandi moved because Daffa did it?"

"Eits, who said it?"

Because carried away, Syifa to stand in her seat and also speed up the tone of her speech. "Many, Madam ... They all thought Daffa did it."

Bu Fitri sighed, her smiling face pointed at a Syifa. "No ... That's not true at all. Fandi, Fendi, and Fundi, they moved out of this school because they asked for it themselves and they said, it's also for their own good."

"They also left a message to Mom, for Daffa and the message was very funny, you all want to hear?"

"You ... !" Answer the students simultaneously.

Bu Fitri was unceasingly laughing. "Haha ... What happened to you guys, anyway? I think it's so exciting."

Daffa held back the embarrassment when he heard it all over. His face was made as mediocre as possible, but in his heart he felt a great sense of shame.

"Aaggio ... It's a shame, if it's such a shameful story, I'd rather just stop it." Daffa muttered in his heart.

While Syifa, she remained standing upright there, with her cheeks slightly reddened.

Even so, Syifa was still able to speak very smoothly in front of her classmates with her smiling face wide.

"Bu Fitri wants to hear the story?"

"Bole—"

"You ... !" The disciples suddenly interrupted his words.

His classmates looked very curious, the classroom atmosphere became a little noisy, when whispering about Syifa.

Daffa plonga-plongo looked right-left, he became confused himself so panicked.

Daffa looked for a gap to make a sound and at the right time, he immediately gasped to speak. "All of you calm down, we better deal with the story, anyways there is no pull it—"

"Shut up!"

His classmates immediately denied his words, already so Daffa also got a sharp gaze from all of them. "God ... "

Syifa turned her body towards Daffa, she seemed to move her hands and face, which was like saying it would be fine. "Just calm down, don't worry."

Daffa shook his head, he still seemed to disagree with her. "No no no ... "

But Syifa paid no heed to Daffa, she turned her back and continued speaking. "Gst ... Okay, I'll tell you the fun part."

His classmate instantly fell silent and sat down with his face facing Syifa.

Syifa also began the story while moving her hands, so as to look more dramatic. "That night .... "

Daffa rested his head on the table, his ears closed as much as possible, so that he could not hear the story of Syifa that he already knew. Because Daffa knew, he himself was clear in the story.

Daffa let go of all the murmuring of his voice in his empty heart, until he only realized one thing. "Eh, isn't this what I want? They'll think I'm close to him, but no more than a friend."

"With that ... They're definitely not going to demean me anymore, are they?" Mumbled Daffa quietly.

And sure enough, after Syifa had actually finished speaking in her class, it was just when her lesson bell ended.

His current classmate, indeed no longer looked down on Daffa.

But envy and envy were overflowing in their bodies, forming an unwearied gaze from them upon a Daffa.

Before leaving the classroom, Ms. Fitri told her students who had made a mistake with Daffa, to immediately resolve it with an apology.

But not only that, because today is only filled with storytelling, Ms. Fitri also took the initiative to give quite a lot of tasks for them, of course with the material that has been studied by his students.

"Come, on apologize first. Make this a habit ... And don't forget to do the job, too."

During this time, Daffa was completely preoccupied with his friends, who kept coming in turns while apologizing.

Daffa with his usual face, he accepted their apologies as best he could.

But there was one thing that Daffa really knew, all the students came with half envious faces.

Connect ....