Tomboy Girl's

CHAPTER 63

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The son came out of the teacher's room and followed Mr. Hatta the homeroom teacher behind him.

"You be careful, may Mikayla recover quickly" said Mr. Hatta gave a white letter to his student.

"Thank you sir." Reply the Son crucified the hand of the guardian after taking the letter that was proffered.

"But, you're sure, will permission that long? Not afraid to miss your lesson, son?" ask Mr. Hatta to present this student

The smiling son knots trying to understand the intentions of this homeroom class. "I've been thinking carefully sir to the point that it's almost charred, so long I think." replied the little chuckle Son made Mr. Hatta shake his head.

"You are the same, still the same."

"Well, yes, sir, the only difference is that now I'm more handsome. Yes, no, sir." said the Son with a funny tone that made Pak Hatta chuckle a little.

"Yes, you don't intend to say goodbye to your friends?" bargain Pak Hatta with his typical Javanese accent, stop when it reaches right in front of the local class which is also the Putra class. It just so happens that today Mr. Hatta is teaching in his class.

The son smiled while shaking briefly. "I am just a permit a month, sir, instead of changing schools, Mr. this how anyway." said Putra followed the Javanese dialect of Pak Hatta.

Pak Hatta chuckled small. "Yes, he is afraid that you will miss anyway." replied Pak Hatta with his special witty tone, making the Son again chuckle.

"Party son yes sir, afraid to miss this plane." said Putra a little bragging.

The son laughed at the speech of his homeroom teacher, he was used to joking with Mr. Hatta so there was no awkward between them.

The laughter of the Son that was too loud or the school corridor that was quiet because it was now class hours, made the classmate who was working on the task of their homeroom teacher, looking at the door was no exception Septian once.

Septian stood up from his chair, making Jeon who was sitting next to him look at him in surprise.

"Where are you going?" jeon asked, in fact he knew Septian's intentions because he also heard the laughter of the Son. It's just that he wants to mince words in order to pay attention. Really imaging.

"Toilet, just hang in there." Septian replied, not entirely lying.

Mr. Hatta and the Son turned his attention when he saw Septian coming out of the classroom.

"Where are you going Septian?" asked Pak Hatta still with his friendly attitude.

Septian did not immediately reply, he looked at the Son at a glance to notice the appearance of the man wearing jeans in a pair with his short-sleeved shirt. Looks staylish with the sneakers he wears. Making Septian frown a little, why didn't Son wear the school uniform?

"Septian, where are you going?" ask Mr. Hatta repeating. Septian slightly flinched, returning to the real world. He immediately neutralized his expression not wanting to make the Son think strangely about him.

"I'm allowed to go to the toilet for a while sir." said the statement, which was carried by Mr. Hatta.

"Don't be long, out of the toilet you have to come back again." recalls Mr. Hatta who responded to a brief nod from Septian.

"Well sir, I say excuse me first, afraid late." said the Son again opened his voice, and then crucified the hand of Mr. Hatta.

"Oh yes, you be careful Son, greetings to Mikayla."

"I go first sir." said Putra passed until lost at the turn of the corridor.

"Well, why are you still here?" asked Mr. Hatta was surprised to see the existence of Septian who was still unmoved.

"Ah, I'm not so ketoilet deh sir, already ngak mules again." said Septian scratching his temple, a little confused want to react how.

"Just go in there." tell Mr. Hatta who was nodding Septian.

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