Wrong Target Revenge

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Anchil managed to answer quickly, as well as Sagi who helped him. In terms of mathematics, Sagi mastered it. In English lessons, Anchil answered first.

A few hours later, SMA 09 received the trophy. Anchil and Sagi smiled, facing everyone who saw him. Especially two teachers who have been loyal, accompanied him to North Sulawesi.

Broken it! Czechoslovakia!

The sound of camera shots, shooting their pictures. Sagi and Anchil glanced at each other for a while, before finally getting off the stage.

"Congratulations, you have won the race" Hu Din said.

"Yes Mr. Hu, thank you." answered both of them.

"You are indeed talented students and students, making the name SMA 09 fragrant." Didit was proud.

"What we do is a small thing sir" replied Anchil.

"I didn't expect Sagi to be so smart. Though I had time to judge, he as a troublemaker. Because I boxed at school, and then I gave the punishment to clear the farm." Didit rambled long and wide.

"This is not fair to Sagi Pak, actually Amro and his friends are troublemakers. He likes to bully others, and I have no sympathy in this. As the head of OSIS, I can be said to be careless. Just pay attention to school activities, running smoothly or not. But it does not also propose to the school, to make the community anti-bullying." replied Anchil.

"It's also our fault that Anchil, as teachers, should be more thorough. Eyes should be really detailed, paying attention to the school environment. Don't be stuck on a big, we neglect the task that becomes a must." Didit said.

"It's gone, too, I'm okay. Farmland can add creativity to students, in good and correct farming. So, just think of the punishment as a lesson." replied Sagi.

The two teachers were moved, to the kindly son of his student. They feel quite guilty for Sagi, because they are entrusted with the mandate to guide but are left to face everything themselves.

”Why Anchil, you stay good with me. In fact, I've made you miserable many times. Starting from the gastric solvent liquid, until by placing a bookshelf on you. Not to mention making your tires deflated, then scare the taxis by accusing you of being a plain robber. So at that time, you have trouble coming home.” Inner Sagi.

Geck! Geck!

Anchil opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

Gaga gives me a plastic bag. "This is pecel lele for you."

"Thank you" said Anchil.

"Yes, equally." replied Gaga.

After Gaga's departure, Sagi appears suddenly. He called out the name of Anchil, who was about to close the door.

"What do you want?" ask Anchil ketus.

"Here, I brought you martabak." Sagi gave the paper bag.

"Sagi, my stomach if hungry prefer to eat rice. More filling stomach, and it's a family tradition" said Anchil spontaneously.

"Can you subtly refuse. Even if you don't like it, don't push it in front of the person. You can throw it in the trash, without me knowing." Sagi hung his hammer, on the doorknob.

After that he left, without saying anything more. No, not a smile, either. Anchil picked up the paper bag, which he had hung.

The next day, they reached the airport. The plane will take off, return to Jakarta. Their business at SMA 03 North Sulawesi is done.