Young Marriage for Marriage
One hundred and twenty
"Why are you here? Run away? Why run?." Ask Zarine streak.
"We've been around your nyari 4." Abdiel replied after his breathing was normal.
"Ouh yeah forgot we don't know the position to you hahahaha.pardon me well." Akifa said he did not feel guilty.
"Hayo we go to BK room first nganterin 4 ciwi-ciwi this." Take Zarine then.
"We wait in the back garden of the school, tired we run away." Reject Rafka.
"Ok, let's go first, assallammu'allaikum." Hail Akifa.
"Wa'allaikum sallam." Answer the boys.
8 The woman walked away from the warehouse area.
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...L A N J U T A N...
...P A R T's...
...K E M A R I N . . ....
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"Eh? What's going on in BK's room?." Abdiel wonders.
"There must be a need for Mr. Tanto." Obviously Abhi.
"But there was no extermination for our wives, do they not have the same case 4 girls earlier?." Terka Abdiel, and the anxious strokes on her face were clearly visible.
"His richness is not possible, I saw there were 1 girl who had a head down with a hair of no hair was rich enough to run out in that jam, did she run out of violence?." Guess Rafka.
"Whether it's Alfi, Akifa, Zarine, ama Tika doing bullies, Gua is suspicious about the 3 girls who are herded by them." Obviously Abhi was convinced.
"Yes let's go to the back garden, tired Cave wants to sit while enjoying the breeze there." Abdiel shadowed his eyes and stretched his hands.
"Here come." Take Rafka.
They walked towards the back garden of the school and began to sit on the benches available there.
In front of the BK.
"We're not going back, I'm afraid of Mr. Tanto." Sandra.
"You're bully Rida, aren't you afraid?." Ketus Alfie.
Sandra and her two other friends who were just silent did not speak a word earlier.
"Sir Tanto won't eat you, your meat is bitter!." Seru Akifa did not give birth to ketus.
"The three of you will at most only be given a score penalty from Mr. Tanto." Zarine.
"How many days is it roughly in Kak's score?." Ask a girl who is standing to the right of Sandra.
"Well, how do we know! I'll accept the punishment score later, as long as you don't get out of school you still profit." Tika said.
Akifa knocked on the door of BK room.
"Get in!." Calls from within.
8 The girl entered while saying hello.
"Assallammu'allaikum Mr. Tanto." Their greetings.
"Wa'allaikum sallam, sit on the couch." Said Mr. Tanto.
He was sitting on the sofa, of the 8 girls who entered the BK room only Sandra, her two friends and Rida were sitting.
"What's this problem?." Ask Mr. Tanto firmly.
"We're 4 and we're having Sandra and her two friends act rudely to a junior named Rida in the warehouse, sir." Tell Alfie without fear.
Alfi also pointed to the person who is the victim and perpetrator.
"Before introgating those 4, I'll ask you guys first, what are you doing near the warehouse?." Mr. Tanto stared with his sharp gaze.
"We're walking near there, sir." Answer plain Zarine.
"Really? You guys aren't going to bully, are you?." Still suspicious, Mr. Tanto.
"No use to him we do bully-bully rich they gini sir, ngitorin hands, what else soon we pass, want him to print a good name himself, not print a name of the nettle." Long Alfi explained that the Zarine, Tika, Akifa berbengguki compact.
"Yes you may go, but later I will ask for your testimony, no one will refuse!." Firmly her.
"Siap sir, yes we've left first, assallammu'allaikum." Greetings to the 4 women at the same time.
Zarine also walked out of the room and walked towards the back garden of the school.
Arriving at the destination.
The women immediately sat down and ate the snacks that were near them without waiting in the line right by the men.
The men shook their heads to see the behavior of their wives.
"What was in the barn?." Rafka asked after she remembered the thing in front of the warehouse.
"There's our junior a 10th grader named Rida, she's in the same bully as an 11th grader." Answer Zarine.
"Bully?!." The 3 men asked while looking at each other.
"Yes bully." Obviously Tika.
"Gua thought our school was free of such things." Abdiel's Mum.
"What's the root of the problem this time?." Ask Abhi.
"Turkey." Answer the lazy Akifa.
"Who? The kid's here, isn't he?." Kepo Abdiel's.
"Know the Pras?." Ask back Akifa, she was actually lazy to talk about the guy.
"Playboy stamp lizard is a scramble?! Rich is no other guy!." Ketus Rafka's.
"We 4 also think it's Yang." Tympan Zarine.
"Hadoyyy. si Pras emang can't look at a girl." Sahut Abhi lazy.
"You can tell Pras is handsome?." Zarine asked with her innocent face.
"Why do you ask that? He's ugly, still my dog!." Ketus Rafka replied, a jealous tone is very obvious in the words of Rafka.
Zarine chuckles knowing her husband is jealous.
"It's not what I mean, what do I mean, he's rich, how's his temperament? How come Sandra is so bad?." Zarine.
"Let's explain our beautiful Zarine, so gini, Pras is a tall guy, his skin is yellow but his taste is for mercy, so gini, one school fitting she first enters here her special chicks are smitten looking at her-." Tika explained, but suddenly Tika's speech was cut off.
"Mistake the Armpit, not flirted, but fascinated!." Akifa pressed the word Enchanted.
"Again, Gua continued his story, the Pras was fitting the initial 10th grade about 6 months all in him was closed tightly, tai after the 2nd semester of 10th grade, the, the real nature of her out all her, the most famous is her playboy." Tika's details are clear.
"Lo's details are clear." Salute Akifa.
"Hoho yes dong." Arrogant Tika.
"Let's eat her snacks, just go to class." Rafka said.
After the conversation, they were busy with food.
15 Minutes later the class entrance bell rang and 7 members entered each class.
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