Zombies

3: School

This body was the body of a 3rd grade High School teenager. The times that are said to be the turning point towards maturity ...

Despite the fact, Nanda had no impression at the time except the feeling of being pressured to study in order to graduate school and enter University. Besides those? He has no impression.

Therefore, Nanda tried to remember his past while scrolling and replying to some chats from his friends on the smartphone screen.

After a late breakfast, Nanda shuts herself in the room. No, not to read a novel, but to recast his memory while in the 3rd grade of High School.

Oh, he was almost caught by his mother, it made Nanda almost have a heart attack. Well, if suddenly someone's character is different .. uh, Nanda would bet he would be mistaken for possessed.

Therefore he immediately ran into the room, scrolling through some chat while trying to remember the faces and names of his peers.

Chat group classes discuss tasks that must be collected tomorrow. This made the teenager wrinkle his eyebrows. Another problem he now faces. As soon as the photo and the screams of some of the class children discussing the answer to each question appeared on the screen ...

Nanda realized he had forgotten all the lessons of 3rd grade High School.

Pluks.

Upset, the teenager threw his smartphone into a pillow. Oh, for whatever it is, he prefers the practice of army training to studying and racking his brains!

Be it his present self or his former self, there is no change that he hates learning! The problem was that he was clearly already sitting in the 3rd grade of High School! The most rigorous times to re-examine all science from the megalithic age to the oh-age, forget it. Complaining will not produce anything.

Massaging the base of his nose, the fat teenager frustratingly walked to the study table and sat there.

Silent for a while, Nanda began to think about some of her plans calmly. It makes the fat hands move. Take a memo and a pen, then start writing a plan this year.

Lose weight at least 10kg

He won the top 10 class champion.

Saving/collecting money.

Enter the University in this city.

Nanda smiled looking at the four plans. Oh, he's in no hurry. The one-year plan that is made does look simple, but if you are off guard a little, one plan can not be achieved.

Hence well ... let's start the plan from today!

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Waking up at 5am when the alarm went off, Dewi yawned and in a daze the first thing she did was grab a smartphone, open the app and see a message from someone who was given the name Bang Toyip.

a voicemail was sent a few minutes ago, the voice of a man played.

"Darling, good morning!" the cheerful voice of a man danced in the room. It sounds clear and soft too. "I know you're still angry, sorry baby .. yesterday and today I really can't go home, but for sure, this month I'll be home. So, please .. baby, change my name in your contact. How could my husband be named Bang Toyip? I'm still your favorite husband, right my honey?"

The voice recording ended. The goddess snorted, but could not help but smile. Her husband was always like this. They rarely met, it was very difficult to go home, but the man could always make him angry because of these sickening dreadful words. Oh, totally palyboy. Luckily the man was only playboy to him and his son, when to others ...

The goddess shook her head. The sleepiness just disappeared. Getting up from the bed, the woman replied with one word.

Tombal.

A second when the message was sent, Bang Toyip called. Obviously, looks panicked because left to sleep in a sulking state. This made the Goddess feel amused. Unable to resist, he picked up the phone.

"Good morning Mama" the man's voice sank, greeting with full vitality. "Baby, how's the sleep? Dreamin' Papa, isn't it?"

Men in their 40s and still talk like teenagers who are dating and hooded typicalmaran .. oh, Dewi does not know to laugh or grimace with this activity.

"Mama? Mama, don't you say anything? Still angry, right? Dear please ... don't be angry anymore, okay? Papa really misses Mama's weight, so-"

"Stop," Goddess couldn't stand it. They're old, okay? Wasn't her husband self-conscious enough? "I'm not angry," he said - success made the caller sigh in relief.

In the end, Dewi took a few minutes to chat with her husband. Well ... routine activities in the morning still have to be continued. The goddess took a bath, then came out of the room fresh and walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

But this time, something was different.

"Da?" Dewi parroted, somewhat surprised to see the backyard and found a fat figure who was still wearing pajamas, sitting cross-legged on a layer of folded blankets so as not to feel the cold of the cement floor.

"hmm?" Nanda muttered, but his eyes were not open. Clearly still concentrating and unaware of Mama's strange gaze.

"Gapain you?"

"Yoga."

The goddess immediately remembered that her daughter wanted to .. diet? This made the beautiful woman pierce her smile.

Nanda is usually hard to wake up. This child will only wake up at 6, rush to take a shower and breakfast and then go to school. Though clearly, the school bell rang at 06:30, but his son never rose for years. Always late, or even too late. Make the teacher picket head bobbles in frustration.

This morning was clearly different. Oh, the motivation to add pocket money is definitely something effective. Well, if you know the result will be like this, why did the Goddess not say that way in advance?

The woman shook her head. He did not bother his daughter back and chose to be busy in the kitchen. Oh, if he teases her, Dewi worries that Nanda's mood for diet is ruined. He did not want his son to stop at the beginning or even in the middle of the road. Therefore ... well, he must support only this child of his puppet.

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"So, Da want Mama nyiapin diet menu what tomorrow? Or ntar malem gk dinner and eat fruit instead?"

Nanda, who was enjoying breakfast with mama's green bean porridge, suddenly looked at the woman in confusion.

"Diet menu?"

"Yes, you're on a diet again," the Goddess nodded, looking at her daughter seriously. "Diet is not only exercise, but also regular diet loh!"

"Please, Nanda knows how to Ma, '" Nanda hurriedly said. Afraid her mother would start cutting her rations. Oh, he does not rush to be skinny, at least he will control the habit of eating junk food and get used to moving a lot. Drink plenty of water and yogurt to control your appetite.

Naturally, a healthy lifestyle will make his body accustomed and Nanda is sure he will take care of it by himself..well, immediately force yourself to be thin by cutting his rations, and Nanda is sure he will take care of it by himself, Nanda was convinced that he would be easily tempted.

"Mama kayak is normal, but well .. if you can add fruit as a vegetable. No need to batesin Nanda's rations."

The goddess looked at her daughter doubtfully. "You sure?"

"Aish .. believe me Nanda, when can this beautiful Mama's child not be trusted?"

"Oh, Mama inget time last month someone said he would not buy another novel continues a few days later, wet ketangkep is reading a newly purchased novel ... ."

Nanda grinned, then sipped the vanilla milk until it ran out. "Well, this is and it's different."

"What difference?"

"So now Nanda wants to go to school" Nanda laughed, got up and saluted her mother. "Nanda go first, Ma! Beautiful Mama Nanda, do'ain Nanda got to school and came home safely huh!"

Goddess grunts amusedly. The child was obviously running away, but this beautiful woman had no intention of nagging. Oh, this kid's mouth is definitely like his dad's ...

"Be careful on the road."

"Okay, Ma!"

Then without delaying back, the teenager who was wearing a white-gray uniform came out of the house. Take a leisurely walk while humming towards the bus stop which is outside the housing complex.

Some neighbors greeted Nanda. Surprised by the whereabouts of the teenager who left in the morning. Normally, the figure would be running around with an extream, panicking overwhelmingly and not this relaxed ...

Well, to be honest, the school and the house are not too far away. Just a few minutes by bus. He can even walk and walk faster than taking a bus when the road is jammed. But when reminded of his body that easily sweats ...

Okay, Nanda would rather go home on foot than go to school on foot. He did not want to get to school soaked in sweat. Anyway, inside the bus it's air-conditioned.

When he arrived at the Stop, Nanda found that the Stop was already a bit crowded. Many students like him, but also many students and office employees.

No need to wait long, Nanda who just arrived, found her coach bus coming. As the teenager thought, the bus was full. But luckily, only he himself entered and slipped into the sea of humans, no other residents who participated nimrung so that the bus again walked.

All the chairs were full, many people were standing and crammed into each other. Luckily, AC buses tend to be strong. At least it doesn't really make people feel out of breath.

The bus runs according to its path. The cityscape along the way, fascinated Nanda. The tall buildings, shops, schools, houses .. oh, the atmosphere of the city that was destroyed and turned back into life like this. He even had to refrain from attacking or avoiding people who patted him on the shoulder or approached him from behind!

Swallowing his forced saliva, Nanda hurriedly got off the bus as soon as he reached Stop 3. Luckily, although he was a bit dazed, Nanda was still conscious of his goal so as not to pass the Stop.

Some people in similar uniforms were seen. Nanda did not pay much attention to the surroundings anymore. The teenager chose to walk straight, following his memory to a building where he studied.

"Woah Neng, tumben dateng cepet," the school guard greeted, smiling at Nanda who was approaching the school gate. The mustachioed man with the face of the sangar did look like a market thug, but Nanda was very familiar with it.

Pak Bidin body type burly hello kitty. It looks good but is actually kind and friendly. His smile was like a demonic grin, it was not a khiasan but indeed his face was able to make a little child cry. Fortunately, many students and teachers are aware that Pak Bidin is a good person.

"Woiya dong, Nanda is in 3rd grade, can't be late."

"Good, good!" Mr. Bidin is bothering. "Pertahanin keep kayak gini, Neng!"

"Ready Sir! Nanda defense for sure!"

"Nl!"

Nanda reflex dodging. However, his heavy and inflexible body made his reaction more sluggish. The figure who wants to pat his shoulder successfully-provides a goosebumps sensation to the body of the teenager.

"It's not too late!"

Nanda swallowed the forced saliva, the desire to be rude almost out. Her survival instinct and sudden touch made her reflex want to defend herself and counterattack, but the woman hurriedly suppressed her. His surroundings were now so peaceful and his aggressive actions would be seen.

"Yulis ... can you not ngagetin?" Nanda sighed. Patting his chest in dramatic style. "What if I have a heart attack? Is that a heart donor?!"

The tall teenager rolled his eyes. The girl with a height of 165cm was so beautiful with curly hair pinched one. Her eyes were brown, her skin was white with an enchanting arab face.

Isabella Yulis's.

From the voice and face, Nanda instantly recognized him. The figure of a friend he missed so much .. oh, see it again, make Nanda can not bear to laugh.

"Why lo?" Yulis looked at the friend she was embracing strangely. But not waiting for an answer, the beautiful teenager back chattering. "Oh yes, tumben lo gk active in the group? Lo abis quota huh? Physics is already out of business?"

"Yes," Nanda said in a disdainful tone. "What about me is that, little!"

"Huh! Your style is exorbitant, usually also cheating!"

"Have a son! Good boy and diligent-oh! Sir, we're in first!"

"Ahahaha just go in there Neng, copy her PR spit so as not to upset the teacher."

Yulis. "Okay sir, we're in first!" he then dragged the fat guy to their classroom building. "By the way, you're really not late, what's lo harini?"

"Eh! Gorgeous gini even spelled the devil!" Nanda pouting. "Yes, yes, the angel."

Yulis immediately put on a vomiting pose.

"Why you? Getting pregnant? Oho! How many months has the child been, Mom?"

Yulis rolled her eyes. "100 months."

"What's a 100-month-old kid?"

Yulis smiled sweetly, then gracefully patted Nanda's distended stomach. "Mom, it's been over 100 months, why not go out?"

"THE CAMP!"

Nanda could not help but cuss to make Yulis laugh. In the end, the two run into class-forgotten themselves that are no longer Kindergarten children. But no one cares. The name of the school, as long as the teacher has not entered the classroom, students can do whatever they like.