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The Human Heart Tissue Culture

The end of August is still his passion to follow the lecture of lecturer Lis. Tissue culture lecture is not usually I lazy to follow. Either my mind is branching off. Don't know me. What is clear is that my life is not in her math class Lecturer Lis. Forgive me Father.

My eyes followed the whirling clock of the wall in that class. It's really good to dream like this. No one is a negur. Netraku wandered out far away nun there.

"That's...!!!" call lecturer Lis instantly with a high tone.

The fat who was on my left immediately diverted my daydream by elbowing his elbow on my forehead.

"What the hell are you, Ndut !" The Fatty just glanced and blinked his two eyes and moved his lips until he came forward. Mumbled, though,

"Call Mr. Lis, all right ?" instantly I looked towards the eyes of lecturer Lis.

"I saw from the beginning of the entrance, until the middle of my course, you never pay attention to me, Fal ? Is this a class for arranging daydreams huh ? Are you going to experiment by splitting your daydreams here and there huh ?" Immediately Mr. Lis pointed with his index finger towards the outside of the classroom. Immediately I was made to bow shyly and shyly, because the attention of the entire class was watching me.

"E.hm... Sorry Mr. Lis."

"What the hell are you, Falya. It's not usually you don't focus on my college hours."

"Ehm, there's nothing, sir."

"Alright, Mr. Lis." grimacingly held the embarrassment of holding back the shock. Astaghfirullahul adzim paper task is very heavy. That's a lesson I don't understand yet. Where asked to make the paper run out was presented in front of the class next Sunday. The literature I hear must be a lot and from various sources. Oh my God lemes me,, where is it You should be a group presentation. Fate... Where the hell were you Lin. Think about what you are. Tomorrow do not daydream again.... Wis kapok...

" Modayar for Kowe, False. Salahmu dhewe kowe daydreaming from the tip of the kulon to the east end is not bar-bar ough." jeloroh Fat (your own fault, Er. You daydream from the west end to the east end is not finished).

"Let's know. Think karo mlaku. Beware ra mbok perwangi hajar kowe." his Solo log out medhok gaes. Which means, I don't know. Think while walking. Look out if you don't want to help me, I'll beat you up.

"Don't help prayer, Fal. Kuy ongel tissue culture. I Mbah e Ra ISO Iki chapter course would like. Iha why did you offend Lecturer Lis. Kon gawe Pisan's. Bejomu Fal...!" the translation is like gini gaes approximately, Do not help prayer yes, Fal I just can not culture the tissue is very difficult. E lak kok you did not follow lecturer Lis. Asked to make a paper. Your fate, Fal.

"Kowe Ki finds me PO piye, Tin. Wis Yo ngono ae lah. Scales e mumet Ra karuan. " (you are insulting me yes, Tin. It's been done. Than I'm dizzy).

"Excite yes, Fal. Yen needs literature golekne Fal. But no golekane mas Ahmad, Sik Yo.." cengenges AW. (Excite yes, Fal. If you need literature, you will not find it. But I'm looking for Ahmad first yes.).

While I grinned,

"Kuwi meneh, I wis trying to forget. Kok Yo mbok elykne eneh to W, AW. Rajak e Kowe seneng I tormented the pressure of the heart ngene kieh." (That's again, I've been trying to forget. How do you remind me again to W, AW. Looks like you'd rather I'm tormented by this kind of heart pressure).