Be My Wife
time = money

“That's your eyes glaring right away. Cute right? So can not wait to spend tomorrow, want to learn the sport with Mr. Ganteng.” Tanesha said, while Retha still continues to look at the new teacher with all-black clothes and super dazzling white shoes. Not only his class, other students also seemed to suddenly focus on the field. Do not ask the row of students who are in sports hours at this time, they all look in admiration at the figure of the new teacher.

“Retha! I want to know you tuh.” Sindir Tanesha nudged his best friend's arm.

Ck! Retha back nudged Tanesha, even harder. “where there is I ngences, all cravings nyokap pas pregnant I am obedience.”

“That's how you can see Mr. Ganteng. Calling you lo?”

“Again, good to you!” refute Retha, “lagian if I am not wrong see well, because from here it is less clear, far away. I think I know him, know him well even.” Further.

“Know where? Don't bother, Ret. We'll see it too now.” Tanesha.

“Know outside times Nes, kan temen lo sugar baby.” The new Sindir Windi docked to the side of the class.

“That mouth asks sewn what is chopped shoes? Chalk select!” Rethas began to get emotional.

Tanesha immediately distanced his best friend from there, brought the girl back to his chair. “already no need to be served, Ret. Partially if his sugar daddy model kayak Pak Ganteng mah I also want to be sugar baby.” Further.

“Iya sono lo learn first same temen lo who sugar baby senior tuh.” Cibir Windi then looked into the field, “Yes my goodness it was guru.”

“Everything back to their respective bench!” shouted the math teacher after he helped make sure the noise was in the middle of the room.

The lesson continues until the turn of the clock, Retha and Windi are summoned to the BK room. Both asked permission to leave the class to the teacher who was teaching and then walked along to the BK room, if not with the picket teacher can be sure the two will return noisily because since earlier they continue to be satirical with each other.

“Oh this is the one who dares to hurt my son.” Said Farhan, his papa Windi.

“Pak Farhan please be patient a little.” Sela teacher BK, “Retha, sit down first. The letter was already given to the parents?” tanyanya.

“So I have to wait for your father?” asked Farhan loudly, “do you know how valuable my time is? Every minute and every second, my time is money. I don't know how many millions of money lost just because of taking care of little thugs like you.” Strictly Farhan with an intimidating look.

“I don't have time to wait for her parents, Mom. Sorry I was busy. The point is I still do not accept my son being hurt. I asked a student like her to be expelled from this school. In addition to his attitude that hurts friends, his promiscuity can also defame the school.” He told the BK teacher.

“So I've been kind enough not to demand that he be imprisoned for having mistreated Windi.” Further.

“But I don't charge Windi, Om. I also feel sick, even my head hurts more because Windi pulled my head I fasted so much.” Retha defended herself, “lagian if not because Windi nybar slander also will not hurt him. Windi's starting, Om.”

“Diem you! Not polite old man again by the way.” Farhan Sentak.

“Old people but dare to be the same boy.” Grunts Retha.

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