Be My Wife
Bad Moods

Retha returns to her class with a gloomy face, and her lunch plan with Adrian ends up picking up grass on the sidelines. Luckily the area he was removing the grass was the edge of the volleyball field at the very end of the school, not too crowded like other areas, but still he became a spectacle of some students passing by. The student who thought that Retha was close to Mr. Haidar changed immediately, in fact she was close because she would be punished not for special attention. Students now think their handsome sports teacher has a special relationship with the daughter of the principal who is an art teacher.

Retha clucked annoyed considering the events in the room earlier, Miss Astri so desperately approached Adrian. “Awas aja ntar at my home aduin to Mama to be scolded!” his gerrick.

“Ngadu what, Ret? Ngadu if you are told nyabutin grass so that Aunt Freya get angry Pak Haidar?” guess Tanesha, “that you will get spray Aunt Freya to learn the real sport.” Further.

“Opaan is not connecting, Nes!”

“Well to whom?”

“Tau ah I bete!”

“How much I am the same, Ret. Earlier this morning smile was not clear until his wife Pak Haidar, uh in the afternoon even nybutin grass in the field. Well if you are lo his wife, eh is not possible.” error fast.

“Kalo lo deket same Pak Haidar just not possible anyway.” Further.

“Stop, New! Don't talk about that teacher anymore, make it a sprain!” Retha took the pen and scrawled the last page of her book, as usual a tangled cable picture here and there.

“Start, kumat.” Sindir Tanesha's. If his best friend has made an ugly picture, it is certain that his current condition is not okay.

The last hour that was supposed to be his favorite lesson suddenly turned one hundred and eighty degrees, just seeing his teacher come made his heart even more upset. Yes, art lessons with the beautiful and fashionable head teacher Bu Astri are a favorite of Retha. But that only happened until yesterday, today no longer. I don't know because Ms. Astri approached to continue to be around Adrian or because her lunch event ended up pulling the grass, which clearly Retha so dislike the beautiful teacher. Until the end of the lesson, Retha did not pay attention at all, his hands were straight forward to look attentive but his mind was somehow floating where.

“Come home with me? From lo bad mood like that what if we go?” Take Tanesha.

“Kaik ngajak lo!” Tanesha Ejek.

“Bodo highly! I was not invited to come along. Wherever the mother-to-be of my children go must be in escort, ntar Om Arka worried if his favorite son wandering alone. I am the husband-to-be in charge.” Rifki.

“Not a storm! We walk now, play until malem can also tomorrow holiday.” Lerai Retha's.

“Serious to malem? Ntar wanted Aunt Freya. I'm telling you the future in-laws first let's not worry.” Rifki's getting ready to get her phone out.

Retha took Rifki's phone and stuffed the flat object into the pocket of the sweet black man who always followed her wherever she went. “Nevent gone, Ki. I have the same permission Mama kok, can.” Retha said, lying.

“Now I'm free, I don't want to go home. Anyway it is free deh.” Further.

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I love double as a form of gratitude because my teeth have healed.

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