Being Struggled Due to Debt
CHAPTER XVIII

Shania, stepping moved from the back of the class, walked away into her class. Arriving at the door of the classroom as his feet were about to step inside, it turned out that there was a group of women bumping, he heard they were discussing Bara's unbeatable good looks and, worse, worse, Shania heard someone impersonate her, so they all laughed together. Hearts warming. However, he did not enter the classroom, he stepped back slowly, and clumped under the window to hear the further talk of the group of women. Almost five minutes of eavesdropping, Shania heard that someone said it with the term grass looking for horses.

“Grass find horses? What does it mean” asked while scratching the head that does not itch. Shania put her hand in her skirt pocket. Issued by her hand-held phone, she then opened the search app to find out what the word grass is looking for horses. And the answer that comes out is, women who seek or pursue men. “Ohh this means,” murmured in the heart.

“Ehhh, you know no, that Shania is sasimo”

“Sasimo? Sashimi kali” denies a.

“Sasimo bego's! You think he's a salmon sashimi? If sashimi is typical food from Japan” said Jeje, while pinching the head of Porche.

“Lantas, what is sashimo” Tanya Porche.

“Sana here mau” says Jeje spontaneously.

“It was yes. But, why sasimo, not sasimu” Porche again asked.

“Styles now weird well. The letter O can be replaced with the letter U” said Porche continued with a face full of confusion.

“Ah, don't know. To be sure, it is the term of today's children”

“That's why, update the latest information often let me know. Every day just read a book so, it tuh” oceh Jessy while showing her annoyed smile.

Now, Shania's heart was completely burned, in the mind of her head, she was eager to hit a man.

“They've been so outrageous. This should be taught a lesson. Because, if left alone they will feel right” said Shania while clenching her hands, accompanied by a snapping of teeth, making her more gregety.

In the midst of his anger, came Mr. Erik,

“Shania's Knock. Why is he playing under the window?”

“Shania!” call Mr. Erik. The sound of this call disturbs Shania's concentration.

“Shania what are you doing there?” Ask Mr. Erik.

“haaaa!” Shania was surprised, she jumped up. But unfortunately, his head kissed with a window.

“Auhhh, sick” he said, while his left hand rubbed the head ridge.

“Pak, why should it surprise me anyway. Because of the father, my head became benjol” Shania cerocos mouth continues while showing her sad face. “I didn't surprise you. But you were surprised when you heard my voice. I think you're the secretary of the osis who should have pointed the right way, you better get into class when the bell comes in. Instead, sit under the window like a debt collector” stressed Mr. Erik.

“So yes sir?”

“Ia”

By the time the word came out of Mr. Erik's mouth, Shania immediately stepped out of her feet, heading for the door to enter the classroom. While walking, his hand continued to rub the lump on his head, let the pain decrease.

On the basketball court, Bara still feels annoyed by Shania's treatment, very alay. As Bara recalled, during the courtship, until now, when they had become former, this was the first time Shania had given Bara drinking water in the crowd. Truly a step phenomenon.

“Ahh fuck him!”

Bara then moves from the basketball court to the boys bathroom to replace his clothes. In front of the bathroom, he went inside. When inside he put all the clothes wrapped around his athletic body, he then wore a uniform after finishing, Bara turned on the tap of water for him to wash his face. When it's all over he's out. His hand held the doorknob and then pulled.

“Cekleek” sound door open.,

Bara went into her class, all the way through class X MIA A to XII IIS C, all the female students cheered, and called her name, making her feel ashamed of herself. When he arrived at class, Bara hung a bag on the back of the bench, and immediately went to sit and gather with his classmates who had formed a small circle in the corner of the class. They all sat down and sang with guitar accompaniment while pretending to celebrate the victory. Almost twenty-five minutes after they sang, Dita came in with a pen, she went straight to her friend Jeno, and said.

“Honey drink first” said Dita when handed a pen to Jeno. They parodied the Shenia style of giving drinks to Bara.

The singing voice stopped.

“Cie-cie, who he says has moved on. Kok now refer again” Jeno scorned Bara.

The ridicule from Jeno tickled the hearts of the class friends. However, no one dared to laugh except, Jeno. Bara is not rude to his friends. It's just that, when there are others who laugh other than Jeno then, the look on Bara's face will change instantly.

“Hei. Bro, me and Shania, that fussy chick. Already broken. Just him, who begs me to return the same. Bara so loh” he boasted.

“Yes, three of you broke up but reconnect. So this time, I'm sure, that you'll be back again, with Shania.” Snapping Jeno.

“For this time, no longer bro,” Bara reply. When pulling and getting closer to Jack's bench.

“Hopefully bro” retorted Jeno while hitting his best friend's shoulder three times.

Pock

Pock

Puk.

They all sang back.

In class XII MIA.

Shania sat down, on her bench, thinking about how, to get back into a relationship with Bara because the relationship they had built was very long, he said, but it all ended when he saw Bara with a woman who was taking shelter at a stop near Salim's cottage when, Shania came home shopping from the market. On seeing clearly Bara used his jacket to cover the woman's head so as to be deterred from the splash of water that descended from the sky that afternoon.

“Actually who is that woman exactly?” Ask Shania inwardly.

“I have to find out”

At that time, Shania devised her plan, to go to Pak Salim's cottage.

The school bell rang, all the students went home to their homes. But Shania went by ojek, she was held captive by Mas Oi, who was a neighbor, close to Bara. Mas Oi, then step on the starter and turn on the motor. Sheina rode the motorbike, the motorbike drove, towards the cottage Mr. Salim. On the way, Mas Oi asked his passengers.

“Where are you going?”

“Ke cottage pack Salim”

“Neng who often go to home to Bara right?”

“Ia. How do you know?”

“I am his neighbor.”

That time, around five in the afternoon, Shania arrived at Pak Salim's cottage. After he paid the cost of traveling, Oi went straight back to the front ojek base of the Thousand Island High School, Linggo.