Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 49: Storm

“Stop you guys!” Erika shouted out loud. His shout managed to stop Myria and Friska. He rushed over.

With Risti, Erika stood with her chest puffed up in front of Myria. His gaze sharpened as the turmoil of jealousy and tempestuous emotions, burning the soul.

Erika's one hand pushed Myria's shoulder quite roughly. “Seneng lo get attention from Kasa?”

Friska pulled Myria back. He pat Erika's hand with no less rude movements. “Do not murmur, deh, lo!”

It's not Erika that she's silent. He smiled sideways, then spit to the side. “Always heroic lo, Poor Girl!” The insults were thrown at the same time the foot stepped on Friska's shoes.

Without a pause, Friska immediately shrieked in pain and made Myria panic. The young wife of Space looked down. “Fris, are you all right?”

Friska had yet to issue an answer, but Erika had already grabbed Myria's headscarf-covered hair. The golden opportunity when Friska was off guard, Erika did not take responsibility in acting.

Shouts of pain ran through Myria's mouth. Eric hurt her without feeling. The girl tried to fight back, but it was indeed so difficult.

“My!” Friska's pain disappeared immediately. He must stop Erika's actions before they get worse and more. However, as usual, Friska has not had time to protect her best friend, Friska steps restrained by Risti.

“Soaring lo!” Friska growling. He pushed Risti with all his energy. His two eyes were still watching Myria being dragged to and fro by Erika's actions.

“Biarin aja, anyway, temen lo it grasain as a result. Who told Deketin Kasa?”

“Lo's eyes are myopic?” Friska's words are no longer conditioned. Rude words came out loud and easily unhindered as his patient stock eroded with anger. “Obviously the Kasa that nyamperin my friend. Not Myria!”

“Same as a time.” Risti insisted on his assessment. A dark heart of hatred, it is difficult to weigh what is right or wrong. “Intinya, why should also be close to Kasa. That guy just looks like Erika. Not the same cute girls like you two!”

Can't take it anymore, Friska slapped Risti's face and hit her cheek to mouth. He grabbed Risti's hair to avenge Myria's pain.

The showdown of the four girls finally drew attention and stirred up the crowd. Both the underclassmen and the friends of the same level flocked to each other.

No one dared to break up. The students there just stared sad and panicked. Various reactions they showed, even some who still had time to record even though they did not know which was wrong and which was right.

Two Muslim students in the XI class immediately stepped aside. They took the initiative to report to teacher BK rather than wait for someone to stop the dispute of his upperclassman. Step two the girl was in a hurry, down the corridor to arrive soon.

Arrived in BK. The two girls immediately relayed what was seen, so the BK teacher rushed over.

“Stop!”

Erika immediately stopped her persecution of Myria, while Risti and Friska were still attacking each other as if hearing nothing.

The male BK teacher approached, then mediated Friska and Risti. He stood firmly in the middle and gave a sharp look. “You think this school is a boxing ring or a wrestling match? Where are your ethics as exemplary students?”

All kicep. No one dared to answer. A time like this, silence is the truest thing than punishment.

The 25-year-old teacher again gave the order, “The four of you, to my room now!”

Erika grunting. He clenched his feet repeatedly while walking behind with Risti. His mouth swiped an oath and swearing at the teacher BK in front of him.

Meanwhile, Myria prefers to resign to the situation experienced. Everything started from Space, again the popularity of her husband brought disaster. I don't know when something like that should be faced.

“My, aren't you tired? Udah, just say if Kasa your husband.” Friska spoke very slowly while confirming the hijab. Do not ask again the appearance of the girl, Friska's face is full of sweat and there is a claw wound on the left cheek because of fighting Risti earlier.

Myria looked at her best friend. He nodded and looked down. “It's not that easy, Fris.”

“But if you are a fan of kayak gini, don't say the same Kasa, the two crazy girls will disturb you continue.”

Myria's chest felt tight. Her tears had already pooled in the fertilizer and were held back so as not to fall. Just last night he talked to Angkasa if happy married, but in fact, nothing is perfect. All things will not be separated from the problem, including the silent marriage.

The teacher pulled out a book and a pen, then looked at the students one by one. “Note your names and classes alternately.”

Starting from the very end, Erika replied. Then, Risti followed beside him and continued Friska and Myria.

“Why did you guys fight?”

No one answered. Erika the case maker was also silent and declined to comment. He felt innocent and only responded with a lazy expression.

“Bapak asked once again, why did you guys fight?”

The young teacher's voice was loud. Although classified as beautiful, but when behaving like that, the man looks creepy.

“He envies my best friend, Sir!” Suddenly Friska answered to make Myria and Erika both aghast.

“Host mouth lo!” Risti is back. He came forward and almost attacked again.

“All quiet!”

The 5x5-meter-long teacher room instantly echoed as the owner of the room shouted. The man sighed as it turned out to face the female students as strange as the male students.

“Father ask one of you to explain the chronology of the incident. No need anything covered.”

Risti and Friska were about to explain together, but the BK teacher was immediately sensitive. “You only.”

Friska's index finger was pointing at herself. “I, Sir?”

“Iya, you. Describe.”

Friska embraces Myria. He starts talking and gives the teacher a picture of what happened, while Erika and Risti repeatedly refute what Friska said.

“It's enough!” Troubles ceased. The teacher stood up from the chair, then piled the table with two hands. Not long after, the man re-enforced. “Bapak ask your parents to come here tomorrow.”

A very surprising decision for the four girls. Moreover, Friska, her mother will certainly rampage when she gets an invitation to a school that is not related to administration.

“But, Pak—”

“Father will not accept or hear your protest.”

“Pak, but we are not wrong.” Friska is still tight. As much as possible, he did not want to give the student guardian invitation paper for delinquency in school.

“Who is wrong who is right, you still need to meet your parents.”

“Sorry, Sir, I have no parents.”

Myria's words distracted everyone's attention. Friska beside him grew even more embrace, while her teacher frowned so deeply.

“You ...”

“I'm an orphan.” Not finished teacher BK talk, Myria first tell. “My mother died about three months ago and my father had no idea where she was from when I was born. Either alive or dead too.”

“Barthy child times he, Sir!”

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