My love is Talks Thugs Market Sholeh 2 (Extended)
RAMA-NARA: LEGEND CLASS
Nara walks with Willy through several rooms in the middle of the school crowd. The children were running around, joking and chatting.
"Cupidddd!" shouted a chubby-cheeked girl, with bangs just under her eyebrows with ribbon clasps on either side of her head running around chasing the other students.
"Here yank! Catch me you're me cipoxxx!" his reply. This is another nosy jago nyepik, just that the love story with Mutia was never avenged, either because he was never serious, because he was never serious, or indeed Mutia who never thought he existed like jin ivrits.
"Ha-ha-ha! Saravvv!" another girl's booming laughter tagged Tasya came chasing after her.
Nara shook her head, with eyes that refocused following Willy's steps.
"What class are you, Wil?" nara asked, just this time she wanted to have a conversation with someone else.
"MIPA 2," replied Willy smiling.
"Nih Ra the principal's office," said Willy pointing to the room close to the teachers' room, with a sign on it.
The Headmaster's Office
"Oh, yes. Thanks a lot Will-"
"Do you want me to wait?" his question offered with a big smile, like a motorcycle sales smile.
Nara shook her head, "come on. Later I will be with the teacher accompanied by the class," replied Nara, apparently smiling to make a pegel but it's okay-so far the smile does not kill him.
"Well, I go to class first! Oh yeah, want a w.a number ? Let us call later if you need something, "a fairly profitable offer, Nara will need to be explored later.
"Come, here's my number-note.." pinta Nara nods Willy by reaching into her phone and noting Nara's number, while the girl flips her carry bag forward and picks up her phone from inside the bag.
"Ada?" willy asked as he tried to make a call to Nara.
The girl nodded briefly, "i save ya," Nara replied.
"Okay, see you Narasheila!" Willy waved and stepped back to not lose a second moment of prayer to Nara.
"See you" replied Nara.
Wh-tok-tok!
"Assynnya!"
Nara knocked on the door of the principal's room.
"Say there's a new student?" ask Dian.
"That's it, girl!" answer Mery.
"Hey, uh you guys ! Cash pay!" shout Muti.
"It's euy mules!" andi said, suddenly mules if you hear the word cash.
"Neither to alesan Onde! Buru pay, from the month of kemarenngak!" the girl combed Vian's name and counted the columns that were still empty.
"How many Ti do I have?" ask Vian.
"Om Vi two months! Where pay!"
"Just be just doang, then pay him mah, wait for a benefactor!" kekeh Vian who had just come, his hair was still wet randomly indicating he had just taken a shower.
"New disciple beautiful guy! Didn't see it on purpose in the brethren's room!" said the new dawn.
"What a beauty is just a gercep!"
Fatima's mother's name, she's an English teacher and student. His stature was slightly fat but tall, veiled and bespectacled, he was quite friendly. The first impression of one of his school teachers in Nara's eyes.
"Narasheila Caramelia Yudhistira right?" he lowered his glasses to the base of his nose to look at the faces of his new students.
"Yes ma'am" Nara nodded.
"Enter class MIPA 3 yes," he said, Nara's thin smile faded, even though he hoped to be in class with Willy cs, at least he had a friend who he had known. But what you want to say, it turns out that God and the teacher staff have other wills. Finally inevitably Nara had to nod, "yes ma'am."
Walking a little behind Fatima's mom, Nara memorized the paths and passageways leading to her class, turning right-and-then straight through the library and airy. Turn left, thankfully no graveyard or ravine. And when the steps of the pantofel shoes stopped, Nara knew that the class in front of her was MIPA 3.
One word in his mind, "Whisper!"
It's commonplace that schools will be noisy with the sounds of laughter and joking students, but this one is so emotional! Ck-ck, Nara's clucking, it doesn't feel like the school used to be this noisy. What he will feel at home, will he be able to one frequency with the contents of the class that is already like bakwan stuffing, ramee!! Because he is a person who loves peace, maybe his mama ngidam diem in the grave during pregnancy Nara, so his son is silent.
"Father! Look at the cupid turn it away! Tiara's book should not be put into the bag or Cup, "he said.
"Cups! Utah (don't) cup, later ask in marriage!" said the sengak-style slengean student, also less polite, because he raised his feet on the table.
"Assalamu'alaikum kids, good morning!!!" shouted Fatima until her neck veins popped, pity that this teacher can be a wayward student, more like children tk, than high school children.
"Slave (kids)!!! Eyyy!" fatima patted the blackboard hard, then they were silent.
"Sorry mom, I went to the bathroom first!" said a male student who looked a little neat, he was tall and white at the back tag Pratama Luqmanulhakim.
The student entered and reconciled this riotous class, fixing the sloping and messy benches like bawuran abis. Nara squinted at the male student who had just lowered his legs. Waitaminute! Wasn't he the one who just came in with that noisy motorbike right? Nara sighed, it seemed like her days ahead would not be easy. Because in fact he got a super duper-iuhhh!
"Assalamualaikum, morning student!"
"Morning mrs's. Fatimas!" answer them.
"Wilujeung enjing (good morning) ma'am!" the screams are different on their own.
"Papa, this is english pa-english!" sahut Tasya's.
"English borokokok!" toyor Vina behind his stool.
"Yee, da abi (me) is a big fucker! West Java is sunda!" the answer is bile.
"Okay class, before we start learning it. Someone wants to acquaintance and join us from now on, he's a transfer student from Jakarta."
"Woowww jekardahhh! Steady soul!" sahut Yusuf's.
"Narasheila, come in!" pinta ma'am Fatima.
The deg!
Her heart was pounding very fast as Fatima's mom called out to her, eager for Nara to run out of the gate and resign from this school, she said, but his legs seemed numb and even betrayed and then stepped into the classroom, cold sweat had poured out from behind the uniform. He swept all over the classroom, he could count the students in this class there were about 20.
The style of the capital child clings to this girl like ringworm, long hair on her back, and curly on the bottom adds to Narasheila's kegemesh, skirts and uniforms that are not too fit body but are fashionable style of children today, face without excessive makeup, like teenagers, more like Korean artists, more like Korean artists, anyway, generation Z makes klepek-clepek.
Nara stared one by one at the faces of her classmates to see their reactions.
The front bench is spread flat, not too dominated by women in the front area, on the right there is Dian-Mery, behind them there is Tasya-Muti, she said, then behind him again Yusuf and Tian. Slide the next little row there is Tama-Fajar, behind Rio and Andy, then empty. Slide beside Vina-Rika, Ridwan--Bayu, and Vian-Rifal, then Mita in front of herself and Gilang-Rama behind her, "Hay, my name is Narasheila Caramelia----" yet this girl continued her words someone cut her off on purpose.
"Well, naros heula?" (Huh, what first?) his lips while laughing, suddenly the speech became a joke of one class.
"Ck, si-@lan ! "the curse of Nara in his heart murmured a fierce look at the young man.
"Ramaaa--" rebuked Fatima's soft bu.
"Forward Nara," pinta bu Fatima gave a brief nod from her desk.
"My name is Narasheila Caramelia Yudhistira, you can call me Nara or Sheila" Nara continued.
"Dear, can't you?" sahut again chimed in with the nudity and grinning smile at Nara, the girl until blinked when the young man named Ramadhan winked flirtatiously at her.
"Darling wasp!!" vian cheers.
"That's a hive for h3!" replied Rio.
"Gaskeun! The gas! Brumm-brumm!"
"Dedek wants a mama balu, pa!" timpal Yusuf's.
"Grilla grandpa, cup!" tasya.
"Loe dedek annabelle!" cibir Tian's.
"What a giant loe! Maen nyamber!" ketus nan sewot Tasya.
"That-it!!!" leerai bu Fatima, if not reprimanded may not be finished until the bell comes home, can be up thumping in the classroom.
"I want to call you aja ahhh!" goda Rama's.
"Si Rama is a habit!" push Vina on her back.
"Diem or Vin, sirik! Lang, Vina wants to be in sosor she said!" said Rama.
"Amit-amit!" answer Vina and Gilang compact.
"Yes Nara, please sit on an empty bench" Fatima ordered. Nara circulates her gaze and finds the only empty bench and has a bench friend near a girl with glasses (Mita) but the alnya position is right in front of the boy just now.
Truly one misfortune alan haqiqi for him, "what dream am I semalem?!" nara was walking.
He saw Rama's smile growing when he knew Nara would sit in front of him.
"Hay Narasheila, I'm Mita-can I call Nara?" ask the girl.
Nara nodded, "may," Nara sat down.
"Wrestling! Smell the scent of heaven gini-bedah same abay! The smell of maye!" clawed.
"Saravvv njir!" said Bayu from the side bench.
"Throw the fragrance pa!" yusuf shouted from the left corner of the bench.
"Don't you! Will Muti be accompanied?" ask Rama.
"Down to laot!" sahut Rifal, the young man who always looks like a sleepy person. Ms. Fatima could only shake her head, it was not strange with the stuffing of the absurd bin legend class that always made these early retirement teachers.
"Hay, my name is Rama" he whispered right at the back, so close to Nara's ears, that his breath hit the girl's hair. Nara was surprised, she thought this class had inhabitants of her astral figure.
Nara looked annoyed, "swear! This is a really nice baby boy!"his mind.
Throughout the lesson Nara's back feels hot, maybe if a cheese, it has melted. He guessed the young man, always watching Nara. This girl does not dare to look, as much as possible she will reduce interaction with strange creatures like Rama, Ramadan has entered the list of no wahid ranks of students that he should avoid here.
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