
“So, guys please come out.” The students in the class also walked out.
“Except Aisyah,” continue pak Dhiaz.
The exception was not a question mark in the minds of the other students. They knew very well that Aisyah was indeed Dhiaz's assistant sir.
It was Aisha who wondered. “What other tasks will Dhiaz sir command?”
monologue in the heart.
His steps stopped in the middle of the air-cooled room. He turned around to approach Mr. Dhiaz, looking for answers to the questions that had arisen in his mind.
Mr. Dhiaz offered his absence to Aisyah. “Direct three people to sign in!”
“Okay sir.”
Aisyah then took that absence with a slight tremble. The incident in Mr. Dhiaz's room apparently left a small trauma in his brain.
“You're in lately!” diaz sir orders without any additional movement.
With a feeling of airiness, Aisyah stepped out. “Alhamdulillah,” murmured in heart.
“Ilham, Keysya, Ismi, please enter guys!” aisyah said upon arrival outside.
With an unsteady step, Ilham, Keysya, and Ismi entered the room. Fear can't answer the problem in their minds.
Learning is not necessarily they can answer, especially not. Duhhh, it is indeed unlucky that the fate of students who are lazy to review old material in the subjects of Mr. Dhiaz.
“Please grab a seat each!” tell Mr. Dhiaz with his magnetic voice.
The three of them hurriedly took a chair and placed it in front of Dhiaz sir. They sat down like the accused ready to be interrogated.
Dhiaz's sharp gaze further added to the tension in the room. The heart of the three students sitting in front of him dag dig dug was not careless.
The first question now began to be aired Mr. Dhiaz on Ilham. “What is the function of the control against the extranes variable?”
Inspiration is silent, but a minute has passed. “You don't know either, right?” dhiaz asked Keysya, who was sitting between Ilham and Ismi.
Mr. Dhiaz marked his absence before asking again. “What about you Ismi?”
“The function of the control of the extranes variable is emm, emm, to be used as data in comparing sir?” experiments
“Yes, you are right. Good answer Ismi.”
The second question was again asked by Mr. Dhiaz. As before, Ilham and Keysya tend not to know the answer. While Ismi, she could always answer. Sometimes the answer is not perfect.
A few minutes have finally passed, some questions have also been pak Dhiaz throw. Now is the time to give an assessment for the performance of the three of them in answering questions.
“You are both remedial,” Dhiaz said to Ilham and Keysya. “Congratulations on you Ismi. You are not remedial,” he continued.
A smile graced Ismi's face upon hearing that. Inspiration and Keysya just relax, not happy nor sad. So often things like this happen to both of them.
“You may get out guys.” Mr. Dhiaz's hand leads to the door. The three of them finally came out.
Aisyah opened the absence. “Ainur, Marhani, Sultan, it's your turn guys.”
The three students who were also involved in the class. They were asked a few questions and were told the results afterwards. And so on until Aisyah was left alone.
Aisyah walked in with slow steps. Then sit in one of the hot chairs neatly lined up in front of Mr. Dhiaz.
“Mention core components in experimental research!” mr. Dhiaz said without turning his eyes away from Aisyah.
“Variable, effect, and measurement in the form of numbers sir,” reply Aisyah who lowered.
“If you talk to people don't duck! Not polite.”
Despite being advised, Aisyah remained down. He was too lame to stare at the eagle netra pak Dhiaz.
“So can't wait to justify this innocent child,” inner Mr. Dhiaz while smiling.
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