Mardinal: The Assassin's Adventure
Chapter 41: The Student

“Eh! Uh! Uh!”

Suddenly, Mardin's daydreams broke when Bobby and Cungkring approached his stool, while Dimas simply turned back because he was sitting on the front bench of Mardin.

“What's uh, uh, eh? Kebelet muck you? To the toilet, sono. Intar nusahin people anyway,” said Mardin rather uncomfortable on Bobby.

Bobby must have been talking about the girl. Because, Bobby who looks most interested in the presence of the silver-haired girl.

“Dih, tumben you sewot gini, Mard. You're usually the most haunted.” Soon Bobby discussed the topic in question. “Eh, that girl was cute. I'm curious, he's a new kid for which class.”

“Tadi pass in front of class 11 Social A2, tuh girls will enter the class majoring Social,” replied Cungkring.

“Social Department, huh..?” bobby sounded disappointed. “Kukira will enter atari.”

“Keep why if for example certain girls enter our class?” Mardin has a chest. “You want to apply, so?”

Unexpectedly, Bobby even snapped a finger with an enthusiastic face. “Good idea, Mard!”

Mardin glared at him. “But! You're crazy, Bob! Where did the money come from for him? Gold wafts, you?! I was just talking, you know.”

“Bener, Bob.” Dimas justifies Mardin's speech. “Don't you just because you often read harem novels. She's cute, looks shitty anyway. You're the one who might have guessed him.”

Dimas continued. “I'm fascinated by him, but still self-conscious.”

“Ta-but, he was looking towards us, you know?”

“What he saw was not you, but Mardin, Bob.” Dimas pointed to Mardin.

When he said so, Mardin immediately turned to look at the window. It feels bad that you have to talk about women's problems. They feared they even betrothed Mardin to the girl. Mardin ‘kan so uncomfortable.

“If the Mardin is appraised, no wonder me. By ‘mah, she is handsome,” comments Cungkring. Then shovel Bobby, “Lah, there? What excess? Excess fat, so?”

“Aulah. Cungkring. This excess fat stuff...” Bobby whipped his distended stomach. “If I can share, I share it with your body. Let there be shapes there dikit it's your flat body that.”

“Cock body problems?” ask Dimas wonder. “Can't it not say people's bodies?”

“Know, tuh. The Cungkring who started.” Bobby asked Mardin again. “OK, I have ‘dah crush on girls. But, Mard. If he really has a crush on you, don't you?”

Mardin took a deep breath, already content with this topic. “…. Males ‘lah I discussed the like. Now, I want to focus on my business, study, gardening, writing novels, working at my uncle's bar so I can get money to pay for kos.”

“Ah, do not cool you Mard when invited to talk about girls.” Bobby sewot's. “Say you don't like.”

Dimas actually felt uncomfortable with the debate between Bobby and Mardin just because of the new student problem. At first, Dimas' mouth was gaping to advise them, but was restrained because a student suddenly came to them.

“Eh, have you seen there is no cute new child.... really?” ask the student enthusiastically.

Bobby immediately replied, “Iye. You saw that too, right?”

“Ho’oh.” He nodded. However, his facial expression turned somewhat pale. “Not only new students at this school. We also have a new teacher.”

“Hah?!”

This time, Mardin, Bobby, Cungkring, and Dimas were both shocked by this one news.

“Who? Teacher create what subjects?” ask Cungkring curious half to death.

“Heakh?!”

The four of them suddenly heard that the new teacher was going to teach the cursed subject. In fact, they are comfortable to be taught by Mr. Rohman because the person is a bit lackluster, only giving material, if there is PR, the origin is not reminded will not be collected.

“Emang why Mr Rohman? How until replaced?” This time it was Mardin's turn to ask.

“Lah, you know for yourself that Mr. Rohman is old, it's time to retire.” The student continued. “But lucky, anyway. For now the new teacher will teach in the 11th grade of Science C1. So, we can see first how the nature of the teacher.”

The four of them both squinted their eyes at the explanation of the student. Because the class in question is their class, learning mathematics in the first hour today.

The question is, who are these students? They certainly are not from their class.

“You are from which class?” ask Bobby.

The student looked a little confused. “I'm from class here, kok.”

“This grade 11 Science C1. Our class that entered the first math lesson,” timpal Mardin anyway. “You're not from class here, kali.”

This time, the student's face began to look tense. “La-lah…? It's not class 11 Social C1, huh?”

“NOT!” mardin and his friends shouted at the same time.

“Lah, ‘lali me..!”

Patting his own head, the student hurriedly walked out of their classroom feeling embarrassed. Mardin and his three friends were so surprised to see the departure of the student they did not know at all.

“Kok can children from other majors stray here?” ask Dimas while raising a little glasses that began to sag.

“Know, tuh,” timpal Mardin back. “Still young already senile.”

“Mental pain I think he was,” comments Cungkring origin.

Before long, the school bell rang, indicating the first lesson was about to begin. Mardin, Dimas, and children from the other 11th grade of Science C1 are also ready on their respective benches.

Some of them looked tense and some almost broke out in a cold sweat after knowing that the first lesson of the day would be taught by a new teacher. They wonder who the new teacher is. And they hope that the teacher can be as comfortable as Mr. Rohman when studying mathematics.

A moment later, footsteps sounded gripping approaching their class. And when the figure stopped in front of the classroom door, they spontaneously turned their heads together.

“What's here class 11 Science C1?”

All the students were stunned by the arrival of the new teacher. Because, the teacher looks handsome, neat and authoritative. His face showed the firmness that he was a very disciplined teacher in teaching. Even his charm had made all the students there instantly fall for him.

One class was amazed by the new teacher. Not with Mardin. The red-haired young man looked astonished at the presence of the new teacher. His appearance was very familiar in Mardin's eyes.

The tall body, the long silver hair tied high in a ponytail, the bright blue eyes protected behind the glasses lens. And do not forget something that has become his trademark.

Green sports shoes that hit once with the style of formal clothing in the form of a suit.

“Ha-Haku..?”

How did the killer become a teacher at Mardin school?

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