The Long Distance Relationship
Part 3
During this week, we were intensely communicating with each other even though we could be called very rarely meet.
Maybe because he was in class 10-8 (whose class is the same as the canteen, BP room and basecamp aka the farthest behind) and I was in class 10-3.
Maybe we could only face each other briefly in the cafeteria or in the motor park (karrna I ride the bike and the motorcycle parking right in front of the basecamp him) but that alone has made this heart relieved. I don't know what the leg is, but this is what I really feel.
A few weeks passed, the more intense I communicated with him felt very comfortable with this communication.
Maybe he feels the same way as me, or maybe not (i think in my heart).
Hmm, I don't know. I hope he has the same taste as I felt today and yesterday.
Finally, she expressed love for me and asked me to be her lover through the message she sent.
At that moment my heart was completely beating irregularly, my breathing was like it was hard for me to reach, and my body temperature suddenly changed..
Whataa??
She feels the same way as me?? Masag anyway? Is it possible that he states this too to all the girls he likes?
But-tapii..
Crazy guy, brave guy shot from sms.
Hah, CUPU guy.!!
or did he deliberately express his love of sms so that all the girls he shot no one knew each other if they were shot by the same guy?
Jola: Darn, how dare from sms. Direct dong.! or maybe you're afraid of the girls you shoot, you know? haha.
Ram*nda: Want to? Answer me, ntar directly I just realized again. Dih, stop. I am so real about my feelings as you doang huh.
Cola : Masag? Cowardice.!! You dare to hurt.hahaha
Ram*nda: That's not it, just wanti-wanti. So you want ga? So my girlfriend?
Jola : Right away, I replied. Goodbye, Gudnight.
Ram*nda : Dih, crashing. Answer me first, I'll shoot you again.
Jola: No, thanks
Ram*nda: Promise me that if I'm accepted I will shoot directly. But answer "yes" first yes.hahaha
Cola: Ga ah, ga gentle.
Finally, a while after he persuaded me, I replied "Yes".
Sure, and I definitely answered "yes".
He's a figure who can make me comfortable with this school and with all the things in school, even I always look for him if he doesn't look me in the eye.
A few months passed by feeling full without me realizing that I was stuck again in a love of different religions.
~Test of class increase will start in the next few weeks.
For your information, my school hours learn from
Monday-Thursday at 07.30-13.00
Friday-Saturday 07.30-12.00
And every Saturday I did not enter, because I had to worship.
To take care of my permission for Saturday holidays, it might be said to be easy.
It's just that, my sociological teacher was very opposed to that.
Yeah, I got it.
Sociology lessons are only on Saturdays.
But, I have tried my best to do the task sheet, pr and other tasks on Monday.
Yeah, but that doesn't make any sense.
~The end of the semester test arrived.
I, who was in the classroom, looked at the door. Suddenly my sociology teacher came, with a face full of anger.
He also walked closer to me.
Arriving in front of me, he immediately raised his hand to my cheek while saying
"You think with you taking the exam today, I'll give you a good grade? ha?Do not expect you to get good grades from me, just from your duties and exams today.Although today's exam you are all right.!! Not that you get good grades from me.Remember that"
*Yes, he spoke that loud and loud to me.
Yes ma'am, (this is all I can answer)
he also left my class.
And I went back to doing my exams, silently shedding my tears with a painful feeling at this time.
why perih? The class saw the scene. Seeing me being treated and excommunicated.!!
But, its okay.!!
Because what I'm fighting for is my religion, not lies.😁
~Awarding at home.
Jola: Ma, I was slapped and warned by my sociology teacher.
Mom: Ha? how can ka? What was?
Jola: He said "I don't expect good grades from him".
Mama: Oh my goodness, here and there ka (while stroking my hair).
Yasudah, what do you want? Do you want to change schools? because you until the 12th grade will enter on Saturday. Mama also understands the feelings of the mother, your partner who was never present in her class, who never met face to face with her can she give good grades. Impossible for ka.
Jola: Yes ma, just want not embarrass me in front of my friends. There's a BP room, or a teacher's room.
Jasseh, pray for the mother. Later finished the report division we love him something yes.
Jola: Dih, why is something given?
Mom: it's okay. So you want to move to school? Maybe to a private who can take a Saturday off. The country still goes all Saturday.
Jola: Mauuu ma (suddenly raka appears in my mind)
Mom: How to become a gini? There must be something to this, right?
Jola : Engga kok ma, tapiiii
can you, if you go to school in Raka ma school? hehe.
Mom: Yes you are. School is also on Saturday. I mean our school mama aja (Our school \= school founded my religion, for those of us who want to go to school there without thinking about licensing a Saturday holiday).
Jola: Well, if that's where I don't want ah ma. That's-that's my friend. Ga in that church, ga in school also it's 😭.
It's far from our house.
Mom: Yes, yes, so what?. Ntar deh, mama spoke first with your opinion (mama from my mother)
Ja: Okay ma, Jola to the room first yes.
~After arrival in room
Whahuh? moving schools? Loh, loh, loh. How could I not think of separating from him?
1 School rarely meets. How is the school different?
Astaagaaaahhhg Jolaaaaaaa.
why am I not thinking??
Just dating, masag should be far away.
Hah, how dong ya 😥
But, uh,
I don't want to, I have to move. What Mom said was true.
My grades will also be destroyed all in the field of study that entered on Saturday.
Hah, I should really think about it.
