Chapter 2

The bustle of the city on a sunny Monday began to be felt. Various vehicles have been seen thronging the streets. The noise from the horn and exhaust was deafening. There were street vendors shouting and selling their wares. The queue of buyers of chicken porridge located right on the roadside added to the traffic jam.

The occasional sighs and curses from road users enliven the atmosphere this morning. From a distance, a girl wearing a white and blue uniform got out of a car. He walked towards the edge of the road, then approached one of the middle-aged women in shabby clothes who was sitting on cardboard. The woman was screaming offering her betta fish while holding a toddler.

The girl held a book in her left hand and with difficulty her right hand reached into one of the pockets on the skirt. Next, he took out some red banknotes and gave them to the woman. After that, he nodded his head and walked away towards the white Toyota Alphard which was not far from him.

Without realizing it, a young man in a white and gray uniform with the same alma mater logo was now watching his every move from behind the steering wheel without missing a beat. The corners of his lips curved like a crescent moon. The young mans hand held his chest to hold back the erratic beating of his heart since earlier.

For some reason, there is a speck of a foreign feeling that creeps into the heart to disturb the conscience. An idea came to mind. He decided to get out of the car to just get acquainted but, unfortunately, he immediately abandoned it because he saw that the girl had already entered his car.

The entrance bell rang, making all the JBS group junior and senior high school students scatter and walk into their respective classes. A girl with a beautiful face named Davira Atmaja or commonly called Rara was seen walking a little running from the direction of the library while carrying several novels in her hands.

The girl is a bookworm who loves to read. At every opportunity, he always took the time to read thick sheets of paper containing various fictional stories. Not infrequently, this makes him late to eat which causes the girl to have an ulcer.

Looks like he really can stay away from that thing called a book. Wherever he is, there must be a book. Known to be a tomboy, smart, diligent, and kind but unfortunately, his attitude is cold and sometimes fierce. Once upon a time, there was a student in his class who was hit by an eraser just because it was noisy in class. Many called him a class thug.

Arriving at class, he dropped his buttocks on the oversized chair in the back row with his best friend. It appears that Peony Saraswati, commonly called Puni, is Raras chair, also sitting in a chair while posing in front of her flat object.

”Ra, where are you from? ” asked Puni without averting her gaze.

”Usually from the library, ” Rara answered nonchalantly without looking back and went back to her reading book which had not been finished because of the class call or the ringing of the bell.

”Wow! Bookworms are like that, aren they? In the morning, afternoon, evening, and night, their only job is to read books. Even when they walk and sit, they see books. It seems like the book is getting bored because you
e the only one reading it every day. hihihi. ” Puni said then laughed softly while covering his mouth with five fingers.

”Hmm. ” Briefly Rara without turning her eyes and still looking at the novel she had just borrowed from the library earlier. Puni shook his head at the behavior of his nerdy seatmate.

After a few minutes, a baritone sound and footsteps were coming from the door along with the distinctive sound of shiny leather shoes.

”Morning, children! ” Greet a middle-aged man in a batik uniform to the twenty students with his trademark smile.

The man is the homeroom teacher as well as a Mathematics teacher named Mr. Bubud Arti as well as a killer teacher at this school. His appearance made the activity stop for a moment. It made the class feel silent without any sound. Rara, who had been glued to her novel for a long time, was shocked when Puni nudged her elbow and then gave a code with her eyes to the blackboard, reminding her that the teacher had entered the classroom.

”Good morning, Sir! ” All students greeted in unison while standing and then sitting back after Mr. Bubud nodded his head.

Deftly, Rara folded the sheet she was still reading to mark it so she wouldn miss it and then put it in the desk drawer.

”Okay children, now turn to page twenty-five of chapter two and then summarize and study because tomorrow I will have an exam. ” Mr. Bubud gave assignments with great emphasis while checking student attendance at the teachers desk. His eyes scanned every checklist on the table occasionally correcting the glasses that had fallen down his nose.

”Yaaahhhh … Examination, ” complained Bambang in a pitiful tone, exhaling roughly.

”Why Bambang? Want a test now? ” asked Mr. Bubud, lifting his head. His eyebrows were slightly raised behind his glasses as he stared blankly at Bambang.

”Yeah no, sir, no. We haven studied yet, ” said Bambang with a quirk of a square, showing a row of white teeth.

”Thats right, sir. We
e not ready for the test yet. ” Another protester rejects the impromptu repetition like round tofu.

The atmosphere turned into a boisterous one when all the class did not want to lose in voicing their opinions except for one human being with an intelligent and fierce brain, Rara. Hes just been watching all this time. However, reluctant to comment like the others. For him, todays or tomorrows test is the same.

”Its … done, stop and start writing summaries if you don want my test to advance! ” Said the middle-aged man with an octave high enough to make the whole class go silent. ”I have a meeting with the School Organization so for today, its enough to summarize the material in my lessons. Thank you. Ill end it, see you tomorrow. Oh yes Rara, please come with me … ! ” The man said firmly and then walked out of the classroom ignoring the students classic excuses.

”Yes, sir, ” they answered in unison, their eyes sparkling with joy hearing what Mr. Bubud had just said.

Rara just nodded her head then immediately rushed to take a note in her bag and then followed Mr. Budi from behind. He walked half a run because his short steps were hard to keep up with Mr. Bubud.

Arriving at the hall, several students who Rara believed were class representatives from junior and senior high school in uniform appeared to be present and had occupied almost all of the chairs that led to the blackboard in the corner of the room.

Rara looked down to greet and then immediately looked for an empty seat. His eyes scanned every corner of the room and found an empty chair right next to a tall, handsome male student with fair skin. The face with a firm dimpled jaw was staring at him. Rara ignored the view and chose to sit down after shifting the wooden chair in front of her exactly one meter from the man.

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