Principal's Office Room.
Two people were seen talking to each other. They are sitting on the sofa opposite each other. One was an old man who was probably in his 50 years old. And in front of him was a middle aged woman around 45 years ol. The woman looked very elegant, with jewelry attached to her body. The clothes also seem to be made from well known deigners.
"It's been a long time,right sir Indra?". The woman greeted her while sipping the green tea served to her.
"Yes, it's been a long time since we meet each other Mrs. Magdalene". He said which was joined by loud laughter by this man. He is the Principal of the Patra Junior High School, his name is Indra Laksmana.
"Is everythin okay? You look older, Mr. Indra". The woman uttered small talk with a flat face, really strange with her attitude.
"Of course! Madam, everthing is good".
"Then why do you look so nervous like that?"
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Mr.Indra swallowed his saliva, his nervousness was clearly visible on his expression. From that attitude, it seemed that the woman who was now in front of him was someone who was beyond his reach. A very important person whom he needs to respect.
The woman put down her cup, and stared at Mr. Indra who was bowed limply. Only occasionally glanced at the woman in front of him.
"Sir Indra, you already know? Why did I bother here, all the way from Surabaya just to see you?".
Mr. Indra looked up, he quickly answered the woman's question. " I assumed that the madam might want to direcly monitor the progress of this school, am I wrong?".
The woman smiled. "20% true. Why are you so convoluted?".
The old man seemed unable to divert the conversation anymore. Mr.Indra realizes why this woman named Magdalena is seeing him. He took a deep breath, it seemed that this matter could no longer be hidden.
"Madame, I.. apologize for my negliegence. All of this is beyond my knowledge. Please, Madame, understand this situation. The involvement of student problems, we as parents can only give understanding to them".
"Hmm. I understand what Mr. Indra is talking about. But, I don't think Mr. Indra really understands the meaning of me coming here. I just want to meet that child, and then I will take care of it myself. You doesn't need to interfere in this problem. You just need to understanding the situation, that's enought". Said the woman. Make it clear that her priorities are not something that Mr. Indra can interfere with.
Mr. Indra can only nod in understanding. He immediately went to his desk, and took his cellphone. "Hello, I'm sorry Mrs. Fitri if I disturb your time. Could you please call Arslan to Counceling room?"
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Arslan who had come out of the student council room took a deep breath. He also walked while thinking about the previous incident. Arslan did not think that Cleo's character was so irrational. He used to yearn for that girl even in his dreams. What he knew was that Cleo was typically a good girl and always smiled kindly at those who greeted her. He did not expect her true nature to be negative prejudice towards others.
Arlsan didn't want to think about that problem anymore, immediately walked away leaving the student council room. However, there was someone who suddenly stopped in his tracks when he was 30 meters away. That person is a homeroom teacher, Mrs. Fitri, who is also the student council advisor.
"Mrs. Fitri?". Arslan was somewhat surprised by the figure that suddenly grabbed his arm and hade him stop in his tracks.
"Arslan, there's no time left". Said Mrs. Fitri with a worried face.
"Was there a problem during the student council meeting?".
"No, that's not it..."
"Then? What's the problem ma'am?"
"The principal called you to the counceling room, someone wants to meet you".
Arslan seemed to be thinking. Someone? Who wants to meet me?
Arslan nodded and followed Mrs. Fitri as she walked towards the Counseling room.
After walking for a long time, they arrived at the Counceling room. Mrs. Fitri took the initiative to knock on the door to see if anyone else was inside. Soon someone answered, and asked them to immediately enter the room.
Arslan, who also entered the room, found two people looking at him simultaneously. The standing one he knew very well, he was Mr. Indra, the principal here. But the woman who was sitting next to Mr. Indra, he did not know who that woman was. However, there is a faint memory of that woman in Arslan's memory.
"I have brought Arslan, Mr. Indra". Mrs. Fitri said to the old man.
"Yes, thank you Mrs. Fitri, please continue your activities. Sorry to bother you". Said Mr. Indra to Mrs. Fitri.
Mrs. Fitri nodded, then turned towards Arslan. She stared into Arslan's eyes, then patted Arslan's shoulder slowly and left the room.
What's happen with that young teacher?
Arslan was really curious why his teacher showed such expression. Then he shifted his gaze to the two people who are waiting for him at this time.
"Arslan, come closer. Introduce yourself to Mrs. Magdalena". Said Mr. Indra in a soft tone.
Arslan also got closer to where they were. Not long after, he immediately introduced himself. " Hello, my name is Arslan Lay, Miss". He said with a bow, showing his politeness.
The middle aged woman whose name was Magdalena only smiled. " a very polite child, right sir Indra?".
Mr. Indra who awoke from his daze spontaneously answered. "Ah, yes Madame. That's right, I agree!". He replied stuttering.
"Madam?". Throwed Arslan who was confused by the situation before his eyes.
Mr. Indra looked at Arslan, saying something that surprised him. "Arslan, Mrs. Magdalena is Deren's mother, Madam Magdalena is also one of the then owners of the Patra Foundation". Said Mr.Indra, filled with fear in his every word.
Instanly Arslan was afflicted by a bad premonition, which of course would befall him. To him he had nothing to deal with a her. In addition to having power over this school, he is also entitled to hold him accountable for her child's current condition.
Arslan thought hard, what he should do to solve this proble. "Looks like it will be very troublesome.", he thought as he looked at Madam Magdalena who was now looking at him with a scary smile.