"Why don't you just refuse?" Sella complained when there were only the two of them left in this room. Raka had considered this for sure what would happen, Sella would definitely grumble at him.
Sella will not easily accept Raka's answer just now. Because in truth between the two of them there is no love that accompanies it, only love as a friend that is beautifully engraved in the recesses of their hearts.
"Do we really have a choice but not to accept it?" asked Raka in a tone that sounded very frustrated. Shut up? Maybe that's the best ninja way that Raka is doing. But unfortunately Raka's silence will not be able to solve the problem that is wrapped around him.
"This is our life, Ka. We have control over our own lives, no one else." The longer what Sella said, the more true it became, so that Raka was confused about what kind of defense he would give.
"But we're just kids who don't have the strength to conquer this cruel world, Sel."
"Now I ask you, is our strength comparable to what they have? Can we conquer them? Make them submissive and also obey us?" asked Raka with a question that sounded very passionate.
This time it was Sella's turn to be silent in 1000 languages, she didn't know how to answer Raka's question.
"We are no match for our parents compared to our parents. What will we gain if we go against their will. Think Oscar, Sel." Irony, maybe that's the most appropriate word to describe how Sella is feeling right now.
Sella then pulled the corner of her lips, forming a wicked smile on her luscious lips. Dam because of that too, Raka looked at Sella with a look of horror. He knew what Sella was about to say at this time was not a pleasant thing to hear.
"Sel ... you rest first!" Raka tried to distract Sella, but it wasn't that hard to do. Because if in this world there is a woman who can be crowned as a woman who has a stubborn and unhelpful nature, then it is certain that that woman is Queen Marcella Mahendra.
"But—"
"Rest, Sel." Sella had expected that Raka would make this a difficult thing.
"Rest, okay? We still have 24 hours to talk about this." There was nothing Sella could do except accept what the number one person in the Oscar Gang wanted.
If Raka and Sella are still entangled in this difficult choice, then it will be different for the other Oscar frontman who else if not, Irza, Laskar and Jeri.
They had to fight as hard as they could not to hear what those who mocked their gang had to say.
15 sport motorbikes entered the gates of the most favorite high school in the capital. In the past, before Sella's accident, the total number of motorsports that entered this school every day was 17 motorbikes, but after the beautiful girl experienced a tragic event, only 16 were left and it happened again when the Oscar Gang was involved in a scandal, none of their leaders became the leader of the road.
And in the end the position was taken over by the vice chairman, who else if not Jericho Naufal Gunadi. This view has always been the main attraction for the students of SMA Nusantara Bakti, but today not a few people are looking at them with fascinated eyes.
"Where's Raka?" Finally, there were also those who wanted to ask where the estuary of their leader was so that this morning he did not show his nose.
Let alone showing the bridge of the nose to smell the perfume, no one can do it. Silence, no one can answer the questions posed by the Oscar Geng's commander-in-chief, Irza Adisankara Rianto.
"Not in?" asked Irza once.
"Maybe yes, maybe no!" Such was the answer given by Laskar to Irza's question.
"Canteen, come on!" The invitation, of course, came from the lips of Laskar, a human who may be carefree when trouble strikes.
"Can you still go to the cafeteria in the cafeteria at a critical time like this?" Irza asked Laskar with a slight lift of his chin a sign that he was challenging the son of the pair Rafli Putra Sanjaya and Syafa Putri Alamsyah.
Laskar, who felt that he was not doing anything wrong, could only remain silent while casting a sharp glare at the Laskar who was only Jeri's distance between the two at this time. Irza had to give up his intention to reply to what Laskar had said a moment ago.
Not without reason, everything that happens in this world must have its own reasons. That's what Irza is feeling when she sees a sport motorbike entering the gates of SMA Nusantara Bakti, but unfortunately the uniforms worn by these students are not the same uniforms worn by members of the Oscar Gang who incidentally are high school students.
"Aiden?" Irza muttered in a very low tone, but Jeri who was very close to him could hear what the next crown prince from Angkasa Corp said.
"Do you know him?" Maybe that's the most appropriate question to ask when they see a very foreign person in their eyes when the 15 members of the Oscar Gang are still hanging out in the parking area of SMA Nusantara Bakti.
"My cousin," Irza answered casually, then got off his sports motorbike and brought his two long legs closer to Irza.
"Aiden!" Hearing his name being called, Aiden then turned to the source of the voice. Sure enough there was Irza who was walking towards him at this time.
Seeing the arrival of the person he really hoped to meet so easily, finally he couldn't help but make the corners of his lips form a very sweet, passionate smile.
"What are you doing here? This isn't your school, I'm just reminding you that maybe you can." Hearing what Irza said, Rara's twin could only move her head up and down alternately as a sign that she understood what Irza was saying.
"I know and I'm fully awake." Hearing what Aiden said, Irza's eyebrows then knit together and her eyes were also looking at the man who was currently in front of her with a look full of inquiry.
"Then what wind brought you here?" asked Irza in the end, unable to contain her curiosity which was too high because Aiden's arrival here must have been because there was something very urgent. Aiden Pramasatya Dimitri is a creature on this earth who is very anti to wasting his time.
"I know you're the kind of person who can't afford to waste time at all, so quickly tell me what's your purpose in coming here!" Hearing the orders from Irza, Aiden couldn't help but exhale very roughly.
The human model of Irza is not relaxed at all. Aiden then handed him an envelope containing a letter which Irza firmly believed that the letter given by Aiden was a sick certificate.
There are two people who are strongly believed by Irza as the owner of this sick letter, the first is Rara and the second is Raka. Only those two people were very close to Aiden.
"This," said Aiden and Irza could only frown when he heard what Aiden, a man of the same age who was none other than his cousin, said.
"Sick letter? Whose?" Aiden just smiled when he heard what was being asked by Irza, it turned out that the man in front of him was quite smart too.
To Be Continued ….