Blame it on her who uses pashmina with a model wrapped around the neck so that each end dangles behind. Her body backed away and the girl's head looked up following the tug on the hem of the long cloth.
She held tightly to his pashmina that hung behind her. Defend yourself so as not to be attracted further. In fact, you also lose because the more you fight, the more it feels suffocating.
"Let go!" She railed. She wanted to look back, but the coils around her neck were too tight for her to move her head.
Behind there is one of the core members of the Kompeni who has the title of the most sadistic bully in the entire Taruna Bangsa. Reportedly some of the children who were victims chose to leave this coveted high school for the sake of a safe and calm survival.
His name is Rehan Gunandya. The boy was leaning against the door with the fingers of his right hand tapping one of his own thighs which were in a bent position. While his left hand pulled the headscarf of a girl from grade 11. An underclassman who entered here by herself.
Yes, Rehan is the culprit.
Watching the girl back off with halting steps seemed to be a pleasure for him. No wonder he got the title of the most sadistic bully. In fact, he really likes torturing people.
A tall boy with drooping eyelids, but black eyes that were wide and shiny. He is also a core member of the Kompeni whose position is running at the back. No wonder he came last. Arion Gazelle full name.
Ari stopped right at the entrance to see his friend who was acting up. Who else if not Rehan? Ari's strong hand touched Rehan's fist which was holding the hem of a girl's headscarf who was not a member of this class.
"Let go, Bro. Poor thing," he said.
Rehan snorted. But he still obeyed his friend's words. Releasing his grip on the end of the girl's headscarf that was his toy for a moment made she also look back.
Eva glared angrily at the elder who had just pranked her innocently. "Ruined my veil!" growled Eva very annoyed. Not afraid at all to show his annoyed expression to Rehan. Cowardly souls don't deserve to be student council presidents!
Wearing the headscarf while maintaining one's characteristics and trying to look presentable is not easy. Then it's easy for Rehan to destroy it all?!
Feeling no response in return, Eva ignored him. She looked around and asked quite loudly. "Where's the class president?
Unfortunately, a few seconds passed without a reply. Eva was completely ignored making the girl provoked by her own emotions. Lazy to scream, she came to the senior wearing the marron bandana earlier.
"Hi, where's the class president?"
"Don't know." The girl snapped curtly and was very ignorant.
Eva is so fed up. To be honest, the absentee list that Eva had brought was theirs, but it was as if Eva was the one who needed it the most. Damn it!
"Where to?" Eva asked again dryly. While her hands were clenched under her fists holding back her emotions that were about to overflow.
"Don't know!" It's a kinda gushed. Even this time her statement was full of emphasis. It seemed annoyed that Eva had been kept asking.
Wow! The residents of this class are so ungrateful. Eva is still kind enough to bring this absent list to them. Eva could have refused when Mrs Minah told her to, couldn't she?
"I asked you nicely. So, can you answer nicely too?" whispered Eva annoyed. "Your tone sounds very cynical."
The senior girl looked at Eva curtly. "What?" She sneered. "You asked before! I told you I didn't know, right? Well, that means I don't know! Fuck you!"
Unexpectedly, Eva's whisper was answered very harshly. She shouted at Eva until they both became the center of attention of the class. Including the core of the Kompeni stared at them as well.
For whatever reason Eva's hands itched to slam this absent in front of the teacher's desk. However, this intention failed to remember that there were Kompeni in this class. The most powerful mob of people in Taruna Bangsa. Surely it will be very reluctant to do as it pleases in front of them.
It seems that this girl is one of the most feared people in this class. Maybe yes? Just look at, Eva noticed that earlier she was very toxic when she spoke. Not only for Eva, but also the all students of this class.
Brak!
With overflowing emotions Eva slammed the absent right in front of the girl's face. It doesn't matter if she's a senior. No matter the culture of seniority. It doesn't matter what her position is here. If are arrogant like this, Eva will not be silent. As long as she wasn't part of the Kompeni, Eva dared to fight because her school was guaranteed to be safe.
"Fuck! What do you mean?!" The girl stood up with bulging eyes.
Eva snorted lightly at the sight. "Check the absence list. Please give it to the class leader!" After speaking firmly and with clear articulation, Eva left the class.
***
The sound of footsteps on the stairs made Zahra, a 40 year old woman, but still beautiful, turn around to reveal the figure of her handsome son who was ready to wear his uniform. Disheveled hair covering part of the forehead. Sharp eyes with gray lenses, sharp nose, and well-proportioned body. What a perfect manifestation.
He's Arta.
She smiled faintly for her mother when their gazes met. Then he came closer and pinned a light kiss on the forehead of the woman who was only as high as her shoulders.
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Zahra smiled broadly at him. Then Arta pulled out a chair for him to sit on.
"Morning, boy." He's Zaki-the head of the family in this house. The man was ready in his formal clothes getting ready to go to the office in the morning.
"Too." Arta answered the father's greeting.
"What do you want for breakfast, honey?" This time it was Zahra who asked. She is always ready to serve the needs of her husband and children even though she has a maid.
"Just like daddy, Mommy," he said.
Zahra immediately prepared it. Arta sat silently watching the movements of his mother who was so nimble. Only 30 seconds now the plate was served in front of him.
"More?"
"Ehm." Arta shook his head and muttered. "Already."
Zahra nodded and let her eldest son eat alone. Her eyes were fixed on the stairs, of course, waiting for the arrival of the youngest daughter who was always late every morning.
"Is that kid awake yet?" Zahra scowled in annoyance.
"Did Mami wake her up or not?" The husband asked while shoveling food into his mouth
"When Mami woke up, it was clear she would wake up. Mami is really mad when she doesn't wake up. But it's a habit, if Mami leaves, she will sleep again," Zahra grumbled, her patience running out.
Zahra took a deep breath and then screamed, filling the whole house. "Sabilaa!! You're always late! This time you will truly be left behind!"
From inside the room the girl grumbled as she hit the bed with a bolster pillow in annoyance. "Aaaa Mamii!! I don't know where my socks are. Forgot to put them on!" No less shouting also Sabila replied.
The girls in this house are all shrill voices.
Zahra growled and stood up leaving her breakfast, temporarily postponing to take care of the youngest. He put his hands on his hips.
"Didn't Mami tell you?! Get ready for the night!! Too bad! It's better if you wake up in the morning. It's already noon, prepare anything in the afternoon too. It's your own fault!" Zahra shouted like a toa.
Meanwhile, in a pink room, Sabila rummaged through the entire room in annoyance. The room, which was basically a mess from the start, became even more shapeless and messy.
Some time later, Sabila's eyes immediately lit up when she saw a white object that was sitting under a dirty laundry basket. She deftly took it and put it on. "Thank God," she muttered.
"Ooh, Yes, Mi. Yes! I've found my socks. Wait, Sabila Get down!"
Zahra was just about to follow up, but failed when Sabila said she had found the socks she was looking for. With that Zahra returned to her seat.
The beautiful girl came down the stairs with the spirit of 45. "Yuhuu!"
She immediately joined his little family and took a narrow position sitting in the middle of her brother and father.
"Astaghfirullah...." Zahra made istighfar and shook her head at the behavior of her youngest daughter. "Next to Mami is empty, O Allah. Why are you showing up there!" She exasperated.
Yes, she was so exasperated that she wanted to slap the child with this rice spoon in front of her.
"Mommy, Sabila wants fried rice like daddy and Arta," she cried without caring about the reprimand from her mother earlier.
What a wall ear!
Just when Sabila spooned a mouthful of rice into her mouth, a squeak from the chair next to her made the girl turn her head to reveal a tall, handsome boy.
Yes, who else is the most handsome guy in this house if not his brother?
Arta of course. Who else is her brother? Nothing!
"Mommy, Daddy ... I go. Assalamu'alaikum."
After greeting his parents, Arta carried his bag and just walked away, making his younger brother dumbfounded by his actions.
"Ish!! Swabila left," she grumbled with a crooked face. Not forgetting his mouth full of food when her brother was out of sight.
"Tomorrow is late again, huh," said the mother.
Sabila drank the water then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Later Daddy will deliver Sabila, okay?"
"As you wish, Baby."
Zahra immediately rolled her eyes.
Meanwhile outside Arta rides his motorcycle at an above average speed. He left his beloved younger sister not without reason, but because Rehan, his best friend, one of the main members of the Kompeni gang, said he would take Sabila to school this morning. The guy already considers Sabila as his own younger sister. The fate of being an only child. Favorite type of guy. Wealthy only son.