Now Bea enters with Mrs. Risma in front of her. All the class was focused on Bea's face which was so beautiful. Because of Indonesian and German crossbreeds. Short blonde hair, just shoulder length without bangs. Perfect sharp nose with a black necklace around his neck that almost strangled his neck. "Widih... There are Caucasians guys!" exclaimed Hendro in a Javanese guise. Everyone chuckled while watching the beautiful girl's face in front of him. While others are fascinated by Bea's beauty. Both male and female. But it's different with Devano. He was not at all interested in Bea's beauty. Devan only glanced at it then focused on doing the math assignment on the table. "Don't look at me like that, woy! Just relax!" cried Bea familiarly. Everyone laughed because they heard Bea's accent, which turned out to be very pleasant to hear. It's like living in South Jakarta for a long time. "Now get to know yourself," said Mrs. Risma with a sweet smile sitting at the teacher's table. "Okay, thank you ma'am," Bea said politely looking at Mrs Risma and her face was now facing all the students in the class. "Hello, introduce my name is Bea Miller. Just call me Bea. I'm moving from a Bandung school," she said kindly. "Wow, why did you move here? Bandung doesn't have handsome boys, does it?" asked Hendro making all his friends laugh. "That's it, if you want to ask, ask Bea when it's time to rest. Please Bea, you can sit in the empty chair over there," said Mrs. Risma kindly. "Yes, thank you ma'am," Bea said kindly and now she walked to the seat next to Devan. Dean just stood there and didn't say anything. Not even smiling. Seeing Bea and Devan sitting together made Riri very upset. "Oh my gosh, you're so diligent at doing math," Bea's eyes sat down and looked at the paper on Devan's desk. Unintentionally his upper arm stuck to Devan's arm. This startled Devan and he immediately shifted his chair slightly away from Bea. "Oh my gosh, just look at it for a moment, it's a sensation," said Bea angrily. "This must be the smartest guy in class. Heh, why am I the most disgusted at seeing smart guys. It feels like that's really pretentious," said Bea, glancing at Devan, who had a serious face. "Okay, now open page fifteen, okay? There are already several titles of poems and their contents. Later, your task will be to read the poems in front of the class!" Mrs. Risma exclaimed firmly while standing up. "Oh, Indonesian is the lesson now. But why is the kid beside me doing math instead?" asked Bea in surprise, scratching her head. He started to get closer and shifted his seat to Devan. His mouth whispered to Devan. "Well, this is Indonesian language lesson. Why are you doing math?" asked Bea curiously "You're really noisy. If you want to sit beside me, you can't be noisy," Devan said in a whisper. Bea immediately leaned back in annoyance. "Damn this kid doesn't know who I am yet," said Bea with annoyance in her heart. He immediately raised his palms up quickly. "Ma'am, this is Indonesian language lesson, isn't it, ma'am? How come the guy beside me is doing a math assignment," Bea said boldly and made Devan's eyes widen in surprise. How could Bea talk like that. "Devan! Put your math lesson in the bag!" Mrs. Risma ordered firmly. Devan just kept silent and followed Mrs. Risma's orders. Even though inside his heart was very emotional with Bea's attitude. "Damn it, just watch out, Lo," Devan said softly. "Hahaha, you can get angry too, Lo Devan. Btw, your name is good too," said Bea in a whisper. The Indonesian language lesson was very boring for Bea. Finally, Bea listens to the song through her bluetooth headset.
The teacher of course wouldn't know if Bea was wearing a headset. Because her hair covers her ears. Bea listens to rock music which is so good to hear. Even his shoes dance on the floor even if it's only a small tap. His eyes were closed and his head was nodding fast nodding though not too visible. But of course Mrs. Risma knows. Because he is the most focused teacher when teaching in class. "Now let me ask Bea. Bea? Bea?" called Mrs. Risma in a quite high tone but Bea didn't hear her at all. Finally Mrs. Risma ordered Devan with a gesture of her hand to take off the headset that was in Bea's ear. Devan lazily pushed Bea's hair off her ear and sneered at Bea's headset. "Hey, what are you doing!" Exclaimed Bea loudly seeing Devan's angry face. Making everyone chuckle. "Bea!" called Mrs. Risma in a high tone. Even though she looked at Mrs. Risma with a doubtful smile. "Yes, ma'am, what's wrong, ma'am?" asked Bea innocently. "It's time to study! Not playing a cellphone while listening to music!" Mrs. Risma said in an angry tone. "But, ma'am, from earlier you explained about poetry, it was really boring, ma'am. So I just listened to music," said Bea casually. "Heh! You're so impudent when you talk? You mean mom teaches you it's not good? You're just being a really loud student. I'll give you a five! Now, just get out of my class!" Mrs. Risma ordered, who was very fed up with the new student's attitude. "Really, ma'am? I was told to leave? Yes, I'm leaving, okay," said Bea happily standing up while walking out. Devan, who saw Bea, could only shake his head. "You crazy girl! She's so brave with Mrs. Risma," Devan said in his heart.