A sixteen years old girl sat relaxed in a car. Her short, shoulder-length caramel brown hair shone when the sunlight came in through the car window.
"Teesha, what time do you want to be picked up?" A man who was driving beside him asked amidst their silence.
Myria Lateesha Dipta, or often called Teesha, turned her head, "You don't have to pick me up. It's okay, Vin. I know dad gives you a lot of work at the office, right?"
Gavin Sanjaya, the older brother, or more precisely Teesha's step-brother, nodded in agreement. He does have a lot of work because his fatqher plans to retire quickly after realizing that his son can continue and lead the company well.
For your information, Teesha's mother and Gavin's father married a year ago. You ask where is Teesha's biological father? He left the world due to a traffic accident in a tunnel four years ago. At that time Teesha was also in the same car when the accident occurred.
Many people said she was lucky to survive and only suffered minor injuries on the head. Do you see the stitch marks around her forehead? This was due to a hard impact which resulted in her head leaking. So, what's lucky? Nothing benefit from an accident. If she could choose, Teesha would want her family to be intact until now.
No, no! That doesn't mean the current family is bad. Not all step brothers are evil like in the dramas that Teesha often watches. In his opinion, Gavin is the best brother Teesha has. Even though Teesha was afraid it would be difficult to adapt, unexpectedly, Gavin really accepted it. From the moment they met until now, this man has always protected and guided Teesha like a younger sibling, even though sometimes he was also annoying.
Her new family had asked Teesha to add their surname to the end of her name. He said it would be easy in everything. Ya... Who doesn't know Sanjaya family? Owner of the largest puppet company in this country, whose son is one of the five richest young entrepreneurs in the country. Teesha actually wanted to get that kind of privilege, but she quickly refused.
Why? Hm— she just wanted to honor his late father. And again, she didn't want to be burdened by the popularity of that name at his new school. How many people would there be who would "pretend" to be nice so they could get close to her? Just imagining it made Teesha shudder.
"See you later, Vin. Thanks for hanging me out." Gavin raised his hand and then drove his car away from the school yard.
This is Teesha's first day of school at Adyatama High School. Her dream school has always been her dream. An elite school where most of the students' parents are businessmen and government employees. If you think this caramel haired girl can be accepted here because her father is one of the richest people, you are very wrong.
No, it's not that easy. It's not as easy as you imagine. A lot of parents' money doesn't apply here.
It still works, I mean— ah! You understand what I mean, right? Going to school here not only requires a lot of money because it is "expensive", but also requires above average intelligence. Therefore, every prospective student is required to take various tests and interviews, which according to Teesha, is really difficult to get into here.
Oh ya, according to Gavin, who is an Adyatama alumnus, it doesn't just have classrooms. But there is a music room with a grand piano, a library with a very complete book collection, a very large sports room, and many others.
Oh! Gavin said Adyatama has an extraordinary canteen. I don't know what kind of extraordinary he thinks it is, so let's check it together. Teesha looked around and caught the style of the students walking into the school building. Look at them, carrying branded shoulder bags that I think are more appropriate for visiting the mall than school. I'm sure there are more makeup tools in it than writing tools. I don't know, are they actually here to seek knowledge or gain prestige?
DUK!
"Hey!" Teesha exclaimed when she felt someone hit her shoulder from behind a little hard, making her small body stagger forward and she might fall if she couldn't balance her body quickly.
"Be careful, Sir!" A man taller than Teesha stopped walking. He turned and looked at Teesha flatly. Look, how relaxed he is. Shouldn't he apologize?
"You said something?"
One second
Two seconds
Three seconds
Teesha was silent for five seconds.
I don't know what she should say. The man standing a few meters away from her had onyx eyes as dark as the night. His sharp gaze now adds to his handsomeness. Gosh, people like this don't only exist in dramas, huh. Is this a sign that God sent one of his angels to coloring Teesha's high school life?
Teesha cleared her throat, "Be careful! You hit me." This girl tries to return to reality.
"My fault?" He frowned, "You're the one standing in the middle of the road, miss. You're blocking the way of everyone who wants to enter. And you're blaming me?"
Wait. Shouldn't the word sorry come from his mouth? What did he say just now?
"You—"
TAP!
"Yuhuuu, caramel girl!" Teesha was surprised when a blonde haired girl suddenly bumped into her quite hard, "Why are you still here? Class is about to start, you know."
Now he put his arm around Teesha's shoulder and laughed dryly.
"Who—"
"Oh, William!" She interrupted Teesha's words. How rude.
The girl smiled stiffly at the man in front of him who was still looking at Teesha with a flat expression, "Class will start soon. So, we'll go first. Bye!"
This blond girl pulled Teesha into the school building, leaving behind the handsome man she called—who was that? William? His steps were so hasty that it was difficult for Teesha to keep up.
"Jeez, what are you doing?" She fanned his face with his hands. They stopped after going up to the second floor.
"Me? What am i doing?" Teesha looked at her in surprise. "I should be the one asking that."
What's wrong with this girl?
"Okay girl, I'll tell you a little important information." She spoke in a half whisper, looking around as if he was monitoring the situation, "The guy we met earlier was William, one year above us. He plays an important role in this school. I mean, you definitely know about Jaya's family, right? His father is one of the biggest contributors to our school," Shee whispered with a serious face.
Jaya Family? Ah, I think I've heard a story from Gavin about the Jaya family. If I remember correctly, they run a contractor business and have companies spread across every city. If I'm not mistaken, they are also among the five richest people in this country.
"I'm Divinia Yasa." The girl who had been carrying Teesha stretched out her hand to him. "Class 1-4, you?"
Well, she's the next rich guy Teesha meets. I mean— Yasa, who doesn't know about that mining entrepreneur. It turns out that according to the rumors circulating, this school is really terrible. The quality of the students really cannot be doubted. Teesha looked at her in surprise.
"Teesha. Class 1-4." She accepted her handshake.
"Hey, we're in the same class!" Divinia looked happy.
She pulled Teesha back down the hall which seemed to lead to the classroom. "I remind Teesha once again, never have anything to do with him. It could take a long problem."
And along the way to class, Divinia started to talk a lot about herself. For someone who just met, Divinia is a fun person. She is the type of person who blends in easily. Her cheerful personality also made Teesha not feel awkward talking to her, even though she felt strange to her at the beginning.
Divinia also provided information she knew about this school. Such as the extraordinary achievements of the students, or the facilities available there. She said that before entering this school he had taken a tour with his father when registering.
Divinia also talked about how difficult the entrance test they gave was and Teesha agreed with that. Especially interview sessions. Crazy! Just seeing the gazes of the examiners made her focus instantly disintegrate. They really don't miss a single thing.
That was the first time Teesha knew a Divinia Yasa. Hee was her first friend at this school.
And this is the beginning of the story of Myria Lateesha Dipta's high school days.
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To be continued