ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Chapter 5

This morning the sun was so hot. The heat warms my body that is stunned to see the school that has a building with Dutch architecture. More precisely, this building is indeed a relic of the Dutch when ruling on the land of Java several centuries years ago.

Not only the old building, large trees that are shady and have many branches is enough to make the feathers stand if at night. That said, this school is included in the row of haunted schools.

But somehow this school actually has the first rank of school with international standards.

Now, today, I smell like freedom, a fresh scent that feels fresher than usual. Today I officially became a High School student after a few weeks ago I just became a parent-abiding child.

Wearing black shoes and socks that covered my entire calf and Junior High School alma mater was my pride. I stepped decisively toward the flagpole, "Honor the red and white, ready to move!" I said as I raised my right hand and placed it on the right temple.

I was excited because today I was too excited, even I left earlier than the time set by the school. I was escorted by Ayahanda, but Ayahanda I told you to go home because I didn't want to be stirred up.

Enough, I'm enough to fuck up the school. Don't Ayahanda. Repot the business, there will certainly be a panjangggg speech, and boring. Enough, not everywhere there is a Father, there is a speech, speech and others.

"As usual, your behavior is strange!"

I turned around, Bimo. My eyes almost popped out of place when I found this man I was avoiding in front of me, wearing the same alma mater and the distinctive smile on his face.

"Gapain's here!?" ask me with a sewot tone.

"School" she answered briefly.

"Why should be here! Don't tell me you're following me!" I said with narrowed eyes.

Bimo smiled again, he fixed his alma mater and said, "What if I follow you?"

Mampus. Now I have to answer what. There's no way that he likes me, let alone the photos of us both in the palace the other day in his social media post with the caption, "My little poem."

I shrugged my shoulders, was indifferent and would not go through with his talk.

Bimo chuckled to himself then took three steps forward, he stood with his body leaning towards me.

"We're going to compete again, Lilah..."

His whispers can give me goosebumps. The man smiled faintly as he passed away away from me.

I gawked, along with that, a hand patted my shoulder.

"Why bengong, while the inhabitants of the banyan tree just know how you feel, Lil."

"Bimo, Bus. Bimo.. He goes to school here too." I said. I held my knees that were almost limp. "Capek knew he didn't have to deal with her again."

His left hand gripped my shoulder with a hardened face. Baskara must have been irritated by meeting Bimo again. 

"It is not necessary to think, the important thing is that I still take care of you" said Baskara sincerely, he smiled and then examined my appearance.

"Can not your hair tied, if necessary in a bun just to be neat!"

I was suddenly annoyed with Baskara, it was good to have me nod my hair. This was a school in the days of Raden Ajeng Kartini!

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All the new students who were at the ceremony venue, were dribbled to the middle arena of the school. The arena where the big and shady trees had become shade.

We sat cross-legged on a neatly arranged conblock while hearing the senior speak. Obviously, I was sitting next to Baskara. Make sure that Baskara is not in the lyrics of other girls.

"In accordance with school and government regulations, this time there is no plonco for the period of student orientation. Instead, you will all be divided into groups to join the school tour" said senior brother who serves as chairman of OSIS. His name is Revi, tall in stature, looks rather athletic, and his face is good for eye washing.

"Dalilah, Mariska, Tania, Raisa, Syifa, Kartika, Almira, and Asih." I held back laughter, Asih, what a very, very classic and old-fashioned name. But, when the girl named Asih stood up, I was stunned.

"Go on!!!" The voice echoed like the roar of a lion.

Baskara nudged me, "Lilah... You're called!" baskara's voice was upset.

"Haha." I stood up as I went forward to join my group. 

At that instant, many muttered while knowing well who I was.

I bowed respectfully, "I'm at school here, as a student, so don't be friends with me."

"This is not the time to introduce yourself, quickly go follow your elder brother!" sergeant Revi.

I gasped for a moment, then straightened my body arrogantly in front of him.

"Good senior brother." I said while wagging my hair.

Some laughter sounded low boisterous before I passed away from the crowd of students who were still waiting their turn to get the group.

After all that fanfare, I've joined my group. I was a little clumsy because they were looking at me in a loud stare.

"I don't know if there's a king's daughter in school here." exclaimed the long-haired girl, "Where's her name Dalilah, not present!" timpal the girl next to him.

The guidance counselor who heard it only smiled understandably, "They are from Jakarta." whispered softly in my ear.

I smiled wryly, mediocrely I responded.

"Greetings from me, Raden Ayu Dalilah Sekar Kinasih Princess Adiguna Pangarep. Crown Princess of Sultan Agung Kaysan Adiguna Pangarep of Hadiningrat kingdom. May you be friends with me, if it doesn't matter." I smiled and bowed respectfully in front of the two girls.

The two of them looked at each other, then gave a cold snort as they extended their hands.

"Marisk."

"Tania."

I held their hands in shifts. Then I met my other group friends.

When it was the turn of this thin-lipped, pink-lipped chick, I again held back a laugh.

"Is your name really Asih?" manya curious. He smiled and shook his head, "Call me Asih. Because my name's hard to spell." she gave advice.

I nodded in understanding, for me the name Asih reminded me of the ghost of kuntilanak who often sang the original song of East Kalimantan, Indung-indung.

The beauty stopped her steps, she looked at me and asked, "So I should call you what? What's the length of the name?" Her forehead is wrinkled, but still looks beautiful.

"Lilah." I replied. Asih nodded, she raised her little finger, "A friends?" I saw her silver-colored beads, they were beautiful. Pure without lies.

"Good friends." Our little fingers were clinging together, smiling together. We again walked in tandem following the steps of the guidance counselor through the classroom and other important spaces. Until the time for rest came, I chose to go to the cafeteria located behind the school.

Meatballs are my menu of choice. I brought the bowl that was smoking hot smoke while looking for a seat.

New children do like this, like to be considered as a new rival. Especially now that I was intimidated by the gaze of the head of OSIS, Revi.

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