ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Chapter 8

The man's name is Revi Bramasta. Class eleven IPA one, a class intended for students who have a diluted brain and a high IQ. The head of OSIS who had front puff-style hair and often wore a leather jacket still nodded at me.

Even from the first day I went to school. He often followed me to the library or school cafeteria. Including today, he Revi, brought a bowl of meatballs and a glass of iced tea while sitting next to me. There, in the corner of the canteen, his friends cheered in excitement. As if the behavior of the head of OSIS this one is like a Srimulat comic show. 

I turned my head and stomped hard on the glass that only had the straw left, "Son why the hell? Not content to bother me?" I said with raised eyebrows.

"No! I just wanted to accompany a princess who was sitting alone." said Revi, he picked up the meatball and chewed it slowly. 

I snorted in annoyance. Three days in a row, the period of student orientation is only filled with activities outside the classroom, taking part in the upperclassmen with various activities that new students must do. He, the head of this damn OSIS, used to tell me to come forward, show me whatever it was that told me. 

I became an accomplished submissive, until my patience with this rancid man had almost reached its maximum limit. 

Revi turned his head, he blinked his eyes, teasing me. 

"Gaysc... You guys know what? Yesterday I came to this girl's house, welcomed dong with her mother. I made sweet tea. Very sweet as it makes." he said loudly in a high tone like he was leading the ceremony. 

Revi pointed at me, smiling and then coming back to his feet as the rest of the canteen heard him full of interest. "Said his mother, I was told to come to his house again bring my friends! You guys want to come with me not gaysss...? Not bad, can meet directly with Gusti Kanjeng Ratu and Ayahanda." 

I kicked down the table, then stood looking at Revi full of anger. 

"You mean what the hell mas!? I've never bothered you, but why do you keep bothering me!" I growled, still staring at Revi sharply. 

"Mass? You call me MAS, a very romantic." said Revi cheerfully. He smiled and sipped his sweet iced tea. He also snapped a glass and stood up to look for me. 

"Don't be fierce princess. You should be gentle as you do at home!" he said while holding my chin. I brushed off his hand, then kicked his leg right on his shin. He complained, I don't care.

Bimo who realized that just being a connoisseur of the atmosphere finally stood up from his seat, he came up to me and stood behind me. 

"Already, Lilah!" said lirih.  

"What's up, Bim! Obviously he's brash, he's daring to hold my chin!" I said scream. 

"Already, Lilah. You have to remember who you are!" reminded me.

"Cie... Part hero!" revi won't lose. 

I looked at Revi, clenching my hands, I punched him in the stomach.

"You've told me, gentle princess!" revi said not one bit of pain because of my fist. 

Not fast, or not in the right place. What's necessary in that part... In the genitals!

"Dreams!" I wouldn't be suave to the head of this damn OSIS even if I was thinking of being his girlfriend, his girlfriend or anything related to him. 

I pulled my arm and walked away while pulling the former head of OSIS Junior High School, Bimo. "Follow me"

I glanced briefly at the back of Revi who regrouped with his friends. He laughed, while having a high five with his friends.   

"Good!" bimo quickly looked at me, "Is it true that he has come to your house?" ask Bimo curiously. After we stayed away from the canteen which still sounded noisy with the sound of laughter.  

I nodded, "Why? Want to come home too?" manya curious.

Bimo smiled slantedly, "Your sister must still think of me as an enemy!" 

I chuckled briefly, "Surya? He's the head of OSIS, the guardian of Bulik Kyle." I explained while tying my hair.

The air under this banyan tree is quite windy. Some students often spend time resting in this park. Some places have also been mastered by upperclassmen, and we younger siblings only got places that he said were not comfortable. But I don't care. As long as you don't see the pengki again! 

"Your brother is quite capable of being the head of OSIS just like I used to be!" sahut Bimo is arrogant. 

"Knowing that it is smart, the work is just learning and learning. Anyway she deserves the title of exemplary student and model child, just like you!" my words boast Suryawijaya and the man in front of me. He smiled widely and nodded steadily. 

"So sweet you look." Bimo's eyes glared. I nodded, school without Suryawijaya is freedom. He won't complain about how I'm doing here to Father and Mother. Unless it was my parents asking one of the teachers or school staff to be a spy. That's another story. My father will know everything that happened at this school without me telling him myself. 

"Haha... I understand, three years I saw you in Junior High. You're..." Bimo chuckled, "Is it hard being a member of the royal family? Until you used to make a runaway school for your wild nature?" 

"Wild?" My eyes glared in disbelief, "not wild, I just need a place to channel the sometimes excessive energy in my body." 

"Okay, I accept your excuse. After all, denying you is the same as the result." Bimo smiled curiously. 

I pat Bimo on the shoulder, "Come to my house, Suryawijaya must be happy to see you!" I giggled, it was an invitation as well as a gift containing a trap. The two men would definitely cast hostile gazes. As it already is. 

"Thank you, but I prefer to come to the palace that is open to the public." explained Bimo, as well as explaining his refusal. 

"Why is that?" many wonder. 

"It must be the same, old, antique, and precious as you." 

"What the hell!" I cut him down and walked away quickly. Then suddenly, without being able to hold it, the corner of my lips was drawn to the lift. A small smile adorned my face that blushed in shame.

Really, I didn't expect any love pimples to grow on my face. It's not time I fell in love because I was a high school kid. I'm still too innocent to know love, or I'm afraid to know her. After all, Bimo is not my criterion, he must be joking.