
Arriving in Indonesia, Stefan immediately contacted the head of the Foundation of the middle school where his son studied.
(Ha-hello, Mr. Stefan,) said the chairman.
(Do you know what I mean by calling in the middle of the night?)
(I-yes, I think I-)
(Immediately remove the rumors circulating among the students. If tomorrow my son returns to school and finds inappropriate treatment, then be prepared that school will close with just 1 sentence from me.)
(I understand Mr. Stefan, forgive the negligence of the school. After all ... Your eldest son has already acted first to demand this. I don't think you should bother. The best students like Arsen alone are enough, giving a bright effect.)
(Oh, good if you understand. Thank you.)
Call ended.
"Arsen, Arsen. You deserve my trust. I'm proud of you. Yes ... she must indeed act to protect her beloved sister." Stefan muttered, then smiled proudly.
"Bah, Papah! Look, this group chat, friends apologise to me."
"Yes. Joon, study comfortably at school. Never be afraid. Gotta be brave."
"Okay pah, I'll be brave like big brother."
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5 Years Later.
"Hey! Goddamn it, it's useless!"
Rain yells at a classmate who is a popular guy at school. In addition to his good looking face, the young man was also the son of one of the donors for the High School where Rain had been studying all along. Precisely, Rain can enjoy the learning process comfortably at this school for free, is because of the kindness of donors.
The jerk he was referring to was named Jimin.
Not without reason, this is because of the act of Jimin who always acts arbitrarily to his friends who come from the lower middle social environment.
"What's? You summoned? Me? Crazy jerk? Useless, you say?"Jimin pointed at himself, with big strides, coming at Rain and unceremoniously clutching his uniform.
"Yes! You're a crazy jerk. I can't stand to see your demon face! Apologize to my friend right now!" - said Rain, defiantly, commanding a Jimin.
"yeah? Pardon you? It's not in my dictionary. I'm not guilty. Lowly people like you are indeed very innocent. I wonder why I spend time at this school with people like you."
Bugh! Bugh! Bugh! Bugh!
Glue, glue,
Jimin ... fell unconscious, without giving a single fight.
Satisfied? From the look on his face, Rain seemed very satisfied to have taught the classmate a lesson. The annoyance that had accumulated due to the arbitrary behavior of Jimin which he often received and he witnessed so far, he finally overflowed through his brave actions.
The whole thing hysterically filled the classroom. Students and students ran to report the incident to the teacher council.
Does Jimin have no friends? Why did none of them not even help him or even make a retaliation and attack Rain?
Of course there is. But, none of them dared to approach Rain who currently really looked like he was about to eat someone. His face, very scary.
"What's this?"
"What's? Jimin!" - The homeroom teacher yelled no less hysterically.
A shock? Is correct. Anyone would be surprised to see the charming man lying helplessly on the floor. Plus, his nose and mouth were spitting out fresh blood, as a result of the grasp fruit that attacked his head several times.
The class became quiet, no one but Rain and his good friend Roze Moza.
"Rain, are you .. Is it okay?" Roze looked worried as Rain suddenly sat on the floor.
"Roze, what ... I .. have killed Jimin? I killed someone?" - he wondered, with a trembling body and a frightened face.
"Don't worry. Bad people don't seem to die easily. Rain, let's go. Your hand is also injured and must be treated immediately." - Roze dragged forcibly his friend who still looks dazed.
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Roze gave the medicine and bandaged a light wound on Rain's hand. Rain looked at his good friend with a look of pity. Here, Rain was physically injured outside, but ... Roze is also hurt because of Jimin. It could be that Roze fell in love with the jerk, the man who turned out to only use his smart brain.
"Roze, are you okay now?"
"Don't ask about my feelings. Just worry about yourself. After this, you'll face the school's court."
"Yes, too ... Noona-ku. I was confused how to deal with it. He would be so embarrassed. During my time at school, I always endured my madness. But in the end, I failed. In the graduation seconds, I made a mess. I feel guilty for Noona." - meghela breathed softly.
"Well, relax here after you nearly killed your friend? Immediately to the courtroom now!" - the prison teacher suddenly appeared in the student's dugout, where Rain and Roze were.
"Sir, we're not relaxing. Rain's hand was also injured."
"Fastly follow me." - decisively the teacher, without elaborating Roze's defense for Rain.
MEETING ROOMS..
"Sit here." - the teacher's order, asking Rain to occupy a seat that is the defendant's seat.
While in the hospital.
"Jimin, wake up baby! Mommy is worried!" - Jenni, the mother of Jimin was crying while holding the hand of her unconscious son.
Return to the Meeting Room, which has been conjured into a courtroom for Rain.
Tog tog tog tog,
An elegant woman who looked very old stepped into the meeting room, along with a man who was the father of Jimin, Mario Park.
Look at the only person who occupied the chair surrounded by the council of teachers and the students who were witnesses, Mrs Park Yoora believes that that person is the reason why her handsome granddaughter should lie in the patient's bed at this time. With an unbearable feeling of anger, Park Yoora was now standing before Rain. Mario, heading for the seat reserved for him. Sit quietly there.
"You, who has made my precious grandson nearly die?"
Park Yoora raised her palm into the air to give Rain a slap present.
PLAAAKS.
Not satisfied just once, Yoora again wanted to give a gift for a second time. However, who would have thought that the old woman's hand was now restrained by someone's hand.
"Enough, Mistress! Hitting my sister as you please won't make your granddaughter's situation instantly improve." Firmly Jisoo who suddenly just was right beside the old woman, then hit the hand violently.
Seeing the girl's courage, Mario stood up from his place. "You, brother? Where are your parents? Call 'em. If children should not be punished, then their parents should be held accountable." he said, then.
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Seriate...