Forbidden Senior

Part One | The King

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Canteen, Faculty of Economics (KaFe)

Unknowingly, my fingers turned white, my hands clenched firmly since Kak Randu was approached by his girlfriend. Not just any woman but Kak Nisa the head of the department. Her looks are beautiful, her body is sexy, and her brain is filled, making all the women in our campus envious. I am not exempt either.

I clenched my teeth again when Kak Nisa's hand stroked Kak Randu's firm jaw. If only this cafeteria was deserted by visitors, I'd pulled her hair straight as the waist of the woman and then I buried her face on the professor killer's desk because of her borderline behavior. She thinks of herself as a heroine in a romantic novel who is free to do erotic things to her lover in public. The eyes of singles will be tainted with these indecent acts.

Now I rounded my eyes perfectly as Sister Nisa turned her sensual lips to kiss Kak Randu's ranum lips. CRAZIEST. His actions are currently in violation of the FE student code of ethics. If left unchecked, this will be a justification. Can't be silenced. If I hadn't stopped him, who would?

The distance of our seats is not too far, only flanked by one empty table, after which the seat occupied by Kak Nisa who was harras Kak Randu all out. Everyone focused on their food, only I noticed that the bin*l interaction was no longer tolerable.

My hand reached for the table number made of thick plastic stuck in the middle of the table. It was a little hard to remove the glue but I managed to remove it. Cheers burst out like fireworks in my heart. Gun intake is in front of my eyes just to fire.

I threw the plastic missile into the air. She shrieked around for a moment beautifully before finally landing on someone's head. PLUGS. I pretended to suck up my unspoiled strawberry milkshake altogether. SRUPUTH. I really enjoyed the drink because it managed to sabotage the depravity of a Nisa, the Head of the Department.

As I began to devour the super-spicy siomay that danced on the tongue, I heard a roaring, tumultuous scream, the peaceful hustle and bustle of the sacrosanct.

"ANJIN*, who would dare to throw this?"

I know whose voice this is, of course, Mr. Malik Mandalika, the current Chairman of BEM Faculty. Brief information about Kak Malik, the person is firm, disciplined, his brain is smart, and the fight is good? Come to think of it again if you want to deal with people with short squats, I mean cool-headed. Oops, sorry Malik open the card.

"ANSWER, BEG*," he shouted. His eyes stared hard across the cafeteria. We, the students without office, just fell silent. No one dared to open their mouths given the man's cruelty. I saw Kak Randu standing up and approached him.

"Woyy, relax bro, inhal-exhale," he said as he poked his arm around Kak Manda's neck.

"Take off me, bego," Brother Malik tried to keep Kak Randu's arms out.

No keradddd ass, bang.

"Pipetan lo ngaku before I tear apart this canteen," he shouted while brandishing the flat object I had thrown.

I saw that everyone around me was bowed lethargic with my eyes, including the food booth guards in the corner of the canteen. It seems that between them no one would dare to confess because of course, I am the culprit. I pretended to stare down, when in fact my eyes were looking out.

I heard the Jalan*, Sister Nisa, cleared her throat in her place. Both of his eyes glared at me sharply. I know what the plotting means. Highlight who invited his opponent's duel because we have been hostile for a long time. I, the little princess, had to face off against the witch who was ready to pounce on me with her poisonous mouth.

"My, BAB*. Do I need to create a disciplinary committee to punish all those who fail to understand the true meaning of faculty ospek?"

I heard the voices of the commoners around me who were dim due to the killing aura of the BEM chief. They just squeak like the sound of frogs being swallowed by snakes. Depressing.

"Come on dong, ngaku. Don't let me be a scapegoat. If until I was accused, it was very gloomy the rest of my lecture period was lined up by the crazy BEM chairman," sambar freshman at the table beside my left.

"Lo knows, Ndri. The faculty ospek period is the age of 'dark age' for me,"

"It's not who, si. It's amazing to find the same problem of the Heartless Cruel Tyrant,"

And there are still many small folk voices that are not conveyed. Maybe the campus journalists are tired of voicing the opinions of small people who are glanced at one eye.

"Manda I can propose?"

Si Nisa K*mpret walked up to Kak Malik who was standing not far from my place. The woman threw a smile as she looked at me. I put on a dreamy face hoping to reduce the inner pressure that will soon whack.

Brother Nisa's thumb pointing at me made my face pale. Cold sweat poured out from behind my hair child without me holding back. My body trembled inundated with a sting of fear all over the body. My teeth were grinding while my nose was swollen.

Is this the end of my life?

"That girl, Manda. I see, the girl who slammed the thing you were holding," pointed it at the plastic that Kak Manda was holding.

Brother Manda threw his gaze at me. A flash of anger was clearly imprinted on his face. It was then that I felt that today was indeed the last day of my life.

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NB: Social stratification (caste) on Campus (Imagination) Kania

- Small people: Students in the 1st and 2nd semester who still wear a blue ribbon on his wrist. They are the most awful little babies in this caste. The world of the settlement for them is a jungle that is very difficult to be cleared. They have no map, no handle.

- Proletarians: Butterfly students in the 3rd and 4th semesters whose work is just a lecture home - college home. They are not too oppressed because their time on campus is only limited to learning.

- The bourgeoisie: Students who are actively organized both as members and as part division heads of each organization. They had a role to torture the little people, but his power was still hindered by the caste above him.

- Nobles: Students who served as chairmen in an organization other than BEM. Because of their smaller numbers, they served as advisers to the Kings.

- Kings and Queens: Those who have positions as the chairmen of the BEM campus. Their respect for the little ones is not to be questioned. They are too powerful and no one can stand in his way unless 'the king picks up'.

- Vice of Administrators: Assisting Administrators in carrying out their duties. The holders of this position are normal lecturers. For the killer lecturer, he almost touched the Administrator's ladder.

- Administrator: Until now this family is only inhabited by some rare species, among them the dean of the faculty.

- The Gods: Only the rector can take on a role as important as this.