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CHAPTER 3

Rest arrived, I feel bored with this strange girl's attitude. So I decided to go to the cafeteria alone leaving her. Of course I didn't bring him. In addition to his sinister appearance, from earlier he was just silent. Maybe he's really mute? Why would such a person be able to enter the superior class? Ah, the bodo time. Why would I think of such a thing.

Arriving at the cafeteria, I saw many groups made by these High School children. There is a table that is the largest among the other tables - a table that is located closest to the ball field. There are some children who from their appearance are the most popular children in school-in my opinion. And I make sure that they are XII grade children, judging from their high posture - which means handsome guys and pretty girls who are all heavy-duty. The second largest table is filled by the popular children of class XII in this school. While the table is located closest to the cafeteria shop, there is someone I recognize as a student in my class. And he looked towards me.

“Livia!” call a girl long straight hair in reddish paint, a face that is neatly dressed, very opposite to my simple face. The other limbs are filled with various accessories: his hands are filled with various bracelets, his neck is wrapped around a purple strap necklace decorated with pendants next to the heart and decorated with the letters ‘I’.

He approached me. "Let's join, yuk. same my friends!” bring him. I looked at the table at the end. There were two boys there.

I joined despite initial doubts, as I still could not adapt to them.

"know, guys. It's Livia. New student in my class." He introduced me to his friends.

“Gue Fadhil” said the skinny guy while extending his hand. I returned his hand with a smile.

On his left side there is another guy who is fat (or more accurately, a large high body even though his position is sitting, but still does not cover his posture), and still not cover his posture, relaxed and compassionate face. Compared to Fadhil. They're very showy.

“Genta.” He introduced himself.

“Oh yes. My name is Indira, Indira Gemini,” said the girl who had invited me to join.

I'm just smiling. There is no need for me to introduce myself again. Because it was represented by Indira.

As soon as I sat down, I ordered food. My stomach is hungry.

“Via, I want to know about old school lo, dong. Is the school the same as here?” Indira asked after I put my butt next to her.

“Yes, I think, the same. But the difference if in my old school, there is no 'tuh division of classes from the best to the least can not be expected. It was treated the same there. Eating in the canteen is also not a group like gini. The table should match the level of popularity.”

“Wah .. tasty too, yes, lo school. Not kayaking here. Everyone just wants to be friends with their own group. Kids from popular class with popular class kids again.”

“And you are also from the popular class - I mean the superior class, why not join them?”

“You?” Fadhil chuckles. "Lo Indira doang kali.”

I'm rattled. "Loh, so you guys ...."

Genta answered my confusion. "Gue's the same Fadhil from class C-1."

"But how can you guys be friends I mean ...."

"Yes I mean. Surely you think, there is no way 'kan brat like us can menemen same kid from popular class."

I feel guilty, that's not what I mean.

"Gue' is not those who want to meet popular class children again. I mean, the same person who is okay. What matters is fun. Why have friends, but arrogant," said Indira. Then look at Fadhil and Genta. "After all, being friends with Fadhil and Genta is not a bad thing."

They laugh. I'm smiling too. That is true what Indira said.

"So, you're still interested in being our friend?"

I'm nodding. "Of course." Then I smiled at them.

They smile too. Then eat their food back.

"Oh, yeah. Those are upperclassmen?" point me at the biggest table.

"yeah. They just want to be friends with people like them, handsome guys. And the pretty girls, the shitty ones," grumbled Fadhil.

"In addition, they are also seniors who are greatly admired in school. Especially the Leo Caucasian," continued Genta.

Surely what Genta meant was the bete guy, because of the others only he had a bule face. I wonder, what to admire about a guy who looks like a bete and arrogant so. Okay, I admit he's perfect. It still doesn't cover up his ugly nature. I turned my eyes towards the guy sitting next to her. Suddenly my lips revealed a smile after knowing that the guy was the calm guy. My heart almost stopped beating when it realized that it was also looking at me. And returned my smile - not that I was kege'eran. But really, he looked at me.

Unconsciously, Indira noticed me. "Why smile, anyway?" looking in the direction my eyes are looking. "Oh, you're looking at Denis, anyway."

Spontaneously I turned to Indira, "Denis?"

"Yeah, Denis Aries" Indira explained.

"Denis Aries." I said again. What a beautiful name.

Genta. "And sitting next to him was Leomardo. The coolest person at the same time the most arrogant and annoying of course. They turned out to be lawful. Their nature is both highly inversely proportional. I don't understand why Denis would want to be equal to a guy like Leo."

Yeap, it's true what Genta said. Just a few minutes into meeting her, I already knew her nature. I think it's still cooler, Denis. Like Genta said, I was also surprised, why a guy whose personality is inversely proportional can be so familiar - even friendly.

I drank a glass of still cold drink. And I felt a refreshing cold sensation, I immediately ate this meatball that had just arrived before me. It feels good, I really enjoy it. All of a sudden it disappeared when my eyes were fixed on the table in the corner of the cafeteria. It was there that Tara was sitting on her own while continuing to look at me. Actually, the kid's normal, huh?

"Lo why, Via?" Indira.

"Ah, no .. anu .. I'm curious about the boy. She's not normal, is she?"

"Oh the Tara? If he is, anyway, his person is strange, likes to be alone. Well ... you know how she looks is really sleek. That's why no one dares to take him." Occasionally Indira blowing noodles that are still steaming the steam.

I listened to it carefully. I don't know why I'm a little interested in the fact about that Tara. I waited for Indira to tell me again.

"And the rumor is he's an unlucky carrier. Because every time his head hurts, there will be something bad going on" he continued, fanning his overheated mouth.

I turned my head, when was there such a person? Where there may be an unlucky carrier.The term is very ancient. Not necessarily unlucky also want to be carried around with him-okay, maybe this joke is not funny.

"Masa, anyway? I don't believe 'uh with such cheap gossip. It's just the wind. After all, elo himself never saw that Tara was doing something that could bring bad luck?"

Indira put back the spoon filled with noodles that she wanted to eat earlier, then thought for a moment.

"Hmm .. never, ever. But I said his Junior High friends."

"Yes my. Because of cheap gossip like that so many do not want to be his friend." I shook my head slowly.

"Well, you're the one who's his best friend why don't you meet him? Why don't you go to the cafeteria with him?"

I grin. "So she's serem, anyway."

"That's also another reason that makes him have no friends."

Right too, anyway. He is a really big serem.

The break time is over. Indira and I told Fadhil and Genta to go to our class.

Huh, again Tara was suddenly in front of my eyes. He was still in the canteen. It's a really weird kid.

I relaxed my feet towards him. Of course to sit in my chair next to him. I watched Tara's eyes follow me.

I turned my gaze and sat down next to her. We just kept quiet. Actually I wanted to get him to talk. But don't know what to say. Fortunately, Indira asked me to talk. So I don't have to be this mute.