I KIDNAPPED A HANDSOME CEO

SCHOOL

I decided to continue my education. My goal is not to get a diploma or seek knowledge.

Her original goal was simple, wanting to look normal in the woman's eyes. If I didn't go to school and just focus on computers, maybe one day he'd suspect me.

So I decided to find a school near Kosan here.

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This is my new school. All the surrounding residents call his High School the flagship and favorite. But for me this is an example of poor school and low quality education.

Don't be angry, but this is the truth. I who have been accustomed to studying at an international school can certainly feel a very far difference.

From the school facilities, cleanliness, canteen, extracurricular and most important is the quality of teachers.

Like the teacher in front of me right now, he was looking lazily and indifferently at the file of the school mutation document.

"His name is Reza?" ask the teacher while smoking in the classroom.

"Yes," I replied quietly, when in fact I wanted to scream loudly in front of his face.

"So this is your first year out of the orphanage?"

"Yes, I want to try to be independent."

"For school and daily expenses you can get from where," asked the teacher with a trivial face.

"I have savings and benefits from the government" I replied with origin and of course a lie.

The somplak master was twisting the cigarette butts that had been used up on the ashtray. He then lit the fire back to the end of his new cigarette.

"Ok, today you can go to study. I'm your chemistry teacher and your homeroom teacher."

Shit, it turns out she's my homeroom teacher. It's true, my future fate will be even grim.

I accidentally glanced at the name tag on the left of the honorary uniform. Suddenly I want to know what the name of this goddamn teacher is.

...Hary Cilia Nugroho's...

Hopefully, I don't deal with that name, I should continue to dodge with teacher Hary.

*****

The first day I sat studying in 12th grade, IPA 1 didn't make much of an impact. Everything was very ordinary and boring.

I chose to sit behind the corner, I just wanted to avoid the attention of the crowd. I want to look ordinary, not special and most important that they know I'm an orphan.

My real life story, I'll close it tight. They will never know if I am the son of the owner of a large Indonesian group.

In addition, let no one know, my real job. Even though I was a kid, I was already down in the world of technology.

Ting, Tong, Tong, Tong

What is that sound? Why does it sound so funny and unique.

Why all the faces of the students in the class suddenly boisterous. Why did the teacher just leave. Why they are out of class.

I'm still confused, pensive. Suddenly, a beautiful student approached me.

"Not out? His time of rest, you know," he said with a friendly smile.

"Oh," I answered briefly.

School breaks have begun, I noticed that the students of the state school were more happy to spend time with snacks.

I kept curious, with various oddities of the type of low-class snacks.

Starting from colorful drinks in plastic wrap and then there are straws in it. Then they ate some kind of fried flour with a used newspaper pad.

At worst, there are eggs that are beaten tightly and then dipped in a large pan filled with concentrated black oil. The egg liquid is magically swirled by a long bamboo and can finally roll perfectly

Aaaahh, that's very challenging. Do I have to try that extreme snack? I get goosebumps, it's not my taste.

Suddenly I began to remember Dira, maybe he was raised by a strange environment like this. Is this the woman's taste at school?

Am I in love with a woman like that? Living below the poverty line.

Since I didn't want to have a schoolmate, I just tried to hide. I want to find a safe place to smoke.

I walked towards the back of the school building, where I saw many male students smoking.

I don't care about them, I just want to smoke quietly.

I opened a pack of Red Malboro cigarettes, I took one stick, I lit a lighter and I smoked the tip of the cigarette with great pleasure.

Smoke billowed out of my nose and mouth, I saw the white smoke with a small smile.

It was beautiful, I thought at the time.

Suddenly, there were five male students starting to walk up to me compactly. Those with strong faces started to want to disturb me.

"Hey new boy, here," orders one large high-bodied student, I'm sure he's the most loyal person in this gang.

I didn't respond, choosing silence was the best option. I just kept focusing on smoking. As I was about to pick up the cigarette pack, another student started to hold my hand.

"Wih, that lo style, Malboro Merah bro," said the curly-haired student.

He then grabbed the cigarette pack and threw it at his friend. With the style of market thugs they immediately laughed out loud.

Really, they're so annoying. I'm really lazy to have to face this bunch of junk flies.

I turned my face and left them behind, but someone pulled my shoulder forcefully.

"Hey, if the senior again says do not dare to run away, really lo cemen," said the curly hair.

I brusquely brushed off those hands and stared at them very sharply.

"Keep your dirty hands away" replied me with a small smile. When I turned around again, one person started hitting me in the face.

JOS!

The punch landed perfectly on my face, I could feel a tremendous pain and a little dizzy. The lips also shed blood.

"Damn," my lead bravely for them.

There was a fight between high school students. At that time I felt proud of this duel, but in thinking again it turned out to be very silly.

Given her, I'm very passionate about having to fight five people at once. Make no mistake, I am an invincible black belt athlete. Even then my father immediately sent a special coach from Korea and Thailand.

****

Finally my first day of quiet and peaceful walking all failed. I too with a heavy heart must face the homeroom teacher, teacher Hary.

He with an annoyed face continued to stare at my battered face. He told me to call the guardian immediately. He didn't care about the condition of my face, he didn't ask me why I could fight.

The teacher just kept scolding me and cornered me.

Even he didn't care if I was an orphan, he kept forcing me to bring at least one person who could be my official guardian.

"I need to talk to them, otherwise don't expect you to be able to take the final school exam" he said seriously.

****

Still wearing a white ash school uniform, I chose to hang out by myself in front of an empty shophouse.

I haven't eaten all day, I don't even want to go back to that boarding house. I'm ashamed, if Dira has to see my face battered.

Maybe he'll rate me like Reza's loser. I kept daydreaming, looking at the pitch-black silent sky.

From a direction not far away, I saw a bunch of worm goons walking towards me. They were the reinforcements of five school seniors.

Are they still not satisfied with the school fights? Are they ashamed of losing to their junior?

So this is your mentality, revenge man!

Without further ado, without putting up a strong horse, they blindly started beating me.

Of course I can't reply to them, my defense can't draw. I kept getting hit hard.

All my body and head were almost crushed. I can only protect my own body with the embrace of both hands.

Suddenly someone shouted loudly, the voice of a typical woman I know very well.

"Hey, boy why are you fighting here," cried Dira unperturbedly facing the swarm of worm thugs.

"There are women who interfere with everything" chirped one of the seniors.

"Male man ko play his rocking, humiliating," taunted Dira with a jutek face.

"Sana you go, before we- "

"What, you want to rape me! Come ready to be afraid," replied Dira increasingly brave and challenging.

They were silent and did not dwell for a moment. I know they're just as surprised there's a woman as brave as her.

"If you haven't left yet, I'm ready to call the police."

Dira then took out the BlackBerry HP from her small bag, she started to scare them all.

"Totally? Want to go to jail?"

Because of Dira's stunning acting, they were finally forced to leave. They believe the woman's words.

After they left, he then ran over to me who was already lying down.

In the end, I remained a loser in his eyes.