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"Why think of something that doesn't necessarily happen? The human task is simply to pass without trying to guess the puzzle."

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Jean yawned wide in her seat. The rear bench by sticking to the wall makes the girl free to render during lesson hours.

The increasingly heavy rain mixed with the cold and plus a fairy tale in the form of Sociological material from the Era pack up ahead there is a perfect blend to close all eyes in the classroom like magic.

And as if there were still some who were aware, Era sir remained raving in front there. No matter if anyone hears it or not.

Hello man! It's an IPS class. Everywhere is labeled a troublemaking class and does not like learning by most people. But that is the truth, class X IPS 4 consisting of 12 students and 13 students is like a class of market thugs.

The students are beautiful, but do not try to pull out the style of rumbal rinses if you do not want to be sprayed with chili in the eyes, or penalty kicks in the body.

The author suggests not. No.

Unlike the students who are almost all ready to spray chili in uniform pockets, the students are actually installments.

Strangely, however, when any girl approached, they would put out words that only had no effect on her classmates.

Namely, "Sorry, I can't date. Mama said, marry me. You want to marry me now?"

Compressed already, girls whether it's a classmate or upperclassman immediately stared strangely then retreated slowly and when passing by pretending never to know.

The sound of knocking on the door was heard, Era sir and the rest of the class turned their heads.

Only Jean looks unconcerned and puts her bag on the table. Make it a pillow and sleep facing the wall.

Sayup-sayup, Jean heard the sound of shoes approaching, the girl drowned her head even more.

Nah!

"Oh duh!"

The middle-aged teacher stood ferociously with a marker in her hand, "Let's sleep ya you!"

Fate sits alone yes this way, there is an angel of death nangkring so no one wakes up.

"The father explained the material like a fairy tale, I was sleepy. The weather also supports tuh sir, rain," Jean said with pursed lips.

"Basic! There out."

"Don't dong sir, it's raining outside. It's cold."

"Hurry out!"

Jean pretends to be surprised, "The father of the father."

"Who is baperan? That's you being called the vice-chairman of OSIS," Era's sergeant sir was upset.

Jean turned to the door only to find Krishna standing with an amused smile.

***

"What the fuck?"

The horse-pointed girl screeched loudly, making Krishna and the other four men in beards gasp.

"What the fuck?" repeated again.

"What the fuck is that? Elo is the lead singer of Ocean from now on!"

"Heh chick hustling in the music room, who the hell are you messing with me?"

Jean did not accept it. What did he say just now? Jean's? So the vocalist of the band Ocean who used to argue with him in the music room? Who used to call out his voice like a rock?

Watdepak!

"Of Je, the band needs a vocalist for the entire Jakarta prestigious race in two weeks" Rega said.

"But! Elo too, your classmate who the hell?" ask Jean, don't relax.

"Try to calm down. Can you talk all right?" Krishna raised his voice after much listening.

"Can't!"

Jean is back.

"Jean. Please," pinta Krishna firmly.

Grunting, the girl finally sat quietly in her chair.

"So let's start from the beginning. Maybe you need acquaintances," Krisna looked at the five people sitting in a semicircle nearby.

"My name is Nino Wikana, I'm a drummer" said the young man.

"Gue Aris Tancana, guitarist."

Jean squinted her eyes, she remembered the young man. Who challenged him in retirement next month.

"Lo knows me for sure, I'm Rega Dominic, bassist position."

"I'm Kaisha Ayunda. Vocalist."

Krishna looked at Jean, hinting to introduce herself as well.

"Jean. I don't like singing."

Regardless of Jean's last words, Krishna asked Ocean. "So, what's the reason you need a new band vocalist while the band race is gone?"