Milky

Part. 16

One month passed, Bima followed the lesson well. In fact, the school that is now not much different from the old one. Only, the school has two majors devoted. Business classes and special training classes.

Bima's chair is at the back, but it is precisely the chair that is the concern of all teachers when teaching. Not infrequently Bima asked him to repeat the explanation briefly to test whether he listened to the teacher when explaining.

Bima's attitude always satisfied all teachers until gradually made it widely known to students. Especially when religious classes take place, religious teachers often praise Bima for her dexterity to answer.

Babeh the God's son!

So praise God when he saw the values of Bima lesson every night before going to bed.

The break bell rings. All the students went out, some went to the cafeteria to buy food, some went to the field just to play. However, Bima still sits in his class. Open the box that he always brought from home.

"Bim, are you bringing more supplies? In fact, I want to take you to the cafeteria," asked his friend who was so good to Bima.

"You alone, Mother is backing me with food. Would you like to taste it?" Bima raised a food that he stabbed with a fork.

"What'sthis? Why is it so strange?" He looked at the food that Bima lifted. Small round object, wrapped in peanut sauce ....

"This is a peek of his name. Try it!" He shuddered and shook. Waving his hands while running left Bima in class. Bima's little laugh echoed alone.

Bima began to learn the way of life of all students in that school. At least he understood some of the things that all students often do, especially when it comes to food. They never use their hands, there are always spoons and forks in the food they bring.

"Watch that makes it the number one." He chuckled to himself, putting the round-shaped food into his mouth.

Bima left after spending it all. Tidy up the lunchbox into the bag before leaving class for the toilet. The fine hairs on Bima's body bristled when the state of the toilet seemed quiet.

His narrow forehead shriveled to see three students standing guard in front of the toilet. Relying on his premonition, Bima continued walking to continue his wish.

"Where are you going?" prevent one of them from holding Bima's chest that was about to enter.

"I'm going to the toilet. Can't it?" ketus Bima does not like.

Her ears moved as the moaning and screeching sounds of a child rang out from inside one of the toilet cubicles.

"What are you guys doing here? Did you torture students weaker than you?" Bima's face blackened. His thick manicure grew darker with both hands clenched firmly.

"It's none of your business! Now, go! Before we hurt you!" fierce students who are large. He bent his body until their faces met.

Bugh!

Brak!

One fist Bima floated about his heart, the large body in front of him bounced and hit the wall of the toilet. The other two pairs of eyes widened, their mouths gaping to see the big boy sitting limp.

"Bad! You don't know who we are yet, do you? It was brave against us. Who are you! Just a lucky poor kid!" He blocked Bima's hand strongly.

Bima did not overreact, even though it made him sick, Bima did not grimace. The hand was held using his hand, squeezed tightly. Grimacing the boy, Bima turned the hand before throwing it.

Seeing one last child who gave up, Bima continued her steps towards the toilet cubicle that she suspected. The boy's body trembled as Bima passed by, she tightened it against the wall of fear.

Brak!

Just one kick, the door opened and showed what was inside.

"Revan? You hurt my friend!" Bima's cold voice changed the atmosphere to gripping. His gaze darkened, his face reddish, both hands growing stronger in clenching.

"Let go or I'll force you!" pinta Bima again with increasingly raucous voice.

The child smiled sneered, the pressure on Bima's friend's chest grew stronger mocking the new child.

"Who are you? Why should I obey you? He's my slave! Do you want to be my slave too?" he said arrogantly.

"Slave? Is slavery allowed in this school? I don't think!" Bima moved her feet closer.

"G ...." Revan squealed. Both of his hands were holding large hands that were holding his chest.

"Let go!" Bima urged, kicking the thighs of the child who oppressed his friend.

"Aah!" He rolled over holding his thigh which was throbbing pain. Bima pulled Revan and asked him to stand behind the body.

"Because I'm Bima, and she's my friend. I won't let anyone hurt her including you!" bima said before taking Revan out of the toilet.

The boy gaped in disbelief, there had never been anyone who dared to go against their gang. He was more and more in disbelief when he saw the situation outside the toilet. Two children grimaced in pain, and one child clung tightly to the wall.

Bima was indifferent, he kept taking his steps along with Revan towards a chair.

"You all right?" The first question after Bima sat beside him.

Revan has not said, he stroked his own chest that felt tight and sick. Cough and rub it again.

"Is it very painful? Why don't you fight back? You should have fought back!" bima said coldly. Revan lowered his head, not wanting to fight back, but he was unable to. The four children were the school's mainstay martial artists. Honey, the achievements they achieved instead they used to oppress other children.

"He's strong, Bim. I fought him, but I was in pain. I can't fight it" Revan said with his head bowed deeply.

Bima snorted, he raised his gaze boldly as the four people flashed in the other hallway. Their sight was threatening, but Bima was unafraid.

"What do they want from bullying other students?" bima asked after a long silence.

"Confession!"

"Confession?" Bima. He looked at Revan confused. His friend nodded his head as he stared at him.

"What kind of confession?" Asking demanding.

"The recognition that he is the strongest in this school, and it has been proven that no one has dared to fight him. At least before you came, Bima." His words made Bima waste a long breath. No idea why there are children who have committed crimes at their very young age.

"Silly! Does the school know? Why not just report it?" Bima turned. True, he had seen it earlier where all the students lowered their heads and moved away from the road as the four people passed by.

"Already, but they can't do much because the four people are the mainstay of this school in martial arts tournaments" replied Revan annoyed.

Bima patted his shoulder, he invited Revan to class while thinking about how to end it all.

"Don't be desperate? Maybe you were just lucky." Like knowing what's inside Bima's brain, he gave a warning.

Bima scratched his nape, turned away from being caught. Revan's fine, that's all that matters. He doesn't know who Bima is. Babeh the God.