My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 03

The day that awaited arrived, some disciples were sitting in a special hall along with their parents. It could be said that Golden Emperor is a special school intended for the people and their level, but not a few also those in the lower classes also attend school there. So it is commonplace to see fellow guardians of students with different caste levels meet and sit together.

The headmaster climbed the podium to deliver his speech very well. The elderly man with a lot of gray hair shows that the elite school is the same age as the man surnamed Nasution.

The welcome event has been going on smoothly, it is time for the reading of the common champion for each class.

"Good morning everyone. I'm the chairman of OSIS Golden Emperor High School. My name is Nirmala Witdiana. As a student representative I will read out 3 general champions in this year's grade-up exam..."

"...First of all starting from the 3rd grade level, and the champions are generally..." Nirmala slightly dramatized the situation, coupled with the piano effect of one of the music club members.

Many of the 3rd graders were nervous and impatient to hear who was the champion of their level. Is it the same person or is it an unexpected person.

"Arlen Madana from 3A" Nirmala said loudly. Reaping the surprise of many. Madana's name is no stranger to them, because Arlen Madana has held the status of general champion at the level of 3 years in a row.

Besides being known for his intelligence and good looks. Of course every human being who lives is obliged to know who Madana is. One of the most famous and famous families in Indonesia. Blue blood holders who dare not doubt the level of politeness and customs that they uphold even in modern times.

However, in this story an Arlen Madana is only from a low-ranking family in the family lineage. Unlike her cousin, Nadia Madana who is a descendant of the nuclear family.

Arlen went down the podium with a loud applause, the head of the Madana clan stood up to greet the only son and immediately embraced him as a sign of pride.

Shortly after escaping his father's arms, Arlen rolls his pearl on one of the girls sitting not far from his family. He looked at the girl intensely enough that the girl noticed him and the eyes of the two met.

Ayodhya smiled her smile and was immediately replied by Arlen with an equally sweet smile. The two held their sights long enough, until Ayodhya decided to refocus his attention on Nirmala who almost read out the 2nd class general champion.

"And the champion is....." Nirmala again made the atmosphere very tense. Many have guessed that it must be Ayodhya who will become the general champion this time as in the previous year.

"I bet that Radyakaya girl got it!" whispered one of the students.

"What if this time he's not the champion?" chirp another girl who seems to hate Ayodhya.

"It would be boring if that spoiled girl returned to being a champion."

The two girls who had been gossiping were a little surprised when a voice came into their conversation.

"Madana?!" shock the second girl.

Nadia raised next to her eyebrows and singed her lips (scoffs).

"Are you..?"

"I bet he's not the champion this time. Isn't that right, Dhea?" Nadia looked at the friend sitting next to her.

Dhea just kept quiet. He then turned his eyes back to the podium.

"..and the champion this time is Sabian Kusumawidjaja of class 2C."

Everyone is surprised. This is far from their expectations. Many suspect that Ayodhya will return to the position, but in fact the name Sabian who won the king's seat that day.

"What I said." Nadia grinned triumphantly. Looking mockingly at the disappointed face of Ayodhya who focused on seeing Sabian climb the podium to convey his impressions.

On the other hand, Arlen looked worriedly at Ayodhya's face that was clearly in shock with teary eyes.

Meanwhile, Ayodhya himself was no less surprised. He really didn't expect it to fall like this. Is something wrong? Are his values not enough to bring him back to the King's seat? Whahuh? And there are still many questions that his genius brain cannot answer.

Lowering his head, Ayodhya appeared to be struck. He failed, failed in everything. He then looked at Father and Mother who were also staring at him. Ayodhya's heart was increasingly sliced when Rolland and Kinar smiled and instead encouraged him who failed to bring his family name fragrant. With all the disappointment, Ayodhya left the hall and ran in an indeterminate direction.

Seriate...