My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 06

A Lamborghini Reventon-branded car splits the night into a five-star restaurant. Towards the parking lot in the basement of the 21st floor car with the title number 1 is neatly discussed among other luxury cars.

Seemed inside there is a handsome man with a cold face is holding the wheel of the car with the mind drifting somewhere.

7 Years ago...

The Golden Emperor High School

The school library is a favorite place for a young man who seems to be engrossed in his world. With both ears covered in headsets and eyes busy looking at the contents of a book.

"Look! Lookie! The Princess is coming!" The sound of footsteps vying filled the corridor towards the Golden Emperor courtyard.

The young man then raised his face and looked his head at the window to see what was causing the commotion on his quiet day.

Seen in the reflection of his black eyes 3 pieces of luxury sedan cars parked in the yard. What did not last long came out some people in black uniforms and a beautiful girl in gold.

The young man was enchanted, he was truly fascinated with those ocean blue eyes. Beautiful eyes that he had seen for the first time. It was beautiful and made him feel the thump on his heart for the first time.

The pitch-black haired youth touched his chest. It feels really weird. He had never felt this kind of crazy pounding before, it was so beautiful and rhythmic. And for the first time he was interested in something other than books, and with lightning speed he followed the steps of the students who had already made the crowd.

He could be seen very closely the girl stepped out full of beauty, elegance, and with all the other charms she brought. The young man remained focused on the sun girl until her body was lost in 2A grade.

In complete disassociation the young man left his place and walked towards his own class. However, before completely moving out of place, the young man looked back at the classroom where the girl who was the captivator of his heart disappeared.

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Geck! Geck!

How could? How could he miss such an interesting thing that almost 2 years escaped his observation. The girl by the name of Ayodhya Princess Radyakaya, she really missed that name in the list of influential people in her life.

Naturally, if he had not recognized him, because he himself is not the type of person who would carelessly include someone who is not too important for his life on a list that will be remembered for life. Including the daughter of a president like Ayodhya for example. He truly regrets his current nature.

"What makes you so lost in daydreams, my sister?" Suddenly a baritone voice burst in and erased all delusion from the young man.

The young man ignored the adult man who was 5 years older than him and busied himself by opening his textbook.

The man who is known as the eldest brother of the young man took a step closer to the younger brother and then flipped the book which was actually read upside down by his younger brother.

"It seems that Madana girl no longer grabs your attention khe, Sabian!"

The young man by the name of Sabian glanced his black eyes at the elder brother. "What do you want to know, Satria?!" Sarcastic ask.

Satria just sniffed her shoulders indifferently and moved away from her sister's study table. "Mom told me to call you to dinner." And after that Satria breezed casually out of his sister's room.

At his place, Sabian secretly took out something from behind the ledger he had been reading since. There is a picture of Ayodhya sitting in the school garden alone reading the same book that became her favorite book.

Sabian loved watching the photos of Ayodhya who seemed to enjoy her reading books. He really liked all the things about the girl he just knew was of British-Indonesian descent. However, Sabian spontaneously realized that Ayodhya seemed popular but no 1 person became his friend. Sabian thought for a moment that Ayodhya was just like her. Living by relying on yourself. Something that makes Sabian give all his attention to...

"Sabians! Get down, son!" His mother's loud voice broke all Sabian fantasies about Ayodhya.

"I'm coming, Mom." The reply then hurriedly went back to hide the photo of Ayodhya and rushed down.

Seriate...