My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 08

Sabian stood pensively on the balcony of her room. Since the incident on the roof this morning he has not met again with Ayodhya. This is really not good news considering the relationship between the two is not so close.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Shocked Satria suddenly.

Sabian squealed ferociously. "It's none of your business." Keto.

Satria chuckled. "Hmm.. So the girl is British? Your taste is quite unique Sabian." The eldest Kusumawidjaja leaned on the balcony fence.

Sabian was silent and did not respond. His eyes clearly wandered into another world.

"I heard Dad was in a relationship with Mr. President. Bahk-"

"really?" Sabian cut off the speech of the elder brother Demgan twinkle enthusiastically.

Satria smiled obliquely. "certain. My informant was never wrong." Proud to shake his index finger.

Sabian suddenly got a good plan that could help him get closer to Ayodhya. However, he could not do it alone, at least with the help of Satria even involving the Father then the plan would have a success rate of 90%.

"Sister, can-"

"I can't!" Now it was Satria's turn to cut off the brother's speech. Sabian looked down disappointed, but Satria's subsequent remarks made him excited again.

"Show the class will rise. Be the first champion and show me you deserve it. For the rest leave it to me." Said Satria cheering. And that night the two brothers spoke warmly for the first time.

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The expected test is underway, however, Sabian had diligently studied day and night even he asked his mother to find the best tutor and the result he was quite confident in doing the problems until the last day of the exam.

2 Days later the farewell day was done. Sabian confidently entered the hall with his loyal brother accompanying him.

Sabian got a wave of hands from the mother who arrived first. He smiled and immediately approached his two masters.

And without Sabian realize the distance of his seat is only 1 bench from the right seat Ayodhya which should be occupied by Satria.

"Swipe!" Tell Satria understanding. Sabian only looked at the older brother with a confused face.

Satria sighed at the silence of her sister. "Well, if you don't want to."

"Ekhem! Watch out!" Sabian acted cool again and immediately sat down beside Ayodhya. Lama Sabian silently looked at Ayodhya's face without her owner knowing.

And even when Ayodhya returned one's smile, it did not escape the sight of his eyes.

Sabian followed Ayodhya's point of view and found Arlen Madana flirting with her target girl. "Sister and sister are both troublesome." He half whispered.

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

The atmosphere was momentarily silent. Satria glanced at the sister who actually lost her life somewhere. "Sabians! Hey!" Call Satria whisper. Did not get a response Satria with the initiative to step on Sabian's feet.

"Aww!" Sabian stared fiercely at Satria who was smiling. "You're called." Obviously Satria was calm.

"What?" Sabian asked, not understanding what he was missing. After getting a good signal Sabian immediately climbed the podium and conveyed his impressions.

Seriate...