My Devil Man's

MDM - Part 5 flashback

It all started seven years ago. When they don't know, let alone hate. When they are still looking for meaning and want to make a life story that they think means.

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Asya walks slowly to follow Desi's mother who is now her new homeroom teacher. His eyes occasionally glanced, watching every corner of the school where he would spend less than a year of his student life. That was the impression he got from Hope High School.

"See, you will be placed in my class, class XII IPA 2. I hope you can socialize well yes..," said Desi's mother gently, making Asya turn her eyes that were previously still glued to every corner of the school she explored.

Asya turned her head and nodded in agreement with the words of her homeroom teacher.

A few minutes walk Asya also until his new class. He then entered, and walked side by side with Desi's mother.

"Good morning children..," said Desi's mother to all her students.

The disciples who were still chatting ria then glanced and immediately ran frantically to their respective seats. Not to forget, they also put on a confused expression because they saw a foreign face next to the homeroom teacher.

"From now on there will be new students in our class.. Come on Asya, introduce yourself.."

For a moment Asya looked down at every corner of the space he was going to occupy. He let out a long sigh, arranging it over and over again so as not to get too nervous later on. "Include my name Asya Arsellia, can be called Asya. I moved from Taruna Mandiri High School..," said Asya loudly with one breath.

Desi's mother turned to Asya and smiled softly, then a look she circulated -- looking for an empty chair for Asya to sit on. "Yes, you are sitting next to Naura, yes" he said, pointing to the right-most corner of the class where the empty seat was.

Asya nodded obediently then leisurely headed towards the chair in question.

Naura, her side friend turned her head and changed her sitting position to face this friend. His hand he offered a sign of wanting to start a friendship. "My name is Naura.."

"My name is Asya.." Asya smiled as she welcomed the hand.

"Gue hope you're at home for school here.. Oh yes, also know this who is sitting in front of us her name is Lyla the same Esfi..," continued Naura introduced two friends who have also changed their sitting position facing them.

"Later time off we will take a trip around the school. You want not??"

"You.", Asya replied quickly without wanting to waste the opportunity.

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Asya gulped down a glass of cold tea to refresh the dry esophagus as a result of touring one school earlier. Do not forget the lentic finger wash sweat that is difficult to compromise especially if it has known the word tired.

"Where, are you tired??". asked Naura while offering a glass of cold drink to Asya who seems still thirsty.

Asya looked up then happily received the drink. "He's tired of it. It's also a big school.."

"That's not how much Sya, you haven't seen the perpus, the lab let alone the basketball court. Duh...when I talk about basketball courts, why do I want to be the handsome Zidan, huh??" Lyla smiled with an expression she only showed when she was talking about the man named Zidan.

Suggest Naura rolling her eyes panted. "Hedehh!! I'm talking about this boy again.."

Asya who had noticed earlier wanted to laugh at the behavior of her two new friends. Feeling interested, Asya leaned closer. I don't know why he was curious and wanted to know more. "Who is Zidan??"

Lyla's eyes widened at hearing Asya's question which she thought was absurd. "What?? I know you're Sya's new kid.. But who doesn't know Zidan?? His kindness has spread widely.. Don't you know??".

Asya shook her head not understanding. Because to be honest even though Lyla describes the man named Zidan Asya still does not know him.

"Lo on don't say this to anyone, especially Esfi. And for you Sya, Zidan is the most wanted boy at Hope High School. I've been a basketball player, handsome, accomplished again. But this is not what I want to say.. I just got this info from my bokap yesterday if it turns out that Zidan is the grandson of a twisted tyrant. His grandfather had a big company, only he didn't want to tell anyone. If it's not wrong, it's Van.. Van's.. Van what the hell?? Ahhh know ah. anyway..," explained Lyla slightly whispering.

"Oo pantes he's s'then gonna change motor sport..," answered Naura concluded.

Asya who was still confused could only see these two friends alternately. He became even more curious as to who Zidan really was.

Grukk.. Grukk..

A strange voice suddenly sounded to break the chatter they were talking about. Lyla and Naura compactly looked at Asya who was sculpting with a slightly reddened face, as of course the voice came from her.

"Lo laper Sya?." asked Lyla slightly holding back a laugh.

Asya nodded and gently rubbed her starving stomach.

"Buy meatballs for ilangin laper lo.. Want me to go to Temenin??"

"No, I bought it myself.. Where does it sell??"

Naura pointed at the one stall that was right behind them. "That's the place.. Yeah, well, why don't you buy it yourself??"

"What the hell.. Yaudah I bought meatballs first huh.." Asya went to the place Naura had pointed to.

"Bang. pesen one bowl yes. pedes.."

A few minutes later the order was ready. After paying, Asya then took the hot bowl filled with meatballs and carried it carefully.

"That's Zidan!!"

"Wihh crazy!! I'm stunned.."

"Zidan's.. Here!!"

"Zidan's.."

There was a commotion all over the cafeteria, voices complaining about the person who had just been the topic of the conversation.

And suddenly..

Dugs..

Pranks..

"Aww. so hot.." Asya complained to hold the heat that perched in the hand because the meatballs he brought spilled and hit it.

While the man who hit him just stared, silent and did not speak.

Yuda the man beside him poke to resuscitate his friend. "Zidan's.. Woi's aware!! Help dong tu the girl you hit. Kasian's hands are spilling meatballs.."

Zidan gasped quickly, regained consciousness and immediately crouched down to equalize high with Asya who fell down because of it. His eyes did not come off Asya's face. "You.. is it okay?? Sorry.."