My Talaq!

Bully

"You got no eyes, huh? Indemnity! My expensive clothes are dirty because of you" he continued.

The cute girl with the hair cut out wearing the glasses tried to stand up. "I'm sorry, I didn't intentionally. I rushed to class," he said so gently with courtesy.

"Hey cupu, you think I'm not in a hurry? I'm the same. Because you got my clothes wet. You have to replace 500 grand."

The girl looked up, "I don't have that much money."

"Ck, poor people like you can't possibly have money. Since I'm kind, you're free to indemnify money. But, you need me to ask for a week or you'll triple replace it!" Prisil made an offer to the girl. He also saw his name tag. 'DIANDRA MAHESWARI' his name.

Diandra thought, "Where did I get that kind of money? Mother and Diana couldn't possibly have had that much money. I went to school here on a scholarship. Do I just take it?" his inner.

"One Sunday you're my servant." Prisil came back running after saying that.

From there Prisil made Diandra his ministry. With a sincere heart, Diandra received all sorts of Prisil's orders. He was often humiliated in front of all the students, made a lackey by him. No one dared to fight back because they knew that Prisil was the son of an influential person.

Prisil's arbitrary behavior towards people is never known by his parents because of their respective activities. No student wants to be Prisil's friend. They were afraid and did not want to deal with him.

The teachers did not dare to act because their parents were the biggest donors in the school. The teacher also feared that his work would be jeopardized by dealing with Prisil.

Until one day, Diandra did not feel upset over Prisil's treatment which continued to oppress him. He no longer refrained from resisting Prisil's increasingly arbitrary behavior towards himself and those around him.

Brak!

Prisil kicked down the canteen table.

"Hei cupu's. Wipe my shoes, manhunt!" prisil's orders raised his legs to the lap of the eating Diandra.

Diandra gave off a heavy breath. His patience is no more. He has his own patience. He also has the self-esteem that Diandra has to endure. He no longer wanted to constantly follow every command of the arrogant schoolboy Prisil was unusually fond of.

"I don't want to!"

Prisil. "You said you didn't want to? If you refuse k ..."

Diandra threw out Prisil's leg in his lap.

"What's? You want to report me to your parents? want to report me to the school and get me out? I don't care about all your threats anymore. I don't care if my scholarship is revoked by the school. I have pride and I will continue to defend my pride rather than constantly following your every command. Who do you think you are? Office boy, rich man son of the president? You're just a normal human being just like me. We are destined by God in the same form but different fates. Why should I be afraid of you? I've had enough of my pride you trample on. I don't want to be under your control anymore." With a loud voice Diandra stood up to face Prisil.

"You ..." Prisil clenched his hands furiously there were people who dared to fight him.

"Look at you, you don't have one friend because it's this trait that causes you to have no friends. You're arrogant, you're haughty, you're rich-ass, you're power-mad when out there there there's still a lot of people who are much taller than you." Diandra increasingly aggressively reminded Prisil if what he did was wrong.

Many pairs of eyes began to whisper about Prisil. Prisil who was looked at like that felt intimidated because he thought no one was taking his side. He felt people's gazes were so disgusted at him.

"True Diandra said, you should not be the same as us. Both humans are arrogant for mercy. Beautiful face but heart and demeanor are so ugly."

"Yes, really. He shouldn't be in school here. Just another school, the rich mind just care to treat people."

"Fuck, how dare that cupu humiliate me in front of everyone. I don't take all this. He should be taught a lesson." Prisil clenched his hands with the look of his eyes reddened furiously.

After the bell came home from school, Prisil intended to retaliate for Diandra's treatment. He waited for Diandra to leave the school outside not far from his school.

Prisil sees Diandra coming out of school on a bicycle. Prisil followed him. Feeling that the streets are quite quiet, Prisil immediately confronted Diandra.

The glasses girl fell off her bike. Prisil opens the door of his car, then drags Diandra by force.

"What do you want? Release me! I want to go home." Diandra tried to release Prisil's check.

"I won't let you go until I teach you a lesson. You've embarrassed me in front of everyone, you've made them bully me. I don't accept that!" Prisil's thrust violently pushed Diandra's body into the middle of the road.

Diandra fell down, Prisil came back to him and gripped Diandra's cheek.

"Hey cupu, I warn you, don't you ever try to harass me or I'll kill you!" his threat is full of anger.

Prisil intends to give a threat only, he is not as brave as it was to finish someone.

Diandra tried to let go of the Prisil's hand that was on her face, "I've never bullied you, you always do as you please. You should have realized, what you did was wrong." Diandra immediately stood up after successfully releasing Prisil's grip.

The two 11th-grade teenage girls were fighting in the middle of the road.

"Here, you don't talk much. I can't accept you bully me at school." Prisil took his phone and then took a picture of Diandra.

"What do you want to photograph my face?" Diandra wants to pick up her phone however, it is tepis by Prisil.

"I'll spread it if your face is a bully's face." Prisil was as strong as he could to defend it. He tried typing something and posting it.

Diandra's a bully. Be carefull! There have been many victims that he bully including Prisillia Fakhri.

"Look, I've been spreading it on social media. Haha."

"Prisil, you're so outrageous. Delete it!" Diandra tries to take Prisil's phone to delete a photo of him.

"No way!" jakak Prisil maintains his phone.

The two of them were fighting in the middle of the lonely road. Without them knowing, there is a vehicle racing fast in the direction of both.

Prisil pushed hard Diandra's body to the right edge.

The driver was drunk, and the car tried to slam the steering wheel to the right as his eyes faintly looked at the car. However, what happened.

Brakkk ....