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Prologue 02

The same morning as the morning before. Yellowish rays that highlight the soil that still feels moist. Then the clouds slowly billowed into one. Limiting the warmth of the light that has not been blazing.

The two girls who were clutching each other with her familiar. Embracing each other with a wide smile that is clearly reflected in the look of the two.

One girl had long curly hair and the other had short hair with barely neat cuts. Also white-gray uniforms that are in sync with each other.

"Eh? You just shot that, huh? Whoa, crazy!" The pale-skinned girl exclaimed.

"Hmph, that Chaca, you know," she puffed her chest proud.

"Tsk, that's why his pride is so exorbitant." He turned his head in the other direction.

"Thousin' that woy's little woy!" The curly-haired girl —Chaca—lantas brought her face closer until almost her second nose met the girl's face.

"Get aside," he pushed Chaca's face away. "Lo stinks mouth!"

"Amarie, your face looks like a hundred percent doesn't look like the Kenyan!" Chaca who had once cast a glare back pondered in silence.

"Kepo lo!" Amarie suddenly regressed her body and looked at her playfully.

"Gee! This time seriously,"

"And why can Kak Andhi can-ja nerima lo who in fact ngenes girl kayak gini? It was still tenth grade as well," just like Chaca, Amarie also had a full-fledged water search.

"Don't switch my conversation, Siskayla!" Chaca is puffing her cheeks.

"Either\~" his legs began to move a little more nimble each step as he moved away from Chaca who seemed to be slowing down. Looking at Chaca who stopped her steps, Amarie started to approach her and pulled her hand.

"Quick Chaca chocolate! Later we can-can be punished with a big chekgu, loh!" He exclaimed without caring about the strange gazes of various people.

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"Aaric, until when did you continue to behave like that," the heavy voice sounded eloquent.

The conversation with English that was done by the two from earlier seemed to ignite a spark that was ready to burn for a moment again. Tension raked the two to forget the woman lying helplessly on the bone-white bed.

An old man sat on a wheelchair pushing both wheels back. Then he pushed the white-painted door with all his effort right after he pulled the doorknob.

That firm gaze seemed to attract the middle-aged man who was staring blankly to pay attention to himself. And swiftly the middle-aged man across there responded to his silent gesture.

"Siska, that woman will never be able to get up from her coma again. It's been 15 years since the tragic accident. And even if he still managed to wake up, he would definitely have a hard time dealing with his family's problems. Not to mention after finding out his other son had died. It's very difficult for him, Aaric, let him go, after that, he won't suffer anymore."

The middle-aged man—Aaric—gave a panted look. Then take a deep breath, "Dad must be kidding! Via, Vio, Ken, and Charlie. We can't live without Siska, Dad! Not to mention Via and Vio, they had never once spoken to his Mommy!" His voice rose by more than an octave when talking about his beloved wife.

"Charlie has turned 22, and that's more than enough for him to take care of our family company. Not to mention Ken, he's about 19 years old! And he has graduated from his advanced education! They both need to be guided by you! By him who better understands the problem of Philiew's Corp. Instead of sitting and waiting for Siska to wake up from her sleep," the wrinkled-faced man's jaw further hardened.

"Stop, Dad! Stop that!" Aaric grew increasingly irritated by his father's attitude towards his wife who was in a coma on a hospital bed.

"I should have given this responsibility to Hanry from the beginning!"

"Dad won't understand! Dad even divorced Mom just because Dad thought she wasn't a dick! Do you think things will go according to Dad's plan?!" The flames grew fiery as Aaric suddenly rose from his seat.

"Siska doesn't need a temparamental guy like you, Aaric!"

"Dad doesn't have to advise me about what Dad knows the least" he said furiously, then rushed to the exit.

Honestly, in his heart he made all kinds of vows that he knew. If only this old man wasn't his father, he would have been dead by now.

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Cool air passes due to the air from the air conditioning that is burning along the track. The excitement of people passing by adds to the noise pollution that has been available since time.

A teenage girl in a feminine manner, rushed with breath in a frenzy towards a man who looked a little like her. As if he had run long, the girl gathered a deep breath.

"Via, where's Vio?" The heavy voice resuscitated the girl—Via—from her imagination.

"In-he again .. that." He held his chest still up and down. Then the man turned to the direction indicated by Via's index finger.

He saw a handsome man who had a face that was not inferior to him. But also he has details that are so similar to his little sister.

"Gosh, Via," Via chuckled as he scratched his nape, "how many items did you bring!?" His touch hit his youngest brother's head.

"Are you kidding me? You never wish me anymore! At the very least, you asked your sweet sister to help me," she showed a barrage of easy red suitcases on both hands.

More precisely, Via carries 4 suitcases at once to Indonesia and Vio only carries a giant backpack with navy dominant color on his back. His sapphire bead was instantly filled with vexation. He tidied his old brown hair, then continued his path full of spite. Of course, after leaving the luggage luggage that was taken care of by Via.

"Use Indonesian here, Challies!" The thrill when Vio's shadow starts to shrink.

"Regular, brother. Vio kan tsundere." Via replied with a smile, but said in a very flat tone as if it was none of his business at all.

"Thank God, you're on that my sisters. If not I getokin his head one by one," his his hiss looked at Via who was chasing Vio.

They walked a considerable distance. Walk towards the car that this man was carrying. Kendrick's name.

The thick black haired man is a little shabby from the hair of the average Indonesian people. Her sapphire beads were sometimes filled with worry for her sisters. He looked at the two who were drifting away, as if leaving himself for all eternity.

At the parking lot Via seemed to look there and here with a look of confusion.

"Where are we going Vio?" Via gleaming confusion.

"Maybe there," Vio walked after embracing Via's hand in the direction he had been looking at earlier.

"Maybe?"

"Hm"

"Boring," whispered Via once again breaking the silence.

"By the way, what did you bring in your suitscases?" Ask without turning around in the slightest.

"Nothing," Vio's steps came to a halt.

"Go's,"

"Huh?"

"Go back and take your suitcases. Or no, I'll throw away your suitscases by myself." Vio turned around and looked at Via horror.

She hated being played like this by her own twin sister. Although Via is his most innocent and annoying sister. His sister is more multi-talented than he is.

"Sister Ken\~! Vio's in English again, you know!" He cried when he saw Kendrick who was walking quickly towards the two with difficulty.

"Free, Brother," whispered Vio. "It's empty, it's not there."

Kendrick immediately glared at Via. "Calm down, brother, calm down."

"It could be via ulasin, really. Actually Via was willing to bring souvenirs for friends Via in New York." Via hurriedly smiled awkwardly and subconsciously took one step back.

"What many friends are there, Vio?" Kendrick turned to look at Vio with anticipation.

"much. Maybe even my Big Brother and friend's friends are still not enough to be comparable to many of Via's friends." Vio shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Surely Vio has friends, huh?"

"Maybe," Vio now reached into his pocket and turned on his smartphone.

Then Kendrick returned his gaze to Via, "how many," appeared Via who was still counting with his two hands of grain.

"Two hundred ..." Kendrick pulled his eyebrows down. "Three hundred one, brother!"

"As you know, brother." Vio chimed in with a bead that was still focused on his smart phone.

"With your extreme social skills it's not impossible" Kendrick began walking with a suitcase in both hands.

"Aren't you sure you'd still want to take that?" Vio pointed at the four suitcases after putting his smartphone back into his pocket.

"Hm, baby if it's thrown away."

. . .

The two girls—Amarie and Chaca— are walking towards class peacefully. Without a single sound. What else Chaca's never-suspended abrasive voice is now inaudible.

"Tumben lo calm down this time, Cha." Amarie glanced at the movements of Chaca who had looked strange in the eyes of the girl.

"Udah afternoon." Chaca was still staring blankly ahead. "Morely think of my laundry,"

"But, it's so random!"

"Magic," Amarie's eyes curl when he sees Chaca's attention returning to the real world.

"Lazy cingcong?"

"Lazy chopped, eh no. Want to chop people up again mean." Amarie's smile grew wider.

"Oh, I know! Lo again want to chop pelako, huh, right?"

"Well, pinter!"

"Pelakor is everywhere\~" the two again chuckled.

"According to you, people are a bit weird, aren't you?" Chaca stared straight at her best friend since this Junior High.

"Weird why?"

"They don't know if you're next to me every time I walk with you." Chaca once frowned when remembering some events that she thought looked awkward.

"Hahahah .. That's because I'm too smart. So, swing, they don't know if I'm there." Chaca tilted her head in confusion while stroking her chin.

"Or because the elo is too pretty until I'm forgotten."

"Or .. don't-don't ..." He looked up at the ceiling with a glaring look.

"Lo is a ghost!" Amarie hastily clings to her best friend's head, eliciting a ringing from Chaca.

"Buckoo! I'm still human, brown."

They returned silent without sound as they passed through the existing corridors. Until when someone hit Amarie's shoulder. Amarie did not need to look up just to find out who did it, because from the beginning he already knew who it was.

"What's up, Kenya?" Amarie stared at the girl who was slightly taller than him.

Girl wearing a sweater and a short gray skirt. With long hair that had been painted red lit up by himself. The look of hate that he offered when the eyes of the two met.

"Heh, that elo, yeah! I told you that the road was an eye pack!" Kenya pushes Amarie's body backwards. But Amarie still managed to keep her balance despite her rather weak body.

"Gue walk with feet, really. Where is there a way to use the eyes, want your eyes blind? Or let's not be hard, let me just hollow your eyes?" Amarie threw a cold gaze accompanied by an increasingly fluffy smile on her face.

"That's the third man, Kenya. Always be the first to turn black into white to antagonize you." Cynical girl standing right behind Kenya. Amarie guessed the girl was one of the Kenyan ladies.

"A person******have to remain loyal, and bark when your employer asks." Amarie twisted her finger without even looking at the girl once.

"Lo tell me ******!?" The girl immediately came forward and pushed Amarie down.

Oh naw.

Amarie felt her wound re-open and her stomach grow sore. His stomach had been slashed without mercy by his Kenyan father. The blood was more and more until it managed to escape from the white uniform that Amarie had painstakingly bought with his money.

The Kenyan who saw the incident immediately gave a code to his other friends to lift Amarie's body still wriggling on the floor.

"If anyone dares to report this incident to the teacher, watch out for all I'm monitoring! You die if you dare to report!" Kenya raised his hand up.

Several people were seen staring at Amarie with concerned look. They felt pity from the bottom of their hearts. But why did they help him? It will not benefit them. Instead it is the suffering they will receive.

For them Amarie is not important. He is not a person who is too smart in academics or non-academic, or is good at getting along with many people. Or not a very acute nerd. She is just one of the hundreds of students at this school.

Overordinary

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Amarie felt a pain hit her stomach as she tried to open her eyes. Her eyelids are still heavy and her eyes are blurred. He could not see anything clearly.

"Amarie? Already awake?" Asked an unknown voice Amarie at first.

"Sir Andhi?" He opened his voice that was still hoarse and vague.

"Yes. You are now in the UKS. Don't move much, your stomach is really hurt, you know."

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