Not Planned Love (R3)

. 59-Cicit Sulung Radityan

📚. 59-Cicit Sulung Radityan

"We are indeed grateful, present and growing up in the midst of the Radityan family. It is not just about possessions, but we are grateful for the struggles they have brought us, and live comfortably." - Davino Aroon Dee Prameswari

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Monday flag ceremony, is a routine activity that is always done by all students on this earth. Including the students/i Dandelion High School. When the bell is rung five times, it means that it is a sign if the red and white flag ceremony will be carried out immediately. However, a handsome man who had just arrived at the gate of Dandelion High School with that breath of breath, seemed to have forgotten that fact. It came after a few minutes had passed since the flag ceremony began.

"Please dong sir, open the door. I just want this, pity-"

"Well, it's late for school anyway. Still want to come in." Sergey guards who stood guard at the gate that had been closed a few minutes ago.

"Sir, just for a second. It's got-"

"Have his girlfriend, right?" Guess the security guard. "You're not this schoolboy? This hat must have your wayward boyfriend, don't carry full attributes, right?"

"No sir. Here, the hat accidentally fell off"

"Well, free to. Ceremony has begun, your boyfriend must now be sunbathed in front of other students."

The handsome man breathed his breath in anger. A few minutes ago, he was willing to pay ojol 10 times, in order to travel to this place. But unfortunately, his struggle to return the hat to the owner of this gatot alias failed miserably.

"Partially, you're a handsome gini. Black and white uniform, put a block on the boat, why-"

"It's the pilot's uniform, sir, just so you know." Forever.

"Oh, pilot to! So, you're a flight boy?" Gean nodded faintly. "Well, why are you here carrying all the hats?"

"Good dragon!" Gean said. "The father must have been senile, the feeling was clear to me."

"I want to put my girlfriend's hat on, sir." His words are full of emphasis. "My girlfriend's hat is missing."

"Oh, his girlfriend's hat."

"Yes sir. So, can I come in?"

"Wetss, it's not that easy, young man."

"Huh?" Gean looked great.

"Here's the hat, let me tell your girlfriend. You go gih, a real school. Let's be pilots."

"Astagfirullah. Mother, Algean dream what night." Inner Gean in the heart.

"You ndak?" Gean seemed to think for a moment.

"Where? If not, I-"

"Eh, uh, would you sir."

"Related?"

"Yes. You see, I'm also going abroad this afternoon, afraid to forget."

"Well, you want LDRs anyway."

"Did? Sotoy deh."

"Well, you want an LDR, right? The long distance relationship. Like my wife in the village, LDR-an." Said the Satpam, thick with its jaw customs.

"Well, that's not right." Inner Gean.

"So what, you want to be pinned down with his hat?"

"Yes. Here, say hello to my girlfriend's hat." Gean.

'Boong's determination, right? But no papa.' His inner.

"Don't get dirty, say, let alone taper. That, I took him to fight, sir."

"Yes, just calm down. You are safe in my hands."

Gean smiled faintly, reaching into his pants pocket. "Make me buy cigarettes."

"Eh, no need. I don't smoke."

"Yes, make a meal. You must be eating, right?"

"Yes, I'm human."

"Yes already, this. Take sir."

"Not most of this?" Gean nodded quickly.

"No. Counting the kindness of the father who wants to be entrusted my trust." Said Gean, while giving a fractional money of one hundred thousand three pieces. "Then I'll go first sir."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Don't forget sir, the trust. Don't get the wrong address."

"Okay, siaaap."

Gean nodded, then turned around after placing the hat that accidentally adored his heart dropped on the minimarket.

"Eh, den. Whose girlfriend's name is it? I forget. Will you send me no address?"

Gean turned around, then smiled slightly. " My girlfriend's name is Arabelle Lumiera Humaira Rajapatni Az-zzioi."

"Don't forget, don't get the wrong address either."

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Today's flag ceremony looks different, especially with the presence of someone who has already stolen the attention of many eyes. No exception for the great-grandsons of Radityan who also steal the view. In fact, they quite memorized who the figure was. The beautiful figure of a shady nening manic owner who stands in the ranks of teaching staff and administrative staff.

After the ceremony, the XII classes are transported to the Hall. While class X and XI are instructed to return to their respective classes to start teaching activities (***). In the Hall room, the students/i of class XII began to wonder. What is the reason they are here? Usually, if there is socialization from the university, they will be notified from days ago.

"Tests, tests." The sound of an experimental sound from a microphone on the podium.

"Asalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarakatuh."

"Waalaikumsalam warohmatulli wabarakatuh." Answer the students/students there in unison.

"Good morning, kids."

"Good morning sir?!"

"You must be wondering, why are you gathered in this place. Today, our school has a special guest from abroad. Guest of honor who would inspire all of you, as students of class XII." The teacher who spoke on the podium.

"He was the youngest student at one of the top universities in the United States." He said again, making the occupants of the room wonder.

However, their sense of purpose was answered after a girl in shar'i hijab stood on the podium. Giving a welcome through his smooth voice, saying the reason is in this place. It also provides motivation for students/i Dandelion High School who will soon complete the white period of his ashes.

"Crazy, that was really cool who was the speaker. Horror, he had no intention to be a speaker. All of a sudden invited by the director, that's."

"Masa? Faseh was talking. Didn't expect me."

"Yes. I set up my IG account. But aslian cuy, son of the sultan."

"Which sultan? Brunney kingdom?"

"No. But, his father's CEO. His mother was a famous lawyer."

The triple who had accidentally heard the talk of their upperclassman, was silent for a moment in his place. Among the noise of the school cafeteria, they tried to sharpen their hearing.

"Whose name was that? I wonder if I'm on his face. From the tone of his speech, already cow cake silk. His eyes were poking, setting myself apart."

"Hiperbola cuy."

"But she is beautiful. Beautiful to the proper degree."

"Yes right. But whose name was it? Al, al, who's that."

"Alea Ananta Rumi."

"Ho'oh's. Alea, her name is so sweet. Especially the face that covered the veil." The other timpal, followed by another student's crisp laughter.

"Ngerumpiin and Rumi." Lirih Aroon's.

"Ho'oh's. They're ghibahin the teteh." Timpal Davin's.

"He'em. For them good talkin' good, if not. I'm gibeg, how dare they talk about our gem on this one." Imbuh Davian, while glancing at the horde of students of class XII tersebut.

"Depract." Davin.

"Mo where? Soto I haven't come." Davian.

"The secretary room."

"Why what?" It was Aroon's turn to ask.

"Meet misses the same bini." Davin said as he passed.

"Eh, bini lo class XI candidate yes." Davian reminded.

"Yes. If this is, my beloved baby." Davin said as he passed.

"Basic." Gumam Aroon.

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"Oh my God, Rumi was so cool."

"What time?"

"Yes. Arra's public speaking has lost."

The girl with the face covered smiled faintly. The food, there are two twin brothers from the side of his father's sister. Cousin-maybe that's the name for both. A cousin one year older than her. However, the matter of education is one step above them.

"Abang, where will you continue to study?" Ask.

"Still considered." Answer the owner's name.

"There's a wife. Heavy not bang?" Asked the beautiful girl, making the owner of the name smile thinly.

"No, because marriage is not a burden." Answer Arsyad.

"Subhanallah. Anyway, you gotta get through this." Said the beautiful girl.

"Surely."

The three are now in the principal's room. Even though the headmaster of Dandelion High School himself was not in place. All three had connections to be allowed to speak at the venue. Especially because they still have a close relationship with the secretary.

"Did?" Call the triple, who flocked into the room.

"Hey?"

"Don't you want a visit to our school why not talk first?"

"Yes. We'll be ready if asked."

"Yes. We're ready to take care of him." Say it in a row.

"Oh my God, why the hell is this? I came here the same papah." Alea said, open your voice.

"Owh, same private bodyguard." Kekeh Davian, memorize the over protective habits of the om.

"Chirain came home this morning." Said Aroon, taking his place beside Alea.

"I'll be flying later this afternoon."

"Why not the day after?" Ask Davian, sulking.

"Yes. We haven't had a vacation yet?" Timpal Davin's.

Alea smiled faintly. Since childhood, he was the eldest great-grandson, but he was one year younger than Arsyad and Arra. He was indeed close 'with his other cousins. Especially the triple whose age is not too far with him. With Arshad and Arra, he thinks of them as his own brother. They rarely meet because of the distance. Even if there is an opportunity during the semester break, then the father will be overprotective limiting his holiday destinations.

"God willing, if there's time for our vacation together."

"Without Anzar, period!" Davian said, voicing his opinion.

"Mustahillamah. Om Anzar is Rumi's private bodyguard."

"Ho'oh." Davin and Aroon take turns.

"What if there is an Anzar? Om Anzar is good." Sela Arra, make a sound.

"Yes, same with Arra." Aroon.

"Om Anzar is a pick. It's just Rumi and Arra doang's tea." Davian chimed in.

"Yes anyway, pry-pick"

"Yes, still. Om Anzar don't come." Davian was puffed up with his stance, making the others smile faintly as well laughing.

The sons of Radityan's daughters do have their own ways of looking after their sons. With order, as well as direction in accordance with the religious law of good and right, they keep also educate their sons and daughters with discipline. In order that later, they can grow into Radityan sons who are tough, disciplined, righteous/soleh, also have a true purpose in life, organized and can be beneficial to the wishes of many people.

Same with Radityan's great-grandson, Alea. The only daughter who is a famous CEO and a famous lawyer. The beloved daughter who was present as evidence of the fruit of her second love. Had experienced the name of loss, making both parents always keep it tight. Especially the father, Keevanzar Radityan Al-Faruq. A man who takes care of his daughter with all his body and soul, even though he is called an overprotective father, over possessive, and so on. After all, he did all that to take care of his daughter.

And now, there are also Radityan great-grandsons who take care of each other. Especially Arra and Alea, both of them will always be awake by pandavas from the Radityan 4th generation family.

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TB

BCT update👐

Hayoo... who waited up, how are you?

How's it? miss Yanda? The kara? Arras? a triple? Arsenic? Gean? or Alea who suddenly appeared?

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Sukabumi Feb 11, 2021