Pasung Tuan Muda's

20. The Seventeen Year

Anissa POV

I'm Anissa. More by Anissa Cantika Almahera. Beautiful, according to the compliments of the boys at school. Earlier, in the basement I had just eaten an orange with my mom, spending a joking joke before heading off to school.

Every day I take a taxi, because until now the mother has not provided facilities like other sultan's children. Living in a room with a pair of iron in both legs of the mother, from whom I learned hard, I learned, trying to get into the drama of the lives of selfless humans who can do cruel things to noble women in the basement.

Time that keeps passing. Now, I'm at exactly seventeen. All the bitterness of the old man was evident in both my eyeballs. How not, since the failure of the three siblings at that time, now makes a woman named—Marissa—sang mother must languish in shackles.

Looking forward and always waiting for the time to come, today is the real drama game to begin. Based on the curses of the mother and Bi Ira, I was determined to take revenge after all the time the father had been cruel and had the heart to put up a wife since seventeen years ago.

Today, I went to school alone. After Bi Ira used to drive me, starting on Monday morning he believed that I could take care of myself. Now, I've been sitting in High School.

Of the many students in Tunas Bangsa High School. I am the prettiest and smartest girl with many achievements that I have managed to score several times.

Leisurely walking and fixing the white headscarf, I set my right foot to enter the school gate. There, on the portal that reads SMA Tunas Bangsa. The location where I used to weigh knowledge is crowded with a crowd of students and students who pass by, curiosity rains on me.

Then, I rushed over and passed some friends who were engrossed in looking at handsome students in very expensive cars.

The guy was wearing sunglasses, he glanced at me and circulated a small smile. Because he looked so foreign, I ended up walking. Maybe, because during school here, I rarely hang out and leave class like everyone else. So until now, I have not known one by one students at Tunas Bangsa High School.

Upon arrival in a classroom, both eyes glanced after finding the silhouette of the friends were looking at the screen of their respective phones. The mind can already guess that they must be gossiping about guys. It's not ethical to just think about love.

From behind, someone hit me on the shoulder slowly. "Anissa."

Because there are those who invite combat to peel the viral news, I look back. "Eh, lu, Lol. I guess who."

"May I sit next to you, Nis?" tanyanya, then he grimaced a little maksa.

"May, it is also usual not to use permission to sit down directly, you," I responded by rounding off the eyes of disgust.

Loli was sitting on the left side, he took his phone and stared steadily at the screen of social media accounts. It is a tradition of students and students in this school, before the lesson time starts, they took the time to be able to see the posts of men on Instagram.

Using my right hand, I reached for the pink pen. Sometimes I bite the pen because I am confused about what to write, today feels very boring.

How not, in the front and back of the students and students are busy with staring at their mobile phones, the head is rested on the study table.

From the left, Loli was cheering me on. "Sniss!"

"Hmmm ... what?" I asked the interlocutor and muttered a little.

"Crazy, this isn't the guy in front of our school gate?" Loli thrust her phone screen right in front of me. "Masya' Allah .. very handsome, heh ...."

At first glance I stared steadily at his phone screen, he said right this time. Because the guy was also I saw earlier when entering the school yard, but this self is still graceful and still ordinary.

From the left side, it seems like Loli is running out of words for the guy who said the new boy. He put his head on the table and was very amazed by the creation of God attached to the man's face.

"Lol! Lu why?" I nanya on a long-haired schoolgirl with a double braid on her head.

"Cowok handsome, Nis. You'll fall in love if you see it."

"Bus ...! That face you said was handsome. Gini, yes, Lol. I fell in love with the author of this novel. Besides being kind, she is also very romantic. His good looks are capable of splitting seven continents."

"Lu, heck, his dream was bad. After all, the author of this novel does not want to be the same. Kan, he already has a girlfriend," sambar Loli with a triumphant face.

Ten minutes into the conversation, the bell rang very loudly. That's a sign that study hours are about to start this morning. From the threshold of vision, Ms. Intan came while carrying a physics textbook. Not only that, the glasses-rounded woman with a very wide smile when talking brought a new student.

His face was very strange, but I saw him this morning when he walked into the school yard.

"Assalam' mualaikum ...," said Bu Intan while circulating a smile.

"Waalaikum' sallam ...," the response of all students and students in unison.

"Kids, this morning we have a very handsome new student. It is—Refaldo—student from High School Gemilang. Son, please introduce yourself."

"Assalam' mualaikum ...," greeted the man in a very firm voice.

"Waalaikum' sallam ...," answered in unison all the students who attended.

"My name is Refaldo Maulana. May you be good friends with me, and do not fall for my good looks."

From my seat I immediately spoke disgust. "Diddeliver! Very confident you're the new kid. Pride is a performance, not a face. Very tau dagang, tacky."

"Anissa, don't be ferociously dong. Refal, right, just marshyanda," ringis Bu Intan joked.

"Joking, Ms. .. not the masjanda," said all students and students.

Instantly the room became very crowded. Yes, that is the attitude of Bu Intan, most can evoke the atmosphere to be very lively. With a chirp, 'that which contains 100% comedy, makes us feel at home if he has brought his lessons.

"It's over, son?" ask the physics teacher from his seat.

"Already, Ma'am," replied a short Refal.

"Okay, when you're done, you'll sit on the last bench. Right behind Anissa." Madam Intan pointed at the empty bench that was behind me.

Then, from the front, Refal pointed as well. "There, Mom?" ideally, then change the face with the teacher.

"Yes, right there." Miss Intan pause the speech for a moment, then. "If you want to sit here, let me be in the back" he continued, circulating a smile.

The new guy scratched his head, he looked puzzled by changing his expression like a fool. Without reply, the guy with the blush of clothes coming out from inside his pants walked towards the empty bench behind me.

From the left side, Loli screeched agitatedly. He turned his seat several times and looked up without pause. As Refal flashed, Loli said.

"Hallo .. handsome guy ...."

Finished saying, Loli turned his head three hundred and sixty degrees.

"Russia ...." From the front bench, Ms. Intan called.

"Eh, yes, Mom," she replied.

A few minutes of lesson time, the teacher gave the assignment with five questions. However, I was still pondering inside the classroom regardless of the bit of material he brought this morning. For some reason, since the presence of Refaldo, I felt very sick and re-imagined the words of the mother at home.

The bitter drama of all time was the result of his father who was my father too. Suddenly, the bell rang again very loudly. The time for a break had arrived, with the novel book as reading material, I came out of the room and sat on the school terrace.

From the left side, someone was sitting next to him. Glanced occasionally at me and again threw away a gaze.

"Hi!" he said very briefly.

I got the interlocutor, apparently he's a new student. "Yes." Yeah." Finished answering briefly, I threw my gaze towards the pending novel sheet due to his invitation for just a pleasantries.

"Whose name are you?" tanyakanya.

"You know it or you want to know." Without looking at the other person, I continued reading the novel.

"Hmmm .. would like to know."

"Don't kepo! You know, we don't know yet" I said.

"We're not a class when we're in elementary school?"

"That was then, not now."

After I finished saying, I changed my position to stand firm. Then, I stepped towards the classroom again. The mind says, Fal, forgive me for not being too familiar with you. Because your nyokap has ruined my life. One day you'll know why I'm acting this way.

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