Pocket Watch Games

Chapters 1. First day

His name is Holland Ren Van Andreas. He is a mixed descendant of an elaborate family tree from his mother's family.

Starting from his great-grandfather named Holland is a native Dutch while his great-grandmother of Indonesian descent has a son who is now his grandfather who died 5 years ago.

Later Ren's grandfather married a Japanese woman was born his biological mother who married a Dutchman.

Because she mastered the language used by her grandparents and father, automatically Ren's mother understood what her husband said.

There are some mysteries in this family. Her father had been in no contact for years while her mother ignored her all the time.

Ren inherits beautiful dark blue eyes from his grandfather, blonde hair from his father, and pure white from his mother. He is also very handsome.

At school he was also quite smart among his classmates until praised by people around. Neighbors even thought to think how to raise a child to be like him? His parents must be proud of him. But the situation at home is not as warm as what others think.

"Ma, I'm going to school" Ren stood quietly beside the stairs of his house waiting for an answer.

She wears full school clothes on a goodbye with her mother who is now sitting on the living room couch playing mobile phones occasionally looking at the laptop screen at the table.

"Get that pocket money for you. 5 million is enough, right?" Said Ren's mother without turning away from the phone in her hand. He was even reluctant to look at his own son's face for a second.

He caught a glimpse of a brown envelope frozen still on the table. It was just a large portion of the money that Ren's mother gave him.

/Trings

Ren checked his phone. A message came in. There it says Rp 4,000,000.00 was received.

Means in the brown envelope that contains money amounting to 1 jt rupiah.

"Yes, I'm leaving ma." Ren walked straight to the door without taking the money that was on the table.

"Hm..." Ren's mother just cleared her throat, still staring at her cell phone.

Until Ren disappears behind the door or when Ren last week won his first piano award, his mother never turns her face away from her hand-held phone. He just comes and goes.

Done it.

On the way, then run vehicles on the highway to and fro doing their own work. Ren was just walking from home to school.

Although at home there is a motorcycle that began to rot unused but Ren did not want to wear it. Ren's only reason for walking is healthier than using a motorbike. As a form of morning exercise.

"Well... It's cold.."

Warm air clearly floated and disappeared in the cold air. It was still morning even the thin fog in the air had still not disappeared completely.

Ren walked on the sidewalk alone, and a shy, pony-tailed woman approached him with a pink box of biscuits in her hand.

"p-excuse me... L'm... W-will you accept this?!"

He looks nervous standing in front of Ren while thrusting the pink box.

Because the words that arrived Ren was surprised not playing. Ren was wrong because of her. Actually this was not the first time he had received this kind of treatment but still Ren was shocked.

He felt people around him looking at the two of them with a sweet smile on their lips as if to say 'just accept'.

A flashlight of someone's cell phone camera resuscitates Ren from his daydream. He immediately pushed the pink box softly.

"I'm sorry but I don't like sweet food." Reject Ren smiling gently.

The woman seemed surprised for a moment. He lowered his hand. His face looked sad because it had been rejected raw raw by the person he liked. Whether it is being gently or harshly rejected is still a rejection.

"W-Well, I'm sorry! S-I'll remember it. T-accept-" said he was cut off by someone's voice.

"Hey, Andre" a greeting voice sounded behind him, Ren reflexively turned to see who it was.

"Oh Reva's. Coincidentally, here you are!" Ren pulled Reva's hand making her stand next to him.

While patting the shoulders of Reva who was in shock. Ren smiled at the woman riding the horse. As if having a plan, Ren looked at Reva with a sly look.

"Hey, pigtail horse. This is Reva bud-my best friend. He likes sweet foods, doesn't he, BD*? So give it to him. Dah.." after speaking Ren turned across the street leaving the two of them staring at the red light.

Without turning back, Ren continued walking straight to his school.

SMA 21 Zar's. One of the best public schools in the city with close to complete school facilities. Perhaps it is in the saying 'no one is perfect in this world'

The school is famous for its unique class divisions based on what he does with a blank piece of paper. The initial task for the new student is to do something against a piece of HVS paper.

He is free to do anything on the paper whether it is writing, drawing, doodling, tearing, squeezing or so on except to throw it away. Then students will hear the rules of the school deai OSIS chairman which amounted to 25 important regulations while handing back the papers.

Then on the next day is the announcement of class division and lesson schedule.

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Ren walked in the hallway of the second floor of the first-class specialty second building.

The door is wide open. Ren stepped his foot into the classroom full of new students. There was no one he knew there.

Ren continued walking towards the middle bench at the very back and began to daydream waiting for the teacher to enter the classroom.

Memories of the past when he was 2 years old left alone in the mall until nightfall. Everyone was confused because no one picked him up. He was placed in an orphanage for 5 years.

Reva, who had just entered the classroom, straightened out sharply on the bench where Ren was sitting. He walked quickly to Ren who was daydreaming.

"Woi Andre" He pats Ren on the shoulder until his awakening from the daydream leaves Ren shocked.

"?!" Ren frowned. His face seemed to say "what the hell?!"

"I have to accept this cake, right? Hah.." said Reva exhaled heavily while showing a pink box filled with cake to Ren.

Ren took the pink box and opened it to see the contents. The taste he hated was there blending in with the other cake.

Chocolate, strawberry, macha, and others.

"Then? You're asking for a reward? A cake for you. I've been good at giving you all his cookies." Ren stuffed the box into Reva's hands with a smile on his face.

"H-haa?! Whoa!" Reva couldn't accept what Ren said. Let alone answering Ren turned his face to the other side and ignored the continuous calls from Reva.

/Tok tok

The sound of knocking on the classroom door made Reva, Ren and the rest of the students turn their heads. There are students who don't care.

Reva who was half upset turned her face to the door and saw someone standing there waiting for their response.

Reluctantly Reva turned around and sat down on the empty bench that was one bench in front of Ren.

A woman in her 30s carrying 2 books in her hand entered the classroom. He put the two books on the teacher's desk then walked slowly in front of the class and stood straight in the middle between the 2 whiteboards.

"Hello, my beloved disciple, I am your history teacher Iva." Said Miss Iva's teacher.

There's not a single answer.

There was not a single voice among the many students in the class. They were just pensively thinking about what was in their seats while staring straight at them like statues.

Some were just leaning on their chairs paying attention to the wall clock that was ticking.

"Well children, today the history lesson will start from now." A sweet smile was clearly drawn on Iva's face. For some reason, all the disciples felt that something bad was about to happen.

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*BD \= BuDak