
The school bell at the end of the school hour has sounded since earlier, in the classroom looks Laras and his colleagues are still cool talking no matter the class is empty.
"What's your plan, do you accept Amora's challenge?" ask Raisya.
"You know, there's no plan. Actually I'm lazy to take the challenge, it's no use."
"But if you don't accept it he must be getting more and more engaged" Raisya said.
"Let him be a whiz at school. I don't give a shit. You just tell her friends that I'm refusing her challenge" Laras decided.
"Seriously, what if he acts outside of school?"" ask Raisya worried.
"We live in a country of laws, right? I've sent Amora's challenge letter to my Om who works as a lawyer, so she'll know who's to blame if anything happens to me" Laras said.
"So you want to go home now? I'm going with you yeah," said Raisya .
"Come on. Mama told me to go home quick."
"Okay, your refusal has been sent to Zahra and he has replied to my message that we must wait for the risk because we dare to reject it" said Raisya align his steps.
"Let it go" answered Laras laughing.
They walked together laughing, when passing through the school gate they saw Amora cs waiting for him.
"Hey, you've dared to refuse huh, who are you? Still in 1st grade has been acting!" said Zahra, one of Amora's friends.
"Do I have to be in 3rd grade and act up?" answered Laras and he intended to continue in his footsteps.
"Wait on! I don't like you to just walk away" called Amora out loud.
Baras approached Amora until it was right in front of him.
"Then, why would I leave. It's time to go home from school. Sorry I don't usually come home late. Do you know today my Papa will come to the house and he wants to meet me in particular" Laras said slowly but with warning.
" You. Who do you think you are? Listen today I didn't do anything, but later you will definitely accept the consequences of your refusal" Amora said with a restraining temper.
Laras looked at Amora and he knew her brother from a different mother was very angry and could barely control her. However, Amora knows the consequences if Papa they know why Laras came home late.
"Laras, I can't believe you can handle Amora. So far no one has dared to fight it" said Raisya, who has been detained by Zahra.
They continued their steps towards the nearest stop waiting for the angkot to pass through their house.
"I can't believe Amora could be so rude. Is it because of the insistence of Mama Zenia who has hatred for me and also Mama. Poor Amora he simply does not deserve to have such a rude attitude," Laras said inwardly as he thought of Amora's challenge asking her to race a car with him.
"Laras, the angkot has come, let's go up," said Raisya and they immediately took the angkot to their home.
Meanwhile, the luxurious house that became the residence of Amora, Dirga Sasono was visiting to meet Zenia and Amora. He was accompanied by a handsome young man and seemed to have the talent of being a handsome man and an athletic body that would definitely become the idol of the women.
" Where's Amora? why hasn't he come home yet?" dirga asked Zenia in a sharp and cold voice.
"Amora will be home soon. Does Papa not want to rest first while waiting for Amora," persuaded Zinia gently.
Dirga stared intently at his wife's beautiful and gentle face, but for some reason since Zenia gave birth to Amora all the passion that Dirga had while with Zenia was gone, very different when she was with Indah, very different, though their age is only 3 years adrift just like the age of Amora and Larasati.
" I've been waiting almost 2 hours here. I'll go, tell Amora to be disciplined and go home in time" said Dirga and she immediately got up and walked out followed by the handsome young man who came with her.
"Why don't you wait any longer? Isn't that Om Dirga's house?" ask the man does not understand.
"Yes there is indeed the house of Om, but Om himself does not feel as a house that can be lived in," replied Dirga calmly.
"Are we going back to the hotel?" tanyakanya.
"No Bram, Om will get to know you another Om daughter. If Amora you already know her, don't you?" dirga asked the young man he called Bram.
"Yes Om, I already know him, but it's a pity that I don't like him."
"Why. Isn't she pretty?" ask Dirga.
"Beauty and ayu, but I did not find the spirit of fighting on her," Bram replied hesitantly.
"Hem."
Dirga glanced at the handsome face of the young man next to her.
"I didn't know this boy had a father-like nature or like his mother. If he was like his father then he must be a warrior who justifies all means. Meanwhile, like his mother, I'm afraid he'll be a soft young man who prioritizes feelings. If his face is a combination of both parents," said Dirga in his heart.