Queen And Prince CEO
Episode 17's
Early in the morning when the Queen is still in the room with her mattress, bolsters, pillows, blankets, and favorite doll that still surrounds her body.
There were several people talking in the living room. Two of them are familiar to the Queen, they are her father and mother and there may be two more but still a little foreign to the Queen.
“Now what time is it.”
The queen grabbed the waker's watch on the table.
06.30
The numbers that Olenya saw.
“Still too early to collect debts.”
Queen's Mumbles.
He returned his waker clock and pulled back the blanket to cover his entire body. Not long after, I heard my mother knocking on the door and calling the Queen from outside.
“Queen, out for a minute nak.”
Said Mother.
“Why bu?.”
The Queen still closed her eyes. It rained outside and made him lazy to do anything today.
“Wake up briefly.”
Call mom again.
With a lazy face, he hurried to get up without tidying up his hair first. The queen opened the door of the room and the mother immediately pulled her hand to bring her to the two men who were talking to her father and mother earlier.
“Your queen is crazy huh?.”
Say someone that even the Queen doesn't want to hear or see anymore.
With a sour face, the Queen raised her face and found out there was her homeroom teacher and Farhan was looking at her with a slice.
“Farhan why are you here?.”
Ask the Queen in annoyance.
“I didn't know you were going to be stressed like this.”
“Who did you say was crazy?. I just woke up and haven't had time to tidy up my hair.”
“Ah... sorry Queen if still sleepy sometimes can be fierce like this.”
Sela the Queen mother smiled looking at Farhan and the Queen's first-class Guardian.
“Ratu... mom here accompany Farhan to apologize to you, and invite you to return to school.”
Speech homeroom.
“Sorry mom, but why should Farhan ask mom to apologize here?.”
With her breathing still unruly due to anger, the Queen raised a question to urge Farhan. He could speak whatever he wanted when his parents were near him, because then he would be safe if at any time Farhan would do something to him.
“Mother wants you to forgive Farhan and start school again Queen. You're the only student who can represent the physics olympics in the province later this month.”
Actually the Queen has heard the news that she will be appointed to represent the school in the Olympics. So he thought it was not a joyous thing anymore or as a bridge for him to return to school.
“No way.”
The Queen's mind began to wrangle.
“Sorry I can't ma'am. Even though the apology came out of Farhan's mouth, my decision was still the same. Again I apologize.”
Queen's Speech.
He looked back at the two eyes of Farhan who began to fire. It was as if a great threat filled his soul to rebel.
“Look at Ms... Even Farhan didn't want me to go back to school.”
Queen adds.
“What?.”
“Despite my return, then the role of my life that was tortured by Farhan and his friends will definitely repeat itself. I do not want to stay up every night to do their PR, back and forth cleaning uniforms because spilled drinks.”
I don't know what's going on, but the Queen's mouth is so slippery as to admit it all.
“Queen... I will not repeat it again, I promise.”.
Farhan began to lower his ego. His eyes looked calmer now.
Queen doth. His gaze was focused with his fingers playing on his lap. He refused to fight with anyone else including his father and mother. For him, his decision could not be changed anymore.
It's not that he didn't accept an Olympic offer that not even all students can get. But it is safer if he continues his education from home. That was more than enough for him.
“Queen..”
Call Farhan.
Silent. There is no answer that can break the atmosphere in this room.
With a sour face, the Queen then rose and set foot into the room.
Drakkkk
The queen slammed the door so hard that everything in the living room was shocked to hear her.
“Pardon Queen Bu Guru and Farhan.”
The Queen's vegetables eavesdropped on their conversation from behind the door.
Unintentionally, the clear granules came out of the Queen's eye patch. His heart ached when he recalled all the treatment the children had in school. No one cares but Elizia.
“I have to how Om and Auntie so that the Queen wants to go back to school?.”
Farhan asked slightly lowered his voice.
“Ya.. like yes Farhan know, the Queen does not want to listen to anyone anymore. Even yesterday Elizia and Angga also had come to persuade him but he still kekeh do not want.”
Obviously Father Queen.
“And we as parents can only obey what he wants. Because the Queen's happiness is happiness for us too. Regarding apologies, we have forgiven you and your friends as well as Queen.”
Said the Queen Mother continue to connect.
“Nah kan Farhan. Everything is clear, so what will you do now?.”
Ask the homeroom teacher to Farhan.
“Yah.. if indeed I have to drop out of school I just accept with roomy chest bu. Because from the beginning I was guilty.”
Farhan's face looked sour. His feelings are mixed. Moreover, what is the right reason to tell both parents after going home later.
“Drop out?.”
The Queen muttered.
Guilt filled the niches of his increasingly claustrophobic heart.
Farhan dropped out of school because of me. Then how is it different from me?. This is like revenge. No. This is not what I want. Not like this the play.
Never mind. Just let him drop out. A kid like him doesn't deserve to be in school. Especially as the chairman of Osis hah.
Tidying…
Leave it alone, at least that way there will be no further casualties.
In silence, the Queen's inner self seemed to speak to each other. There is a stronger good side and a worse side to affirming his choices.
And here, the Queen pensive. Think about whether he should retract his words, or not.
“Ah...already at least if there is no Farhan, there will be no other victims of bullying anymore.”
The queen hurried up and returned to her bed.
It's still raining outside. And the sound of water gurgling down gives a calm effect of its own. Before long the Queen dissolved in the warmth of the blanket and the sound of the rain that brought the calm to bring her to the dream. Back to the immeasurable series of imaginations.
