Retaliation Queensany

Chapter 6.

Since then, Petra has lost the respect of her friends.

And since then, more strange and life-threatening events in his every day.

But instead of feeling threatened and afraid, Petra focused more in her school until she became a balanced rival of Mastany in school.

Even Petra made her position equivalent to Mastany when their exam results were announced that year.

"Asthitnayiyun!, Umma is so proud that there are two class stars this year," exclaimed teacher Salwa so happy about the achievements of the two students.

But not the happy face shown by Mastany.

He was so angry and upset about it all.

In his mind was only one, Petra's destruction as quickly as possible.

So that his heartache can be quickly satisfied.

"Congratulation for you" Petra held out a hand in Mastany's direction.

"Shut up!," cried Mastany as she brushed off Petra's hand and threw away the bouquet of flowers in her hand.

Making everyone in the room speechless and staring fearfully at Mastany.

"Don't try to be sweet in front of me!, I know better who you are than your own parents!," the jolt of Mastany made teacher Salwa fear that Mastany's harsh speech affected the mental and behaviour of his other students.

"Enough Mastany!, now go back to your room and reflect on your mistake!," exclaimed teacher Salwa even in reply to the eerie gaze of Mastany.

"Why Umma?, do Umma not accept Umma's favorite student I snapped?," cried Mastany made teacher Salwa increasingly worried about the bad behavior of Mastany.

"Enough Mastany!, what nonsense is this!, if you do not shut up and obey, Umma can revoke your exam results this year!," Salwa's teacher threatened to upset Mastany.

For the sake of a Petra, Salwa's teacher dared to underestimate him, even he did not know what Mastany had experienced in the past because of Petra.

"I succeeded this year because of my own hard work Umma, and Umma could say that to me?," Mastany complained a little to make Salwa teacher satisfied, saying, what's more when you see tears of disappointment flowing in the eyes of Mastany.

"Efwan Mastany, Umma just doesn't want you to be childish like this, Petra is also your friend, she's also working hard on this test" salwa's teacher told Mastany to run out of class while throwing away her annual award.

She obviously disliked me so much, was it possible that Umma's suspicions were true about her?, and about all the trouble that had happened to me in that dormitory because of her actions?, and about all the trouble that happened to me in that dormitory?, inner Petra began to be careful of her dormitory friend.

Petra's suspicion of

Mastany is getting stronger and more basic about all her misfortune that happens in the dorm.

But he chooses to keep quiet to find out the reason behind Mastany's unusual attitude

at his.

He was so sure, everything that happened must have been his reason, and that's what he had to find out.

Since then, her second relationship has begun to appear in everyone's eyes.

"Where are you going?" asked Petra as she entered the Library that morning, and Mastany, who saw her, chose to leave.

"Why are you so fond of interfering in other people's affairs?, is that already the nature that your parents put you down?," said Mastany immediately stopped by Petra.

Petra was so upset when her parents were involved in their problems that she herself did not know what the problem was.

"Don't bring my parents, you understand!," Petra exclaimed loudly enough to make the library immediately rush to find Salwa's teacher to divorce them.

However, he was still trying to control his anger at that time.

He will try to remember always the reason for his entry into the dormitory.

Not to find enemies, but to become a famous architect in the future.

"It's Mastany, I came here just to read a book" Petra said, trying to avoid any possible altercation between them.

But this time, Petra's footsteps were stopped by Mastany.

With an annoyed look, Mastany instantly pulled up Petra's blonde hair and tried to grab the scissors from her bag.

Making all the disciples who were there run scared out of the library.

Maybe it was the first time they had seen it while they were alive.

"Let go!, what do you want to do?," exclaimed Petra, beginning to feel fear.

He did not expect, Mastany more brutal than he expected.

"This blond hair is better cut out!, you won't know how this hair makes a man blind with everything later!," sentak Mastany makes Petra astonished to hear him as well as feel more frightened in his making.

What's he talking about?, what's so obsessed with hurting me?, Petra's inner self tries to untie her hair from Mastany's grasp.

When the scissors almost cut off Petra's hair.

Master Salwa came and threw the scissors as far as possible.

"What the hell is this Mastany!," said Salwa's teacher, not believing what he saw.

Even the principal who had come with teacher Salwa was so stunned upon seeing the other side of Mastany back then.

"It's all gone!, all this criminal Mastany!," joked teacher Salwa was so tired of the problem.

"Just defend Petra until satisfied Umma, I'm fine," said Mastany walking casually leaving the library area.

"Mastany!," cried teacher Salwa but ignored by Mastany.

He continued to walk non-stop towards his room.

"You okay Petra?" asked Salwa's teacher, trying to hug Petra, who was crying at the time.

"Why does he hate me so much Umma?, why?" asked Petra so distressed.

"Get this done, Miss Salwa, calm her down, and then I'll wait for you in my room, this is all we have to talk about" whispered the principal leaving teacher Salwa alone with Petra.

The debate between Mastany and Petra was increasingly heard inside the dormitory.

And guess what, it is Mastany who often out of control every debate they occur.

Since then, Petra and Mastany seem to be getting away from their friends.

They were in the dorm without having any friends.

They spend their day studying without interacting with other students without complaining.

Until Mastany and Petra separated the class and dorm room to suppress the debate between them.