RIGEL SPACE
[03 | New Issues]
The second day of being a student at Space High School wasn't so bad for Azella. The girl was currently still combing her shoulder-length hair and letting it slide as usual. Then Azella picked up her school bag and went downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning Papa Mama." Sapa Azella cheerful.
"Morning dear." Answer papa and his mother.
"Where is your school?" Ask his father, Zeus Maxenzie Qierra.
"Not bad." Answer Azella.
"If anything says the same papa, the owner of the foundation is also tenu papa first time in college." His father said attention.
Azella only gave a faint smile. "Okay."
"How long is Daddy at home?" Ask Azella.
"Um, next Monday we leave for France again." Her mother, Hera Angela Qierra, said.
"Don't be sad darling, your brother's coming home later." Said his father who saw a gloomy look on his daughter's face.
"Rome or no, my brother was never at Papa's house. Azella was alone again. Eh-no, there are many maids, but all are like mute people, if asked to nemenin diem mulu not talking." Azella.
It made Papa and Mama laugh.
"Dear not, they're all that because they're afraid of you, how not, you're the jutek's face that." Mother Said.
Azella just sighed harshly.
"Later Papa says your brother let you stay here, so you are not alone, or you can tell your friends to stay here." His father said he gave advice.
"Can?" Azella asked enthusiastically.
"Why not? Go ahead, but stick to your limits, don't be like your brother." Mother Said.
"Yeay, I love you, Mama Papa."
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Azella steps her foot into the gate of the Space High School. This time Azella did not bring a vehicle but was escorted by her family's private driver.
Azella immediately entered her classroom, class 12 XII MIPA 2.
Azella is not a student who is active in organizing, even Azella is a lazy student, often breaking the rules, even her association in England is quite free, but still under supervision.
Azella approached Sienna and also Zia who had been sitting on their benches, because at this school one student had a snediri bench that was within walking distance of another student bench.
After greeting each other and telling stories as usual after the bell rang all students will do learning activities.
Azella sighed lazily as she recalled that the first hour would be filled by historical subjects.
Actually Azella is very lazy when the subjects of history or anything that memorizes or theories only. The biggest reason for choosing MIPA is that it does not like to memorize, or learn theories. Azella prefers to count or practice directly.
Moreover, in front of him precisely spelled teacher sat a teacher with fat stature, thick glasses and bald head.
Mr. Zambruddin, his name.
"The movement of September 30, 1965, the uprising carried out by the Communist Party of Indonesia (PKI) had the aim to overthrow the government of President Soekarno and replace the unitary state into a communist." Obviously Mr. Zambrud who somehow like a sleeping fairy tale. Azella was very sleepy.
"Old break time?" The whisper of Azella to Sienna.
Sienna glanced at the clock on her wrist.
"20 minutes to go." Said Sienna, who instantly made Azella slap her head between the folds of her hand.
"Ghost." Down slowly.
"Well, how? Understand all?" Ask Mr. Zambrud.
"Eye sir." Says the whole student. Usually if you have issued a word like this means the lesson will be over soon, right?
"Nothing asked?"
"No sir." Compact all students.
"Well, then get ready next week we'll have a verbal repetition."
"Well, no sir." Said Geri, one of the male students who sat at the very back.
"Don't how, he said he understood." Mr. Zambrud's Response.
"Don't say the word sir, write it down." Answer Geri.
"Son, just oral, Mr. Tau, modelan kayak you must ngandelin galin reply temen." Said Mr. Zambrud while confirming his glasses.
"Yes, no sir"
"Not especially you? Or do you want to get a C value?" Ask Mr. Zambrud who has started to get emotional.
"Ck, you are, what about the others? Get ready next week to learn what you've explained." Said Mr. Zambrud while tidying up his book.
"What material was woi?" Whisper one of the female students, named Kira.
"Hindu kingdom in Indonesia." Answer Pito.
"Hindu kingdom what's the contents of the rebellion G30SPKI. Don't you go." Reply Kira later.
Just contact his other friends just hold back his laughter, because Mr. Zambrud is still writing something on the teacher's desk.
"Yes, what material? I don't understand." Pito said annoyed.
"What's a fuss?" Ask Mr. Zambrud.
"Eh, it's nothing sir, we're just discussing the material you gave us." Answer Kira quickly.
"Oh so, if there are questions can follow your instagram, then ask via DM." Said Mr. Zambrud.
It just got cheers from all the students.
"Do you have Instagram?" Ask Geri.
"Yes why? You're from the protests continue." Mr. Zambrud said fiercely.
"Jeez, sir, I'm just the name." Geri.
"Here you go, let's end today's lesson, good afternoon." Said Mr. Zambrud then left the classroom.
Azella finally breathed in peace.
"Lo still have a problem with Rigel?" Sienna asked arrived.
"Rigel? Rigel who?" Azella was confused.
"That's Rigel yesterday that you fought in front of building A, yakali you forgot."
"Ohhh I forgot her name is Rigel."
"Yeah, when yesterday I told you the same thing you did in the bag." Sienna.
"It doesn't matter, that's why I missed it." Azella.
"Normally, but what?" Ask Sienna.
"Yes, the point is I don't want to deal with him anymore." Azella said firmly.
"Eh kekantin yuk? I'm a really good laper." The word Zia came suddenly, which instantly drew the hands of Azella and Sienna.
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On the other hand, six men who have always been the center of attention at Space High School are relaxing on the pocket, because all day this class has been scheduled for their free class.
"His brain has a rich temen, anything can ask for." Vixtor said while eating his chicken soto voraciously.
"Lo mah is not asking for it anymore. But morotin." Cello Correction.
"What's important is what's being highlighted." Reply Vixtor proudly.
"As far as Vix, as much as you can." Said the lazy cello.
Believe me, Vixtor is not poor, it's just too frugal. They even have a schedule to pay for Vixtor's meal. Do not be asked where the supply of Vixtor money is not small, because his Papa works as a businessman, which focuses on hospitality and resorts.
Usually Vixtor will donate all of its supplies for a month to orphanages or to people in need. Vixtor himself at a young age had joined the foundation established by his father Rigel. One of the foundations that focuses on education, and scholarships for underprivileged children.
Well, therefore his friend never protested if paying Vixtor a meal.
"Rig, there's Azella." Said Yuan who sat directly facing the entrance of the canteen.
"Not my business." Answer Rigel flat which instantly makes them all silent.
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Azella walks into the cafeteria, her footsteps lead her to the juice stand, and Azella orders her favorite tomato juice.
"Zell you don't want to eat? Just mesen juss?" Ask Sienna.
Sienna and Zia would order fried rice but Azella had no intention of ordering any food.
"No, I'm not a laper." She said Azella was slow. Then Zia and Sienna went to the table first.
Then after the juice so Azella walked towards where her friends were sitting.
But unfortunately Azella did not realize that her shoelaces were not tied properly, until unknowingly the other shoe stepped on the shoelace and Azella almost fell, fortunately still able to maintain balance. But the fate of the juice he held did not succeed in being saved. The juss was spilled and badly hit someone.
"What the hell." Bump someone who was accidentally exposed to the juice spill that Azella brought.
