Star Clarissa

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"Hi, Clarissa..." Clarissa swallowed her saliva slowly, she recognized this voice. The voice that always disturbed his days at school, the voice that continued to be present after the Son invited him to speak, the voice that was always present when Kanya was not with him. "Kok alone anyway??"

"The staff is off again.." Whisper one of his friends.

"Wih, nice dong. If there's him, we can't talk to Clarissa, can we?" Pulling a chair in front of him. "May we get it."

Clarissa looked up, looking one by one at the face of the woman wearing the same uniform as her, six people. Four upperclassmen and two underclassmen in view of their name tags. Regarding their facial expressions, it was certainly not friendly.

"Why can't you?" Clarissa shook her head, she was looking safe. "When has the same deket Putra been?"

This question must be the main one. "We've never been close, ever,"

"liks.. You often look both."

"That's the son I keep talking to, brother, we're only in Junior High but never near." He said, looking down at his meatball bowl. "I'm not close to my son for anything."

"Cih, so Puutra's nervous about your deketin?"

Clarissa looks up. "No, no, not so."

BRAK!!!

the woman hit the table, the other friends seemed not to care about the fullness they had made since coming. "I don't believe it? you see who dong lo? nothing interesting at all."

"I'm self-conscious, brother,"

"Good..." The woman sitting nearby suddenly patted her head. Clarissa reflex shifts her body. "Why? disgusted by my hands?"

"Sorry, surprised." Clarissa stood up, put the remaining meatball bowl on the tray and moved away from the table. "There's a chemistry class, I have to go to the lab before the teacher comes, so I'm sorry."

"Oh, please. Happy learning."

Clarissa looked down small, "thank you sister."

Only ten steps to the cashier to give a tray and pay, someone pushed his back until he fell and the meatball bowl broke and scattered, a few splashes of sauce on his face.

"Aw hots..." Washing his face, he looked back before moving from his face.

One of them walked closer. "Be careful if you walk. Here I help you stand," stretched out his hand.

"Thank you, sister" Clarissa had grabbed her upperclassman's hand, but when she was about to stand up she spilled orange juice over her head and let go of Clarissa's hand until she fell back to the floor.

"Ups, sorry accidentally." All the students and students in the cafeteria no one broke up or helped Clarissa, they just kept quiet and became spectators. "Here I am......"

"Don't touch Clarissaaaaa.." the upperclassman hung his hand, he looked up to see Daze walking from the entrance. "Gue's gonna break your hand."

The woman who looked like a leader stood up, she walked up to her friend and told him to shift, side-by-side staring at the sharp Daze. "Lo didn't think wrong of him."

"Engga,"

"Hi, Daze. You should have been self-conscious, as one of the lackeys your son should have been on my side. Not even snapped at my friends." Say it with a tinge.

Daze lowered his head, he smiled sinisterly. "When have I been a child? you should be aware, all this time you are always chasing the Son. Until you're blind."

Clarissa grimaced in pain when the wound on her knee was stomped hard, "please talk to the Son, you who will regret having defended this spoiled and cheap girl."

BRUG!!!

"Bangs*t," someone threw a basketball at him,

"Sorry, unintentionally." the tall man walked past the dumbstruck Daze as he casually threw the ball at the stylish spoiled woman.

"Erlangga...." Snarled.

Erlangga took off her jacket and infused Clarissa's wet body, helping the petite woman to stand up. "Wanna go home?"

The steps of the two of them stopped as the three upperclassmen stood in front. "I'm sorry about Irina,"

"I'm sorry about him."

"A real apology."

"You don't try to apologize for being the same, he" he tilted his head to point at Clarissa. "All you guys including him are really very disgusting,"

"So, let's say that." Murka was clearly on her face, "you can't say anything disgusting about us."

"Why? because you're on the big man's son's side or because he's always near the Son?" Erlangga smiled faintly looking around him. "Be careful what you do."

"What do you mean..." Erlangga jerked the woman's hand to make her almost fall.

"Don't touch me, scum...." Erlangga grabbed Clarissa by the shoulder and they stopped, only Erlangga looked back at her upperclassman, "one more thing, we are not all lackeys of the Son."

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"Ah, sorry." Clarissa stood up and helped the mop and broom cloth lying on the floor, "sorry not intentionally."

"It's okay, brother, I misplaced it in the middle of the road." He prevented Clarissa from taking a bottle of floor cleaning soap, "receive cash... uh, sister Ica?"

"Eh," Clarissa smiled faintly, "you know me? sorry, who are you?" The entire person who called him with a short call must have known him very closely, but who was he?

"Don't you remember me? I'm Elijah, the upperclassman."

"That time? SMA or High School?? sorry."

Elijah chuckles amusedly, "sister is still gearsin, I've always wanted to meet brother."

"Why??"

"I'd like to apologize to you about before." Grabbing Clarissa's hand, "sister, I used to be too obsessed with the goodness of my Son until I was blind. Sorry for hurting my sister,"

Hearing that Clarissa pulled her hand, so strong that it made Elijah surprised. "I swear, I don't want to be with you.."

"I....." Elijah's eyes widened, he saw Putra staring at him with a casual look and one hand put in his pants pocket. "Sorry, I have to go."

"Hey why.....???"

Elijah pulled his hand, and began to push the cleaning cart, "same brother Son? sorry for everything, excuse me....."

The son grabbed Clarissa's arm, "who's Ca??"

"You know, he said he was my classmate, but I didn't want him at all." Scratching his head, trying to remember the woman in the cleaning service uniform who ran further and further. Clarissa looked up at the Son. "All that?"

"Yes," offered the key and a mini bag containing a jewelry box, "entrance the car first, want to buy a snack to make on the road. Nyokap same bokap again at home ngajak lunch together, you will be sick stomach if not filled first."

"Yes, chocolatte juice huh??" nodding obediently, he walked away from the Son.

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"Sorry," his hand shook, he had tried to find a way to let go, "I was wrong. I should have just left this town."

"Isn't that what I said? Irina and the other members including you have never been seen in my eyes, why are you here now and greeting Clarissa?" Elijah bowed deeply, he was already kneeling near the Son's feet, asking for mercy for the umpteenth time. "Lo know? after the horrible incident that you guys did that time for Clarissa did not want to hold me anymore. It feels so bad to see that. So I'm not gonna stay quiet to see you guys hanging around near Clarissa, have I given you a chance? live somewhere else where there is no Clarissa, out of the country or into the afterlife."

"I know I was wrong, brother, sorry, it was not on purpose, I'm here working." Her tears flowed, "i just wanted to apologize earlier, not intending to do anything."

"Who knows!!"

Elijah looked up, The son saw clearly the tears of the woman who was full of tears. "Soge, I won't say hello to sister ica....."

The son kicked Elijah in the knee, "His name is Clarissa, don't call his name at will."

"Sorry, Brother Clarissa I mean. Let me work here, brother. After I got kicked out of school, my papa had a heart attack and our company went bankrupt to treat my papa. So now I want to live independently." Elijah cried, wiping away his tears that would not stop. "I promise, if I see Clarissa's brother and sister again, I won't say hello, I'll just walk away. I beg...."

"Lo's trash should've ruined me a long time ago...." The son smiled faintly, "but I give you some leniency once again, I'll take care of you to move to another company, not here..."

"Thank you, brother..."

The son walked up the stairs, opened the door with the inscription of the emergency door, letting the sound of Elijah's crying echo in the room full of stairs.

He slightly flinched, in front of him was Clarissa who was staring at him straight noiselessly since a few minutes of staring at each other. Clarissa's face is hard to describe.

"Ca..," he called her soft.

Clarissa thrusting a cell phone. "Your phone in this bag, Daze keeps calling, she says something's important. That's why I'm looking for you."

"Oh," The son sighed. Hopefully Clarissa didn't hear the conversation, and she grabbed her phone, Daze's call is dead. "Judah we go straight away, you can nahan laper right?"

"Gue ain't laper yet."

The son smiled, "yeah yuk..."

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