THE FLO!

Bag. 5

I got to class and frowned. My desk is not in place. When I saw Stella, I knew it was her doing. Oh, my God, this kid is so childish. She thinks I'm gonna freak out? If he finds out I have a trace of his life on my laptop, we'll see who's gonna freak out in the end. I took a deep breath and nodded slowly. What a pity, such a beautiful child has a rotten heart. I took my phone and took a photo of where my desk and stool disappeared. I went to him and put my hand in my jacket pocket.

"If you think I'm gonna freak out, you're wrong, beautiful. Be careful, your attitude like this will not survive in the real world. I've seen someone like you before who will eventually get to the person he bullies" I said, remembering the face of my senior when I was in High School.

I turned my body around and could hear Stella laughing. I know what that laugh means. Perhaps Stella actually wanted to cover up her confusion by laughing. I walked into the teacher's room and knocked on the door and opened it. I'm looking for my homeroom teacher, Mr. Yusron the distended master. I held out my phone to her.

"Sir, my table is gone, I'm asking for a new table" I said without waiting for the question. I'm used to handing over evidence before giving other people a case so they can trust me.

"Well, how is this. We have no more tables left," said Mr. Yusron. I raise my eyebrows. He didn't sound sorry. That's where I realized this guy was the sycophant I used to meet in my office. Maybe Stella forced this man to use her father's power to ignore me.

"So you mean, I can't study in class?" ask me in a loud voice to be heard by another teacher. Apparently it worked because all the teachers in the room raised their heads and looked at me.

"It's not. I mean, how about you just stand up in the meantime?" his proposal while whispering. I frowned at me. Looks like I have to find out about this bloke. Who knew I could use to make him regret for daring to make me stand for eight hours of school.

I returned to raise my voice. "What if I sit in the teacher's office? After all the teachers were also busy with their teachings through the blackboard," I suggested in a fierce tone.

Mr. Yusron seemed surprised to hear my suggestion. He laughed crisply while glaring at me. Make no mistake, sir, I've been watered by tomato juice before. If for the problem of glaring, I am immune.

"Then what if the teacher wants a break?" he asked while looking at me as if ready to swallow me round and round.

"Are you not sitting in the teacher's room? Or the age factor that makes you unable to stand for long?" it was my reply that made his face reddened and cleared his throat. When I said that, I was deliberately staring at her distended stomach. There was laughter coming from behind us.

"Gee, sir, please sit on the teacher bench while looking for another table. I heard that first grade also had a desk advantage" proposed a male teacher who popped his head from the room next to Pak Yusron's room. I smiled as I lowered my head slightly.

"But Mr Yusron said our school has no desk left?" I asked the man while glancing at Mr. Yusron who seemed to want to kill me right then and there.

"Who said? My class has a table left. If you want, I can ask the class sister to take her to your class," said a female teacher who caught my attention. I remember this woman because she was the most beautiful teacher in the school data. If not wrongly named Rose and she's a biology teacher, X-2 homeroom teacher and school doctor.

I thanked him before leaving the teacher's room. Turning my eyeballs, I came out of the teacher's room. I realized that a pair of eyes were staring at me. When I turned my head, it was the man in glasses who looked at me. Why does Davin see me like that? Moreover, he seemed to be smiling at me. I put my shoulders up and put my feet back into the classroom.

When I opened the classroom door, I realized the eyes of the entire class were staring at me, especially Stella. He got up from his seat and came to me. She looked at me with a geeky smile that I remembered as similar to Harry Potter's Bellatrix Lestrange, the ugly witch. Unfortunately, Stella's teeth are neat, maybe it will be much more similar if the teeth are messy. I walked to where I used to sit, which was not filled with tables or benches, and leaned my body against the wall.

"Congratulations, yes. You stand for eight hours. You're having breakfast, right?" he stared at me while looking at me.

But I'm not angry. I smiled at him instead. "You think so?" my reply. I gestured using my chin to point at the entrance of the classroom.

Two children were carrying another table and a child was carrying a bench for me. I smiled at them and asked them to put it where I stood. I thanked them and they left me. Stella was still standing in her place while looking at me. Because he was disturbing my gaze, I flicked my hand in front of his face.

"Gue can't see the blackboard if you're standing there" I said and sat in my chair. "After all, you're not good to see, so would you excuse me?"

Stella turned her body while snorting and returned to her own seat. I shook my head slowly and realized that a pair of eyes were staring at me. Caesar looked at me like that. His eyes seemed to thank me. Caesar was a class with me, and so was Stella and her gang. Freya's life is suffering. He was in a class with a lot of thorns.

Actually I felt a pity when the table was wasted. There was one side on the table with sunflowers, my favorite flowers and Freya, which I knew were drawn by Freya. It seems to be a sign of how much he misses me. I bit my lower lip. Relax Freya, your brother will find justice for you.

...***...

I who have not been used to lunch since long ago, during school here always spend hours of rest in class. I just drank my coffee which I always carry in my small stainless steel thermos while I was busy with my laptop. Luckily I was at the very end of the class so no one could see me spying on them through the CCTV cameras that were connected to my laptop. When a girl with long hair and shorter than me came up to me, I hurriedly closed my laptop. I remember, he was the one who used to help me in the computer lab.

"Hi, aren't you having lunch?" ask him kindly. I shook my head while lifting my flask. "Are you full just by drinking milk?"

I frowned at me. "It's not milk" I replied as I opened my flask. He was wide-eyed when he saw the contents of my thermos which was in deep black.

"You drink black coffee? Don't pity your hull?"

I smiled without answering. How could I say that since Junior High I have been used to drinking deep black coffee and continue until I work? I frowned when he suddenly gave me a packet of bread.

"I've seen since you went to school here you never had lunch or chat with each other. You are busy with your laptop. I'm sorry you don't have any friends" he said as slowly as possible. He sounds like he's trying not to hurt me with his words.

"Because I don't have any friends yet. When I get close to you, you stay away from me" I replied, staring at him.

"We?"

"Friends classmate. Since Freya died, no one has dared to sit on this bench."

"Freya?" I asked, trying as if I didn't know my sister.

"Our late classmates. He died by suicide. Because in bully, I knew that in the end Freya would not stand it. That weak child will definitely not be able to survive if it continues to be a guyonan and bully material in this class. Moreover, Stella also did not stop cornering us so that no one dared to help Freya."

I clenched my hands under the table while continuing to try so that I would not let out any expression. Instead, I just lowered my gaze.

"Honestly, this is the first time anyone has dared to go against Stella. We have had hope since you came" he said with a smile. "For so long no one dared to fight Stella because she was the minister's son so the teachers did not dare to punish him because his father often gave donations to this school."

I frowned at me. I took a long breath while shaking. "If you think you can approach me because I dare to fight Stella, you're wrong. I have no interest in being a shield for anyone" I said. I returned the bread while looking at him. "By the way, thanks for the bread but I'm not hungry."

The girl looked at me. "You misunderstood, I—"

Her words stopped when she saw Stella enter the classroom. Stella looked at the girl and I took turns and then looked back at the girl as if she was ready to kill her. I shook weakly.

"You keep the bread. Who knows you're hungry" he said, then left my desk and ran to his own desk. I looked at the bread and put it in my desk drawer. When Stella returned to her stool, the bell rang loudly.

...***...

For almost a month I went to school there, I realized why Freya could lie to me. If I had known from the very beginning how Stella had treated her all this time, I would have made Stella regret for daring to bother my sister. I managed to survive because I compared this school to my job. Compared to my job, this is nothing. I don't care even though my desk is often lost, my bag can be found in the trash bin—where luckily I always carry my laptop—, my uniform or sports clothes are often lost, my locker is doodled and much more. I'm holding on because I know it's not time yet.

I have to find out first who the person who impregnated Freya and then I avenge me all this time. True Braxton said, revenge is a****, if I want my revenge favors, I have to do it slowly. I did manage to suspect a few people and it wasn't far off my list.

Caesar who always no comment every time I started talking about Freya and instead shifted the topic, Collin who every time I talked about Freya always praised my sister and the last Azka. But I can't find out about him because he still hasn't returned to Jakarta. I can only find out through his friends. Azka and Freya are high school sweethearts because they are equally amazing. But that all changed when they suddenly dropped out and Azka went overseas and that's where Stella started bullying my sister. When I found out, I didn't know why Stella hated Freya.

I know why. What else if I wasn't jealous of my sister?

My attention was shifted when I heard the roof door open. I lifted my head and found Davin standing there staring at me. This is what made me suspicious of him. He goes up to this place every Tuesday, the day Freya jumps off this roof. And for the past month, I've found him here every Tuesday morning.

"You're here again. Don't you know that this place is closed for students?" tanyanya while looking at me.

Maybe he didn't know I had the key to this roof. I stole this key from the security room and doubled it so I could freely go in and out of this place. I also turn off the CCTV every time I go to this place so I don't get caught.

I who was sitting while leaning my body against the wall behind me, had to look up to look at him. His body which is indeed as high as one hundred and eighty-five inches is indeed a bit difficult to see when sitting like I am doing. I closed my laptop and put it in the bag and got up.

"I see you are always in front of your laptop every time you are out of class. What are you doing?" davin asked that made me raise my eyebrows. He seems to be paying attention to me too. The proof is that he noticed me who was always busy with my laptop.

"Watching porn videos. Would you like to see?" my daughter shrugged both my shoulders. Davin seemed to singleness faint smile even though he immediately lost.

When he didn't ask again, I passed him to walk towards the door. But her voice asking me made me stop my steps.

"Do you know Freya?" tanyakanya. I turned my head a little.

"Besides he died by suicide and he's one of my class students, no." I lied and tried to keep my tone so he wouldn't suspect anything.

I did get used to myself not putting out any expressions if the topic regarding Freya came up. I'm afraid it'll interfere with my disguise here. Seeing that he didn't seem to be talking anymore, I put my foot back on.

But I was instantly speechless as she came back to call me and ask me one thing that made my body freeze.

"Then did you plant the virus on the school computer?" ask her in a very flat tone but with a very sharp expression.

I can only be silent.