The God of Gabut

School

The sun was still not rising, Radja was awake and immediately stepped into the stall. He saw Hadi and Sutri cutting vegetables and preparing the opening of the stall.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" ask Radja with a flat face.

"Let's help me cut the vegetables."

Radja took out a small knife and immediately stood in front of the cutting board. He immediately picked up the carrots and cucumbers and swung his hand cunningly.

The vegetable cutting job is completed at 6 a.m. The presence of Radja makes cutting vegetables and stall preparation completed faster.

"Radja, I'll take you to school. Do you want to go to school?" ask Sutri with a sweet smile.

"School, what's that place?"

"Many children are almost the same age as you, maybe they can be your friends."

Radja immediately thought he would meet the Gods who had the chance to live on earth.

"Well, I'll come to school."

Hadi and Sutri pick up the bike, as they only have one bike eventually the three choose to guide his bike.

"Radja, where are you really from?" ask Hadi while frowning. He had never seen a 15-year-old have such impressive stamina.

"I told you. I am the master of the universe, don't ask where it is. My friend made a strange path to this beautiful earth."

"Gee. It seems very interesting to live there, Yes," said Sutri who was on the other side.

"Don't imagine it. There are no sane people in that place, it's weird that they want to dethrone me but it's so weak."

"Come on, tell me your place." Sutri persuades Radja to tell him about the palace.

"There were some annoying servants and solid black stones. Sometimes they emit a bright yellow color that makes me feel uncomfortable. Anyway, that place is really boring!"

Sutri and Hadi nodded their heads, they only heard without taking the story seriously.

Arriving at the school, the security guards stopped Sutri and Hadi who were in front. Radja sits on the bike because Hadi and Sutri tell him to ride.

"What are you doing coming here?"

"We want to register this child." Hadi was the one who answered the fastest.

On the other hand Radja does not care what Hadi and Sutri say to him.

"School registration is closed. So come back next year." The security guards looked at Hadi and Sutri with sharp gazes like they wanted to get angry.

Radja who did not receive directly down from the bike. But his hand was immediately held by Sutri because he did not want to continue the problem.

"Good, sir."

Right after they turned around there was a beautiful lady and her driver using a luxury car.

Without any hesitation, the beautiful Miss directly got down from the car and thrust her hand.

"I'm Lisa."

Radja turned to his right and left, he didn't know what to do. "Oh, I'm Radja" he replied without shaking Lisa's hand.

The uncle who was at the wheel of the car directly got down and swung his palm. Radja didn't dodge he received a blow.

"Plak.." a loud slap.

Hadi and Sutri can only be quiet, they will not be able to face people like Lisa and her driver.

"Oh... This is called a slap. I don't think it hurts as much as the mothers in the stalls talk about." With innocence Radja stroked her cheeks that looked red.

Lisa and her driver widened their eyes, they did not believe the fifteen-year-old could receive a slap with his leisure. Even the child was not flinching or in the slightest pain.

The disgruntled driver instantly slapped the second and third spanking in full force. But Radja did not move in the slightest, he received a slap of leisure.

When the next slap was about to be launched, Lisa stopped him while shaking her head.

"Radja. Do you want to go to school here?"

"Yes, I hear there are a lot of gods who go to school here."

"Yes, the God who got the chance to return to earth and enjoy his life again."

Lisa laughed out loud. "It's funny Radja. It's already 2021 there is a living God."

"I'm still alive and standing in front of you."

The conversation had begun to deviate, Lisa immediately switched their conversation. "I asked again, do you want to go to this school?"

"Sure!"

"Alright, come. I'll take you to coconut school directly."

"Wait for Lisa, does school need a lot of money?" Radja grabs Lisa's tiny hand with a soft grip.

"of course. This is the most expensive school in the whole country. His reputation is also worth the price paid."

"Ah, I don't have any money."

"As long as I'm by your side don't think about money. Even this country I can buy if I want," Lisa said confidently.

"Oh, that looks interesting. I'm coming!"

They passed through the security guards easily, Sutri and Hadi also followed behind. The driver driving the car had to take him in.

"Well what it is, I'm a 5th-grade fighter. Even a trained soldier couldn't possibly receive such a loud slap."

The driver muttered and thought of many things, he still could not believe his slap was received without any significant pain.

Arriving at the headmaster's room, Lisa walked in without knocking on the door.

"Hi, that good boy should knock on the door first." Radja stops Lisa from entering the room.

"Why should I be polite to my own uncle," Lisa replied with a flat expression, she had no intention of letting go of the wrist Radja was holding.

"Don't be like that, Uncle fried rice seller also I respect. So just knock on the door, it won't take your life."

Radja insists Lisa knock on the door.

"Tuk." With little force Lisa knocked on the door.

Her uncle who saw Lisa from earlier smiled sweetly. He felt highly respected by his nephew and instantly showed himself.

"Hello, my dear nephew. There's a wind what are you visiting this stinking old man's land?"

"Uncle Zheng. I want you to take care of the paperwork regarding Radja's enrollment in my class."

"Wait, Lisa. All the kids in that class were peerless geniuses. What's your friend as smart as?"

"To be honest I'm so stupid, Uncle. If you can put me in the worst class, a lot of thugs are better" Radja said.

Lisa and Uncle Zhang looked directly at him.

"Are you sure you want to be friends with the thugs?"

"There's a lot of thugs around the stall. So maybe I'll adapt faster to the thugs."

It was decided Radja was finally placed in class J. One of the places where rich delinquents always use violence to fight for territory.

Sutri and Hadi left because their presence was enough. Lisa escorts Radja to class J which is full of graffiti on the wall.

"perfect. It's a very interesting neighborhood!" Radja.

He pushed the classroom door gently and said the greetings he had learned along the way.

"Good morning everyone!"

All eyes were staring at him.

"Wow, a very polite new student. Let's do a warm welcome."

Watercolor wrapped in plastic is directly cast. Radja is silent but Lisa very quickly destroys the watercolor-filled paste.

Everyone could instantly recognize him, he was the youngest student in the school at once the most respected.