The Lovely One's

Chapter 1: Prologue

A girl looked softly out the window of the car she was riding in, looking at the envy of a bunch of school children in the same high school uniform as if they were riding on a school bus.

Usually people will envy him who every time he leaves or goes home from school using a private car but, he actually did not enjoy it at all.

The girl could have taken public transportation but her parents did not allow her for safety reasons.

Both of his hands that were on his lap clenched while his breathing began to sting remember the event that traumatized him.

Both of his parents have banned him from boarding school buses since the incident, he who was then eight years old was certainly not happy about the decision because he was accompanied by his father who was super busy leaving school but, already seven years passed, the incident no longer had too much effect on him, his father had also stopped taking him to school when he stepped on the third grade of Junior High so he should be allowed to take public transportation again, in fact it is not that easy.

Either he must be grateful or will not side excessive protection of his parents who still do not allow himself to ride public transportation.

He understood if not allowed to take public transportation but, at least he wanted to be allowed to take the school bus, he was eager to feel the feeling of leaving with his friends, he said, and most importantly of all he wanted his friends to stop calling him 'Mr Princess'.

Indeed, for most people would be happy to be called 'Mr Princess' especially by men, but for him it is not at all as a derision because of the definition of 'Mr Princess' for him a woman who only depends on others even though there are not so.

He just wanted his friends to call his name.

"Miss Starla, we've reached school" said the chauffeur politely.

The girl named Starla returned from her daydream, her brown eyes glancing out; it was true, it had already arrived at school. "Thank you, Arthur" she said gently and then got out of the car, and waved her hand and went into the school.

Starla stepped through the sports field with her face slightly bowed so that the sunlight did not hit her face directly, she was already wearing sunscreen protection but still in case, wrong also forgot to wear a hat.

"Starla!"

Starla automatically stopped stepping on hearing her name being called, she turned her head towards the voice; a black-haired girl in a ponytail was running towards her. "Luna. Good morning." warmed up as soon as the girl named Luna got in front of him.

Luna took a breath for a moment winning herself over. "Good morning too, La" he said. "I see you still haven't managed to persuade your parents" he said.

Starla puffed her cheeks irritatedly remembering him. "I've been trying but you know what my mom is like, Mama's like,"

"Ouch," Luna sympathized to hear it, she knew how difficult it was to persuade Starla's father. "You know your parents did this for you, too, and you're the only daughter."

Starla rolled her eyeballs, and continued on her way to class. "Don't remind me" he said.

Luna laughed a little. "I don't understand why you're so obsessed with wanting to take the school bus, but riding in a car is better, it's free not to jostle with people" he said. "Although it was fun to see a handsome-looking upperclassman there" he explained cheerfully and then remembered the incident on the bus. "Oh, I got the lottery! You know not Rendy's sister from class 3 IPS 4? Must know dong! He asked for my cell phone number! My cell phone number!" it was shock, still in disbelief.

Starla's eyes are round, of course he knows Rendy, the young man is quite famous as a reliable volleyball player, not to forget his handsome face became a plus for his friends and his underclassmen to enter the volleyball club, if lucky they could be taught by Rendy. He himself also entered the volleyball club but, not to see Rendy, purely because he had since childhood liked to watch his grandmother play volleyball in the stadium.

Rendy for Starla is just 'eye candy', she actually admires Rendy's style of play more than the face of the young man, a hard smash that is difficult to reply to by other members once he is fascinated.

"If that's the case, be careful with her," Starla said as she blinked her ignorant eyes. "Later secretly she can smash your heart, Luna." she said.

Luna's cheeks then blushed after hearing it. "I-I don't think it's that easy!" despite his objections, his words were not sloppy.

"Really?" Starla was completely incredulous, let alone Luna's face contradicting what was said. "I can see the seeds of love in your black eyes, Luna." she said.

It was Luna's turn to be irritated. "You forgot I was dating Sandy's sister?"

Starla sat in her section chair, followed by Luna beside her, not reciprocating but contemplating; hearing Luna so loved by the men at school made her envious, he was so eager to feel liked by the man here but, no one was interested in him, he himself did not understand, he felt not too ugly, he felt not too ugly, he was always friendly even he wore a little make up to look more attractive, unfortunately his efforts failed as well.

Perhaps it is true that if the strength of his father affects the judgment of the men here, their guts whistle first when they find out he is from the Annora family.

Sometimes Starla wants to be an ordinary girl like Luna, an ordinary girl who is free, not confined in a cage like her.

Starla swallowed all the raging feelings in her chest with a small smile. "Luna, you're just dating, not dating" she said. "Don't refuse first, he's a good man in my eyes know. Rendy's sister might want to be friends first."

Luna thought for a moment. "All right," he said.

Starla nodded, in her little heart she really wished she wanted to feel what falling in love was like. He used to like some guys, just like nothing more, and most of them aren't interested in him either.

It is sad to know that the reality of his joy cannot develop into love.

The chair in front of her rang, a short black-haired girl placed her bag on the table then turned towards Starla and Luna.

"Morning, Luna, Starla." greet the girl warmly.

Starla waved her hands cheerfully. "Morning too, Gea," he said.

"Morning," Luna replied briefly.

"You know there won't be any new children" said four-five spirit Gea. "He's a man too."

Starla rolled her eyeballs. "Remember Brother Ferdian, Gea. Remember." she quipped.

"Oh!" Gea gasped, remembering the young man who had just officially become her lover. "I'm sorry, I'm a loyal woman" she explained briefly. But his spirit appeared again. "But when I found out he was from Japan, I couldn't help myself" he explained spoiled. "I'm weak as a crossbreeder man."

Starla and Luna twirled their eyeballs together.

"It's up to you" said Starla not interested at all. "I'm not interested anymore" he said.

"Why!?" exclaims Gea doesn't believe Starla just gave up.

Gea scratched his cheek nervously, he regretted asking that. "Sometimes it's hard to be in a family" he said sadly.

Starla's heart is slightly amused, Gea has something in common with her, born of a distinguished family, which distinguishes perhaps the fate of romance, Gea a little smoothly from her, although she is a little suspicious of Ferdian, who is not the least of all, having a love affair with Gea for money only remembers the young man from an ordinary family.

That's just Starla's judgment, which might change when Ferdian walks with her, which is the question of whether she's willing to be a mosquito among her friends who already have lovers.

Starla felt her throat itch, she brought her lips closer to her arms in her uniform and coughed there.

"Are you sick!?" ask Luna worriedly.

"No" said Starla. "My throat's just a little itchy."

Gea immediately acted quickly, picking up something in her bag, which turned out to be a pocket tissue. "This," he said.

Starla accepted it with pleasure. "You are my savior" he said.

"Duh," Gea flicked her black hair full of pride praised so. "As the saying goes, be prepared for an umbrella before it rains. I also brought a hand sanitizer."

"Sometimes I'm confused whether you're a PMR or not" Luna said.

"Hey, it's for the health of others, don't be selfish. You know the ethics of coughing, right?" gea said she would not lose.

"I said relax why are you angry, Ge?" luna asked a little not to accept being yelled at so.

"Stop it," Starla interjected before it got hotter; just because she was coughing, the two friends got into a fight? Sillier. "I'm not sick so can you guys not argue this?"

Luna and Gea bowed in shame, thinking about their words, until they looked at each other again and said. "Sorry" they said at the same time.

Starla smiled seeing her two friends make up again, before long she coughed again, "Ugh," she softly cried. It seems that after going home from school, he will visit a pharmacy to buy a mask, just in case the cough has not healed the next day.

"Woy, there's Miss Melati! Sit up fast!" a young man shouted from the front door of the classroom.

"Still away from Iqbal woy, new Melati Bu also came out of the teacher's room." said the young man who was beside Iqbal.

"Yes know Andre, but the smell of 'jasmine flowers' has been smelled here, hahaha!" sahut Iqbal then laughed followed by his classmates.

Starla on the other hand did not laugh instead of rolling her eyes, for her a crisp Iqbal joke, indeed Mother Melati taught the accounting that most men hate, finally they made this joke, initially appeared a joke 'perfumed jasmine', he also laughed because honestly he also had difficulty understanding accounting lessons however, he also had trouble, now for him to have included bully and he did not like it much less Mother Melati was their teacher and an honorary teacher.

If you don't like it, it's Starla's principle.

"Haha... Smell jasmine... Hahaha.." said Iqbal in his laughter.

Starla couldn't take it anymore and ended up making a sound, ketus. "Can you shut up, Iqbal?"

Iqbal stopped laughing, surprised to learn that the commenter was Starla. "It looks like I've offended Princess Annora." she said. "He's a 'gold kid' at school so I'm sorry?"

Starla clenched both her hands holding back her emotions; Princess, Princess, Princess. I am tired of hearing it. With excitement, he said. "I'm not a golden boy, if I'm a golden boy, I'd be perfect, right? I don't like accounting either, but I'm not a person who complains like you, joking cheaply like that behind Bu Melati's back," she quipped with a 'sweet' smile'. "You think I'm the golden boy? Then this golden boy wants to give advice. Better shut up and start using your brain to learn accounting!"

The whole class was silent hearing Starla's long words, some were amazed, some were upset. On the other hand Iqbal's face was already blushing red between anger and embarrassment being humiliated in front of his friends.

"Starla Annora," said Iqbal, angry, he was about to walk towards the seat Starla was in but, being held by Andre with both hands. "Take me off, Andre, just because she's a girl doesn't mean I can't teach her a lesson!" he shouted while trying to release Andre's hand that was coiled on his body.

"It's Iqbal, '" Andre did not comply to try to calm down. "Suppose it's just the wind passing by. The wind's passing by."

Iqbal was still trying to rebel until Andre asked for help from another friend to hold him, he finally gave up after three other friends helped Andre, who was not there, he took and exhaled alternately to lower his explosive emotions in his chest.

Iqbal rolled his eyeballs. "As far as you are" he said. "Detach." the order was cold.

Andre is still not moving, not convinced and afraid when he thinks Iqbal will run to where Starla is, he knows the speed Iqbal is not a joke.

"Let me go, Andre." Iqbal ordered again this time. "I want to sit, Miss Melati is close."

Andre glanced out of the classroom, it was true that Bu Melati was near, had arrived in front of class 2 IPS 2, he also released his hand lock on the body Iqbal followed by another friend.

Iqbal immediately walked while stomping his feet towards where his chair was.

Starla took a deep breath, she felt the adrenaline rush earlier, she herself was shocked by what she said, she usually preferred to keep silent to let the joke Iqbal pass, maybe it's because Iqbal's joke reminds him a little of himself first.

Starla coughed, and her brown eyes glared at the blank whiteboard in front of her; it was not time to think about the past that was past.

***

Note :

This story takes the setting of 2010 down so the class is only divided between IPA and IPS

Stay save everyone.

Wash your hands often in public places, and wear a mask if sick and active in public places :)