The Shine For You

19. Im Fine's

“Because of your spicy words it can be sharper than a knife.”

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Luckily, Goddess Fortuna was siding with him. Some of Elzar's men came in thick black suits, and neat. The few haughty old men immediately held back Elzar who wanted to slap Zhora, again.

One of Elzar's bodyguards approached Zhora in a frenzied pace, looking at Zhora's body from top to bottom. The two sharp eyes were rounded, when they found slap patches on the left cheek. The bodyguard grimaced a little, then changed the expression to ordinary.

“What did the young master do to you, miss?” ask bodyguard. The feeling of anger and disappointment was clearly on his haughty face. Catching reddish cheeks, no, not out of embarrassment. That is the former hard slap, which Elzar gave.

Zhora swiftly wiped away the rough tears. Forcing a smile to show that he was fine, but not at all after getting a hard slap from Elzar.

Apparently, pretending to smile when we are disappointed.. hurts, huh?

Zhora shook her head slowly, the dizziness subsided as Elzar was forcibly pulled home. Although at first the guy rebelled violently, and ended up giving up. Making Zhora's feeling a little calm, please underline the word a little.

“Are you okay, Miss?” ask Bodyguard again. Bima a.k.a a man of the Elzar family to see the development of Elzar's activities every day. No, Elzar is not spoiled. But his attitude is rough, hard and spiteful, making Bima have to take care of his young master.

“Sa..i am fine, sir. You know brother Elzar here because ready—” A bearded guy comes with a small run, his face looks panicked.

“Ares did what to you? is he acting rude?” That's Derryl. Yes, Derryl was behind all this, after Elzar left he tried to call the boy's father. Despite repeated failures and rejection, calls eventually became connected. And, papa Elzar told the men to approach the boy.

But unfortunately, Papa Elzar's men are late to come. In fact, the victim of Elzar's depression was a girl who knew nothing. Especially about love, Zhora didn't know about it.

Derryl frowned, giving Bima a code to go home soon. Zhora's problem let Derryl take care of it. Starting a small debate, Bima finally turned around and followed her young master. Only Derryl and Zhora remain.

“I'm sorry Ares, I tried to tell him to stop drinking. But the boy was stubborn, as a result of being left behind by his lover. Did he slap you?” Derryl felt stupid, why would he ask if both eyes could answer all these questions?

You're so stupid, Derryl!

“Slightly,” is all that Zhora can answer, the rest drown in deep fear and shock. The first time Zhora had been slapped this hard, not even herself had ever slapped so hard.

“What still hurts? What are you going home with, want me to drop off?” If it wasn't Elzar who slapped this girl, it was certain that the guy would be battered in a matter of seconds. Derry can do that!

Zhora shook her head quickly. “Ak–aku no papa, I can go home alone with my motor.” said Zhora, glancing at the very-very Lena giving motor he guarded. Yes, according to Zhora, Lena's gift is very valuable.

“You sure?” derryl asked, looking at the doubts in those brown eyes. The situation is getting quiet and dark, Zhora must go home soon.

Zhora nodded, then smiled slightly. “I'm fine, really. That's it, I'm first, em.” Zhora forgot to ask the boy's name, hoping that Derryl would be sensitive to his words.

“Oh, I'm Derryl Finally. Just call Derryl,” connect Derryl, explain.

“Yes, brother Derryl. I first yes,” Zhora walking in a bit of water approaching his motorcycle. Then, plug the motor key and then turn it on. After feeling strong inner and physical, Zhora put on a helmet and immediately run the two-wheeled vehicle.

“Be careful! Take care of yourself!” derryl shouted with a nod to Zhora. A few seconds later, Derryl gave a small smile.

“Tough woman,” No, Derryl mispronounced that. Zhora was not formidable at all, even Zhora was sure after this the slap would break. Yes, in his heart and in his memory.

•••

Morning is not enough to taste. Not the ideal type of weather favored by humans in this world, then what else if not cloudy? Grey clouds as well as drizzling spots wet around the Jakarta area. The ALATRA High School.

The dark clouds make this morning not beautiful at all, which is basically a bright and scorching morning. Replaced by darkness, it did not invite comfort to some disciples at all. In fact, from them grumbled annoyed due to the weather today.

But, on the other hand, they should all be grateful. Come up with a luxury car that can reduce wetness around the body, protected from cold winds, and spatter. They don't realize there is someone more difficult than them.

Zhora though? busy putting Merin wet. Yes, although not much, anyway. The sports uniform was also a little wet in some parts, making the master a little uncomfortable. Again and again, she tried to be grateful.

“Thankful, Zhora! you still have a vehicle for school, see out there a lot of children who go to school on foot.”

Zhora had also gotten used to it, with a group of girls near the luxurious gate waiting for a horde of familiar guys. Atlas, Nioz, Zevin and Polan of course. The four men in line with the successful Greek god made the women bend their knees before them

Yes even if you wait a little, do not forget to drizzle this morning.

Not yet entered in front of the door, the roar of the car was heard. Zhora remembered Atlas, and his friend. The memory of Atlas turning into that cold figure, made Zhora change her mind. The girl prefers the way back, intending to stay away from Atlas for a while.

Zhora has arrived at her class. Seeing Artha sitting sweetly in her place, waiting for Zhora perhaps? Zhora slightly happily approached the busy woman with a book on her desk.

“Hai, Artha. Again ngap—” Zhora put the bag on the chair, then sat next to Artha. See what the beautiful woman is doing.

“Udah finished pr biology, not yet?” sidelines Artha quickly, her face turning grim and hurried. The girl's head paced back and forth looking there and here. Like looking for something.

Artha stood up and pounded the table, making the students in the class shocked at it. “GAME TIMES, ANYWAY! TODAY THERE'S MR WICAKSONO'S LESSON AND YOU GUYS HAVEN'T PICKLED YET? WHERE ARE YOUR BRAINS?!”

Okay, they've woken up a sleeping tiger.

Not only one or two students, but almost all of the students in the class were stunned after hearing the loud buzz. Some students who felt called pickets immediately stood up and looked for clean tools.

Yes, pickets in this class are divided every morning and go home from school. So yes, Artha was like his commando, and the students here were like babu. Diomelin, again.

Less what try, an Artha?

Andwhat? One wow fact that Artha is not the head of a class or any other ordinary organization. Violence and discipline of the girl that makes the students in the class down scared because of it.

How's the class president doing? Strange, the class leader here is a guy, not responsible even playing around and never serious. He said, because ngandelin pinter doang. Definition of 'Participant printers '

However, students here are bodoamat-an-ja. Their motto was turned around by someone else's motto. Look, one of them;

“If others can, why should we?”

not like this, though,

“If others can, why don't we?”

Zhora also did not know how absurd this class was. Yes even so, they have different characters making the classroom atmosphere more colorful and exciting. Come over.

“Sorry, Tha. I forgetfulness,” plain that guy, take a broom then immediately clean the white floor casually without coercion. His relaxed face was wearing a lot, making Artha angry again.

“Lo tuh–! hand over, hand over lo!” Artha relented with her emotions. Then, sit back and turn to Zhora who is seen looking at some students in the classroom busy cleaning up.

“Zhor! Zhora!” pekik Artha surprise. As if stung by something, Zhora immediately turned her head with her panicked face.

“What? what's up?”

Without the ba-bi-bu, Artha stood up again and gave the code to leave the classroom. Zhora's hand was in his grasp, indicating that he really wanted to take Zhora somewhere important.

The tempo of Artha's road is getting faster, the left hand is not silent. Looking at the white watch shows the time of seven past ten minutes, because of that, Artha ran. Zhora who was stunned for a moment found it hard to equalize her footsteps.

“What the hell is it? Tha!” cry Zhora confused. Wait, why the eleventh grade? Zhora was one hundred percent sure if he was going to the eleventh grade corridor. But, what do you do?

”There is someone who would like to talk to you, Zhor!”

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