The Sigadis Cupu

1. prologue

My name is Bella Saphira between, people used to call me Bella. I come from a distinguished family because my father was a well-known businessman, while my parents had boutiques in every city.

I had smooth white skin, sky blue eyes, and slightly wavy hair on the bottom.

I have no friends at all, because no one wants to be friends with me, probably because I'm so cute and so old-fashioned, and I'm also often called a nerdy cupu chick.

Today is my first day in school belonging to my father, and today is also my first day in Jakarta which my parents said was a loving city.

Tring..tring..tring.(assume alarm sound only).

"bella, wake up baby, noon" cried mother from below.

"Yes bun, this is waking up" I replied in a typical voice of someone just waking up.

I got up and rushed to the bathroom, after a few minutes in the bathroom I finally came out because my bathing ritual was finished.

I also immediately make my bed. Actually in this house there is ART, but I do not like if there are people who enter my room nuanced blue sky, unless it is my father and my mother.

Now I have finished making my bed and go straight to the mirror and braid my two hair and do not forget also the large round glasses attached to my eyes.

After finishing in front of the mirror I rushed down to the kitchen to meet my father and mother.

"For yeah, morning bun." My broom.

"Bag sweetie." Answer them compact.

I also immediately sat down at the dinner table and prepared for breakfast, but at breakfast now my father opened the conversation and like him I would say something important, because his face showed something serus.

"Darling you are not tired of making cupu kek that?" Ask me about bella.

"Why is it, Dad?" Not that I answered, I asked back.

"No papa, but I noticed you every time you go home from school, he must have his face bent."

"Yes well, because the time in Surabaya I often become a bully." I said with a slack tone.

"Okay then you have to change, and what you want at school when you have a race you have to change."

"What race?"

"When?"

"One more month."

"But I don't know anything about vocals."

"Let's just have a mother." Father say.

"Huh." I'm shocked.

"Why?" ask them compact.

"Emang mother know vocal yah?"

"Ehhh you don't underestimate mother yeah." Mother said not accept.

"Hehe is yes."

After a few minutes we finally finished breakfast. I also went to school not forgetting to kiss the hands of my father and mother.

Now I have arrived at ANTARA High School owned by my father. I got off the taxi I was riding.

Instead of getting a greeting, I actually get a look of disgust from them, but I do not care at all about the gaze, because for me it is just a gaze that I have often experienced in Surabaya.

While tracing the school corridor, my legs slipped as I descended the stairs to the principal's room.

'Aaww.' ringisku's in pain.

"Let me help," bargained someone from behind me."

"Thank you, I don't know." I said but got no answer. The person who wanted to help me was gone.

"Kok left anyway, I'd like to ask." Mumbles.

"You're a new student?" Ask someone from behind.

"Yes." Yeah." I answered and turned my body around and it turned out to be...."