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The break ended in continuing on to the lesson and as usual Nadhira diligently followed all the lessons and now added a dislike gaze from the students in her class because she shared the book with Damian who had not get a companion book for him.
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Nadhira looked at his watch showing it at 7:30. Today she woke up late and she was also late for school. He chose to take the bus to get to school, but the school gate was closed, although lessons had not yet begun. That's how the rules are.
Nadhira looked for another way in and found a three-two-meter-high wall. He took a hike to climb it.
Hap!
He achieved it perfectly and managed to climb it.
But when he had succeeded suddenly...
DUK!
"YYYYYY!" Someone suddenly deliberately kicked his leg to make this unprepared Nadhira almost fall, and of course the yelling reflex.
Fortunately a hand restrained his shoulder from falling to the ground.
"You're off guard!" A familiar voice in Nadhira's ears.
Sontak Nadhira turned to the perpetrator, in a sharp look while pulling his hand from his shoulder. "Damian!? You intentionally want to bring me down?" An angry speech with Nadhira's flat face.
He was really upset, he was now in a hurry and this one boy was playing around with him.
"Yes, it was intentional," the answer made Nadhira ride apoplexy. He wanted to beat up this boy in front of him, but he paused, because now he was too late and first class was about to start.
Nadhira turns away ignoring Damian who keeps calling her and follows her.
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Clock empty... Because the teachers are in a meeting to discuss the test that will be carried out soon. All students are free.
Now Nadhira Rangga, Bagas, and Clara are sitting on a break in the back garden of the school after previously practicing martial arts.
They stared at the sky quietly. In the breeze that hit their sweaty faces.
Suddenly, I sat down like I forgot something. "Oh yeah guys. Tonight this week will be my brother's birthday and his appointment as successor to the White Tiger Organization. Can you guys come? Pleases... I'd be bored out there alone. There are only old people there. You know for yourself, this party doesn't invite just anyone, but you're the exception. Because you already know my identity," said Rangga at length.
"OK!" Answer all together.
Rangga was so happy to get approval from his friends.
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Preparation for the party is very complicated according to Nadhira, he rarely travels to the party, either now or in his previous life.
He prefers to be alone or join his gang mates rather than attending parties.
But what's okay, because she has agreed to come to Rangga's sister's birthday party, she is looking for a dress to go.
As at this moment, she, Rima and Clara were in a shopping mall.
Rima insists that he will pay for all Nadhira and Clara's expenses.
Nadhira did not refuse, because who does not know that Nadhira is poor, when originally there is money to shop, but he hid it. Wait for her to be truly a new success she will tell the whole world that she is not a person to be underestimated anymore.
"Have you found a dress you like?" Ask Clara.
"What's wrong?" Ask Rima.
"Here, Ira would like a recommendation from us about her dress. He doesn't really understand it he said," explained Clara.
"Oh! Then come here, I'll give you some amazing advice" said Rima, pulling Clara and Nadhira.
They arrived at a shop that specialized in selling party dresses. Lots of dresses on the statue.
Amazing, but Nadhira is not too interested in it. She enjoys the advice Rima and Clara give about her dress.
After deciding on the dress they pay to the cashier and look for other necessities. Like shoes and other accessories.
It didn't feel like it was 8pm, Nadhira rushed home.
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Nadhira and his friends ride in Rima's car driven by Rima's driver.
When they arrived in front of the building, the three of them were greeted by Bagas and Rangga who were one of the hosts.
"I forgot to bring a gift for your brother, Rangga," said Bagas.
"Oh yes, I also forgot," said Rima.
Clara said so too. They forgot to prepare the gifts, because they were busy with their preparations.
"No problem, I have brought a gift, it can be a gift for all of us" Nadhira said.
Everyone looked at Nadhira. "Can't be so, how about I buy it first," Bagas bargained but the offer was stopped by Rangga.
"You don't have to bother giving gifts, you guys just came. This is also my request for you to come" said Rangga.
"No, how can coming to a birthday party not bring gifts?" Rima said feeling guilty.
"No problem.no problem! You just need to show yourself as my friends inside. And oh yeah boss don't give me your presents!" Rangga.
"Why? This is an ordinary item as well, I will still give it. You can calm down, count these gifts from all of us," said Nadhira can not be denied anymore.
They resigned and felt ashamed, but Nadhira assured that they did not need to be unwell and they began to calm down.
At the party is very visible only certain people invited, because this party is very risky to attack by the enemy White Tiger Organization.
And the most guarded is his successor, his brother Rangga. Not to rule out the possibility of Rangga was also the target of murder, because he was the second child of Baskoro.
Baskoro is the father name of Rangga and Reno. They are just two brothers from one mother named Widiyarti. Their mother had died since Reno and Rangga were young. The cruel life could not be borne by his mother who was just an ordinary person. That's why he left them first.
When Nadhira met his father Rangga who turned out to be a middle-aged man who was met with White Snake, he was a little surprised. And what makes him even more surprised is the mysterious man he once helped was Rangga's brother.
It was also seen that Baskoro and Reno were slightly jolted by the presence of Nadhuar they had met, but they showed no intention to ask. They just found out that Nadhira is a friend of Rangga.
Reno remembered the video he watched on the internet and he remembered that the student who defeated the unknown boy was defeated very easily by the girl in front of him.
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