THE TEARS THAT FLOW BECAUSE OF THE SAD RELATIONSHIP Tears That Flow Because of the Relationship of Sadness
Chapter 7 The transfer of children from Europe part 1
This morning at 7:00 am, Riyan and Olivia were already at school, because they were afraid that they would be late for school so they left at 6:30, now they are in class and reading a book...
tick.. tok...
The clock continued to run and the class was getting more and more crowded with students arriving at the school, Olivia and Riyan were not at all disturbed by all kinds of noise in the classroom, they were just busy staring at the book each one was reading.
"Olivia, good morning~" said Cia who had just arrived in class, as usual Cia always came with a happy heart, and she always greeted anyone she knew and who she met, including all the classmates he usually always greeted one by one.
"Good morning Rayden, Fahmi, Mila, Nayla, Kevin, Kayla, Azra, Mimi, Wulan, Kiara, Humaira, Nana, Mardiana, lucy, Aisyah, Helen, Kirana, Raka, Hana" said Cia who greeted everyone one by one.
"Good morning Cia" said everyone.
"Good morning too Cia" Olivia said.
"Today it looks like you didn't wake up bad luck, huh? what time did you come?"
ask Cia.
"Jam 6:30" answered Olivia, Olivia and Cia began to talk.
"Oi! excuse me Mak Lampir, there are people here, only me who is not welcome" said Riyan who interrupted the conversation Olivia and Cia .
"Oalah.. there are people anyway, sorry I don't know if there is a person there, don't look like because~" said Cia with a tone that does not care.
"Yes, let's just say I'm a transparent, invisible human being" Riyan said in an even more unconcerned tone.
'Oh, tumben the Riyan does not say much, it is usually he always fuss first, first,
something's wrong.. ck...
let's not mind the empty Riyan, try the test ah!' thought cia, then he approached Riyan's desk.
"Woy Riyan..29×29+3965÷5-1000×20÷8\=
how many tries?!?!"asked Cia who was puffing up without thinking.
"What the heck..866 at most" said Riyan spontaneously,
Cia immediately ascertained whether the answer from Riyan was correct or not, so he recalculated using the calculator in his phone.
"Crazy.. wow you don't even count them" Cia said.
'He's still a pinter when his brain is again empty, try asking again' thought Cia.
"Riyan, what can be felt but cannot be seen?"ask Cia.
"The intelligence I have" said Riyan who was busy reading his book.
'the answer is correct, but that's not the answer I was expecting, and again the answer is very piercing, big head, well he wants to show off if he's a smart kid' thought Cia.
"Wrong" she said.
"Wrongly? so what's the answer?"ask Riyan.
"Wih you exclaims don't invite me," said Olivia who joined."I, I want to answer"
"You answer Olivia" said Cia.
"The answer must be love, because love is a mysterious force that is part of life, love is a beautiful light, love is a dark night, love is a flower that blooms widely, love is a beautiful light, love is like a long drought that withers flowers, it is a blazing hot fire, it is the warmth of spring that comes after winter, love is nothing but a burnt powder, love is a soothing rain, love is a blinding light, like falling into a fire pit, like a fragrant flower that makes you drunk, love is two hearts that become one, love is as deep as the ocean, as high as the sky, and as wide as the earth, love is crazy and strange but real and unexplainable, invisible, but can be felt, love is crazy, ahahaha the extension? no one will read it here, right? uh! anyway where there is love there is a wound" Olivia said with a smile.
"Not really, I was really touched" Cia said raising her two thumbs.
"True" said Cia while clapping.
'wow they're so smart in everything, I'm lucky to have a friend like them' Cia thought again.
"Yes, yes whatever" said Riyan.
'Olivia seems so happy now.she is much better than she used to be' thought Riyan inwardly.
Then after that the bell rang loudly
Crying...
"Well, look at everything, it looks like it's the new kid's car" one of the students said.
Because of the words of the student, all the other students immediately looked out the window, and saw a black luxury car that had just arrived and when the car door opened.
Moments after the car door opened came two teenage boys and girls, aged about 18.
A teenage boy who was born to be an idol all over the world.
His broad shoulders, straight collarbone, slender body, and neckline were all too visible.
"Well crazy there is, that kind of person" said one of the female students who was looking out the window.
The atmosphere of the class was very noisy and made Olivia, Cia, and also Riyan so curious, so they came to see him out the window.
"Wah crazyaaaaaaaaa very handsome" said Cia.
"I think she deserves to be a world idol"
said Cia who was excited herself.
"In my opinion, he is more suitable to be a street busker only..must be many who will give money to him because of his appearance" said Riyan who was not heard in anyone's ears.
"Nobody heard.I better read a book" said Riyan then returned to his seat to read .
"I think he's better suited to be a ballerino or a cop or a prosecutor or a soldier, because of his tall body" Olivia said, then he went back to his seat and read the book again.
When the new children entered the school there was not a single student who did not look at them in amazement and admiration while continuing to complain about his name, his handsome face with cold charisma was perfect for him, actually even though his face looked cold he was so friendly and willing to greet the disciples there that they almost fainted because of his soft voice.
Cleo Licth Virga Cryisis
A handsome teenage boy, of European and Indonesian descent, aged 20 years old in 3rd grade High School, he is a popular boy, his hair color is whitish yellow with deep blue eyes like the ocean, and his hair color is, he is so perfect with his face, smart in lessons also likes basketball, not interested in women, read more books, do not have a mother, because his mother died while giving birth to his sister, he said, even so he did not hate his sister but instead loved his sister Deana, and he hated his father because there was a misunderstanding between them.
"Hi"
"Ha. hi, Uwah the soft voice he is very friendly" said the female disciples.
"Yahoooooo"
'They're too noisy, it's the first day that's so boring, there's nothing interesting in this school' Cleo thought.
Then the headmaster came downstairs
because there was so much commotion so the principal intervened directly by disperse the crowd of students and students and drove the new children to his classroom on the 3rd floor, in a class with Olivia and Riyan.
"Well let's go in" said the principal.
In the classroom that was quiet because the ongoing lessons became boisterous because of the arrival of the new children.
"Kids please shut up" said the headmaster who entered the classroom with the two new children.
"Let's see they're really Europeans, look at their blond hair" one of the students said.
"Look at the beautiful woman who looks like a goddess" hissed another disciple.
Cleo looked around the classroom with a dislike look.
'Ah everything is boring...
no, wait.of the many girls in this school why is she the only one who looks so attractive in my eyes, she doesn't even glance at me one bit ' cleo thought with a gaze toward Olivia.
"Everything is silent, well please introduce yourself" said the principal.
The new girl introduced herself first.
"Hello all my name is Deana Hestia Wilona Cryisis, you can call me Deana" Deana said.
Deana Hestia Wilona Cryisis
The beautiful teenage daughter, of European and Indonesian descent, aged 17 years old 3rd grade High School, has wavy hair with a reddish yellow color that is scattered to her hips, and his eyes are blue which is unique because there is a mixture of green so it looks like a jewel, a jewel,
in her left eye precisely at the bottom there is a small mole, so adding to her beauty, she is Cleo's biological sister, in her family she was so exiled, because she was the cause of her mother died while trying to give birth to her, she was a little girl, only Cleo loved him so much as a good brother.
SERIATE.
