The Uninduced Heaven

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"Did Brother Ziva not stay with us?" Khaira looked at Zivanna with concern.

The two sit on the living room sofa of Emyr's old house which is currently occupied by Zivanna and Aisha. While sorting out the wedding invitations, they chatted.

The former's terror is still not over, but for the time being Ziva and Aisha are still safe in their new place. In addition, if her ex-husband already knows her whereabouts, it may be a different story.

Zivanna smile. "No need Khai, we're more comfortable living together, God willing, it's safe here too."

"But, if need be anything, Khaira's number is active twenty-four hours. Mas Emyr's number must also be on standby for Brother and Aisha."

Zivanna touched the arm of her sister-in-law, it turns out this is what makes Emyr so want Khaira, besides being beautiful she is also very good. "Definitely Khai."

...{[<<>>]}...

Like a student guardian, Emyr and Khaira take Aisha to her new school.

Registration was completed yesterday, so for today, Aisha can enter like other students.

From the back seat, Aisha kisses the back of Emyr's hand and turns to Khaira, before getting off the black car.

Emyr smiled, looking at his nephew from behind the window glass. "If there's anything, call Mr. Lek, Ummi, or King."

Aisha turned her manik wonder, why there must be a King name on the list of participants of her guard. Though all knew, the young man was very unworthy of being a mainstay, besides being arrogant, jutek, his speech was squeaky, King was also arrogant at the level of a god.

Whatever it was, Aisha smilingly waved at her uncle and aunt's car which was speeding away from her.

Soon he was preparing to enter the building which is called the most expensive international school in Jakarta.

His views then spread, looking around the whole yard of his new school. There are still a few schoolgirls who hijab, if accumulated, there may not be ten percent of those who do not hijab.

It was a bit in contrast to the previous school, and so the minority, from the eyes of other students became more impressed to highlight it.

It's okay, Aisha is sure, the next two three days she becomes unimportant to those who are currently looking at her questioningly.

He was sure, he would be safe with or without the King guarding him. However, there had not been ten steps he had set foot in there, some senior students directing himself to gather at the side of the field.

Aisha swooped her eyebrows sharply, as she remembered this was not a big day, not a Monday, nor a day that needed to hold a ceremony.

Then, why are there seniors who gather a lot of disciples on the side of the field? Damn one of them is himself.

"Welcome to join the group of students who are being cornered." The woman by his side gave a warm welcome.

Instantly, Aisha was glued to see the girl's flat smile. "Digojlok?"

"It's tradition." Again, the girl whispered. "For new students here, we must follow the rules made by seniors, for approximately one month, and my gojlokan period is only two days away," he added.

Aisha shuddered at the twinkle, from her happy look; it could be seen how traumatized the girl had been during this one month. Then, is it that horrible?

So apparently, not only himself who entered in the middle of the semester. There are many transfer students who have been ahead of him, and all of them get a gojlokan.

"Oh my God, help Aisha." Not to mention the subsiding vibration all over her body, the female senior who looked the fiercest among the others drew closer steps to her.

Aisha was nervous until she unconsciously took a sip of saliva right in front of the girl. "You, Aisha, right?" tanyakanya.

"I-iya Brother..." Aisha nodded. He also lowered his head, so this is what the name of the pelon, then, is as scary as it has been reported so far?

"You can go to your class."

Aisha sumringah, but then she thought, is this part of the gojlokan prepared by her senior? The smile that had expanded, instantly bud.

"Oh, so that's King's girl?"

"Maybe his fiancee's candidate."

Faced gamang Aisha glanced left and right. Suddenly, Aisha feels like a fugitive all over the school building.

Everywhere all eyes were on him with whispers still faintly heard his ears. "This is really a King chick?"

Aisha glared, confused, what were they talking about? Girl King?

He continued to walk even slowly, breaking through the open crowd as his steps swung.

Still dare he plot his gaze. Which everyone looks to publish a smile, but more impressed forced no sincerity.

Until his steps arrived at the wall magazine which was mobbed by students. Aisha stretched her manic towards it.

Daebak...

He was caught up with his surprise. The photo of his face is plastered on the top of the wall with a caption below: This boy belongs to King.

Aisha fluttered with a glance that circled the sides of her body. Unmistakably, he was excluded from the gojlokan for this reason. He claimed to be King's.

"Aisha, your class is here." Aisha was in shock, in fact, the disciple who looked so beautiful and handsome was willing to show her the way.

"Aisha, your seat is here." Oh no, Aisha is increasingly speechless, her seat has been prepared by other students.

Too much may be possible, but Aisha's breath was blocked as if the oxygen in her environment had eroded. Oya, so is that the name of King Miller in this school? Quickly, the song is not helped.

In the middle of the game, Aisha sat down with a stiff smile that was more impressed, on all her new classmates.

Not long after, all the students and students rushed to sit in each seat; Aisha thought that there might be a teacher who came, until in the next second, she just understood, it was not the teacher or the like who made their class quiet, but rather the charm of King Miller.

The young man in the black jacket swung a step towards him. At first glance, the jet iris meets the blue bead.

King's existence, not to reprimand, greet, or even mince words to him, but to sit in a chair located right behind him.

The silence of her class really gave Aisha goosebumps. So what had King done all this time, until all the disciples seemed to submit to him.

Could it be a King of the Sumanto kind?

Curious to make Aisha turn her head a little, then rolled her eyes back, there, King looked calm with a leaning position, arms crossed as well as eyes closed.

Clik....

The text message surprised him. Aisha shrugged her entire shoulder because she was too hysterical at the surroundings. Emyr sent him a chat.

📩 {Where is Nduk? Aman right? You're not being bullied, are you? Remember yes, if there is anything, do not hesitate to talk..}.

Aisha sighed in the air. I swear by her new bag, she'd rather be bullied than treated like this.

It felt too strange, he felt that there was already a seal inscribed with King Miller on his face now.