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Episode 3

           Aleta out of the room. Locking the room and wagging the school skirt she was wearing that day. The powder that she had used inside, seemed to stick to her skirt which made her a little dirty,

trying to clean it up, he turned around and prepared to go to school. But suddenly his steps stopped when he saw a stranger girl for him stepping towards him by pulling a large suitcase and a bag of clothing that he always wore to school.

            He lowered his head as his two eyes collided with Aleta. There was a shy expression on his face. Especially when Aleta's shocked gaze was taken care of her. Aleta herself was fixated, still staring at the figure of a girl in front of her in disbelief with her mouth half gaping. Until the long-haired beauty straight on her back stopped right in front of her without lifting her head.

            “If you want to laugh at me, please. I do not deny,” he said softly. “As long as you please, do not tell friends if I move to this kosan loe.”

            “Why should it be here?” Aleta opened her voice after taking a deep breath and threw it away violently. “This time who else is the owner, nyokap loe? Oom loe or grandma loe?” satir Aleta will attitude Reta who always brags about everything she has. Including showing off the expensive items he brought to school.

            “Biyan who nawarin me to settle here. Because he said, only here the cost price is cheaper.”

            Aleta fell silent. Again Biyan helped Reta who always difficult every step. The guy managed to make Aleta upset instead of playing. Not because he knew he was helping his arch-nemesis, but because Biyan indirectly brought Reta closer together continuously in Aleta's life. It should've been enough that he saw Reta at school. However, this time Aleta had to be faced with Reta who was nearby wara-wiri all day.

            “Gue won't bother you, so I ask you not to bother me. Including don't tell everyone I'm here.”

            “Gue not promised!” Aleta stepped past Reta who spontaneously turned around to call out her name. Aleta stopped and without turning around, waited for what Reta would say to her.

            “If you vilify me in front of everyone, just as you indirectly badmouth your own family, Al.”

            Aleta fell silent, lowered her head while grunting with Reta's threatening words. There was a streak of emotion in both of his eyes that was ready to come out through a sharp gaze towards Reta who was still standing behind him. But he had not yet turned around. A guy who had just finished his steps up the stairs, made Aleta's emotions soften. With a cold look, the guy stepped closer to Aleta. But unfortunately, he just passed it and stopped right in front of Reta.

            “It is better that you do not have to go to school today, let me be permisikan,” he said which Reta immediately replied with a nod. Step into the room and close it from the inside.

            Aleta who was careless to hear all that, intended to step up. However, his steps came back to a halt as Biyan's voice called out to him softly. Biyan stepped closer and stood beside him who was still bowing his head, reluctantly staring at Biyan.

            “Today you guys don't pick up, right?” Aleta reluctantly replied, raising her face courageously looked at Biyan who was looking at her with a stifling look. “Loe went to school with me, there's something I want to talk about.”

            Aleta refused. Biyan's steps, which had begun to leave him, came to a standstill when she realized, Aleta had not followed him. Without excuse, Biyan clasped Aleta's right hand, and pulled her slowly. Aleta tried to resist by stomping her hand, but unfortunately Biyan's hand grip was too strong to make it difficult to escape.

            Biyan again managed to make Aleta urinate. Biyan's previous words that said she wanted to talk about something turned out to be just an excuse. Almost all the way Aleta just sat behind Biyan who looked serious riding his motor matic and as usual, silenced a thousand languages.

            Many times Aleta deliberately gave the code by pretending to cough, unfortunately Biyan still silent. Intended to call Biyan to just ask her what she wanted to talk about, but again Aleta paused it while pulling her lips to the left, annoyed.

            “Still!” aleta said, turn around and prepare to walk away.

            “Wait!”

            Biyan's cry managed to pull Aleta's thin lips to smile before turning around. Aleta took a deep breath, and threw it away slowly. His smile faded as his body turned around and stepped closer to Biyan who was still standing beside his motorbike. Pretending to be annoyed while folding both hands on his chest as his gaze, directed towards Biyan who was looking at him shadyly. The gaze that always managed to make Aleta deg-degan was not careless.

            “Helmnya,” says Biyan flat. “There are no regulations that require wearing a helmet in class. Police will not be missing either!”

            Biyan sentence managed to make emotions that were originally in the chest, darting sharply into the crown. Without saying anything, Aleta forcibly opened her helmet and gave it to Biyan's hand. Staring at Biyan with a flash of emotion, then getting ready to vent his emotions through words. However, a voice stopped Aleta's intentions. There's Bimo there. Standing at the end of the corridor with both hands holding the waist.

            “Someone you want to say?” biyan asked with a faint smile.

            Annoying, that's what managed to say in Aleta's heart to find a thin smile piercing the heart. Aleta took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and turned her body quickly until a few strands of her hair floated up on Biyan's face. Biyan closed both eyes for a moment, and smiled faintly.

            Aleta ran over to Bimo who was now staring hatefully at Biyan. As if to swallow him mercilessly alive. Biyan who managed to catch the glare of those sharp eyes, only challenged Bimo with a flat gaze from where he stood. Aleta who realized the two were looking at each other, immediately pulled Bimo's hand to leave where he was standing. Biyan smiled cynically, then set her eyes on the helmet that was still in her hands. Slowly pan he did while putting the helmet to one of the motorcycle handlebar. And stepped in leaving the parking lot, walking down the school corridor with both hands tucked in his brown jacket pocket.

            “How many times do I have to say, don't get close to that poor boy!” Bimo pressed his last two words, as if to insult Biyan which made Aleta upset to hear him.

            “He is not poor, Bim!”

            “Udah dare to be a child?!” bimo snapped while pulling Aleta's hand. The flat-boned girl covering her entire forehead came to a halt, staring shyly at the few disciples who witnessed the scene of a pair of humans fighting over just a trivial matter. And this has been too often.

            “Please me, Bim,” whispered Aleta while tightening her teeth trying to hold back emotions mixed with shame.

            “Gue doesn't like loe close to that poor kid!” bimo snapped again which made Aleta momentarily close her eyes.

            Unbeknownst to Aleta and Bimo, Biyan witnesses everything from afar. His first fast step, slowly stopped and looked straight at the two who were still clashing their mouths near the stairs towards the second floor. There was a flash of emotion in both eyes Biyan saw Bimo's hand gripping Aleta's shoulder so strongly that several times a look of pain on Aleta's face.

            “Enough, Bim. I don't want to be a spectacle,” whispered Aleta again. “Please me, or never contact me again.”

            Aleta's threat manages to stop Bimo's rude attitude. Slowly the grip softens and detaches. Aleta lowered her head, tried to neutralize her own feelings, then left Bimo who kept calling her name. Realizing Aleta did not turn around, Bimo chased after her which made Biyan duck and glanced back towards the two of them leaving.