Yasmin (Return of the Heir)

episode 2

NUSANTARA SMA

Who does not know this school. SMA Nusantara is an elite school located in the Central Jakarta area. The school that managed to steal the attention because all the students are the sons of the daughter of a rich and respected family. Not a few parents who want their children can go to school there, but they have to bury their wishes because considering the cost of school in Nusantara High School is not cheap. In fact, you could say, Nusantara High School is the school with the most expensive education costs.

Yasmin was one of the lucky students who was able to attend the school through a scholarship. The school only receives 3 students from the scholarship track each year.

“Loe why stand here? dumbass again.” Reproach someone who saw Yasmin just standing in front of the gate.

Yasmin looked back and found Damar Adrian who was none other than Yasmin's friend from SD.

“Oh, come back, tumben.” He replied as he stepped foot into the school gate.

“Papah there is a sudden business, would not want me to leave in the morning rather than have to take a taxi. Loe himself at this hour already come." Answer Damar and return Yasmin's question.

“Loe forgot my runah far away from school.if I do not leave in the morning, there I miss the bus.” Yasmin replied as she continued to look towards the front.

“Oh yes, forgot. hehehee." Answer Damar.

"Well, let's go to class." Take Damar while embracing Yasmin's shoulder. Suddenly...

“Girls of your hand from that ugly girl!” A quite shrill voice made Damar and Yasmin look back.

A girl in the same school uniform as them was walking quickly with an annoyed look on her face. It was Nayla, Damar's lover.

“You want your hand broken?” Nayla asked annoyed. Damar looked at her smilingly looking at Nayla's cute face while pouting.

"If my hand is broken, I can't hold your hand dong." Answer Damar gently.

"Let's go, who told you to put your hugs on this ugly kid." Pissed Nayla.

“You are so beautiful anyway dear if you pout like gini?” Goda Damar's.

Nayla blushed and immediately grabbed Damar's arm spoiled.

"Start off." Yasmin said turning her eyes puffed up.

"Biarin, sirik aja." Answer Nayla.

Yasmin just shook her head and left the two of them. Scenes like this happen often.

The school canteen

The disciples were already lined up while carrying empty trays. They queue to pick up rations of lunches already prepared by nutritionists and professional cooks.

The wrenches!!!

“Ngapain loose? Who gave you permission to sit here?” Ketus Nayla on 3 recently seated disciples joined Yasmin, Damar and Nayla.

“This is a school facility, but also need permission from loe.” Say one of them flat. Nayla looked at them cynically. They are Varrel and his two friends Dika and Aldo.

Soon, another man came and sat down next to Yasmin.

“Loe why sit here?” Varrel stared intently at Nathan.

“Loe never saw me again eat?” Nathan flat.

“Ngga should be here too times. There are still a lot of empty seats. Move loe sana.”

“This school facility. I am free to sit anywhere. If you do not like why not just move the same two temen loe?” Nathan replied as he continued to feed the food into his mouth.

Feeling annoyed by Nathan's reply, Varrel put down his spoon harshly. He leaned his shoulders against the chair with both hands in his pants pocket. His gaze was sharp towards Nathan who was still casually eating lunch in front of him.

“Loe does not kasian what is the same fiancee loe, she eats herself tuh.” Varrel said slightly raising his voice and looked at Aulia who was eating by herself.

Of course Aulia heard what Varrel said, because Aulia's bench was not far from their bench.

"Oh yeah, you're there." Nathan replied casually. Varrel looked at him cynically.

Dika and Aldo still listen to Nathan and Varrel while eating his food. Same with Damar and Nayla. Yasmin was silent and focused on her lunch. Feeling the increasingly unpleasant atmosphere, Yasmin chose to end her lunch.

“ I'm done.” Said Yasmin up from her seat while carrying the tray she used earlier.

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