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Click ... click ... click ... click The rumble of the clock was very clear at that time when the whole middle class was busy writing down their thoughts on a piece of paper for daily review.

Half of them didn't even hesitate to seek answers from other individuals to complete their tasks this afternoon, except for Zefa.

He stared at the paper lying on his desk with his hand playing the bulpoin so that his anxiety would disappear but it was free.

When his mouth twitched with a pair of eyes staring into Zefa who was confused in his mind, the whole class was only able to give and ask for the content of the answer because their brains were no longer able to think of the chemical answer that they should fill in honestly.

'Gosh! I really can't think calmly, in front of my eyes there is a question paper that I have to fill out but ... on the other hand, I am so worried if bad things will happen again, my actions were already excessive to the senior.

What should I do? ' he thought that afternoon. Zefa pulled both eyeballs up and saw a wall clock in front of her. In less than 15 minutes, the doorbell will ring.

But with only one question left that has not been worked on, he looked back at the paper in front of him and wrote the answer with origins so that his brain could think calmly to think about the next step.

Exactly at ten minutes, all the questions received have been successfully answered. The burden he felt was reduced to one and now he was left thinking about his fate tied to the image gang.

"What should I do? Let the brain work," he muttered with a hand hitting his head slowly. Until an idea entered his brain right when the school bell rang.

"All the results of your answers are collected on my desk and can go straight home." After the teacher gave instructions, Zefa tied a black backpack on her back and then walked over to the teacher's desk.

"Here, sir," he said, handing over the answer. The teacher just smiled thinly as he nodded his head.

Before her legs stretched out of the classroom area, Zefa prepared mentally to meet Citra.

"All right I'll apologize." He looked back to make sure that Maria and Agus were not near him because, if they knew that Zefa would see Citra, they would both be in and become enemies of the seniors.

Zefa didn't want that to happen. His feet walked across the fading white floor until he came to an area of ​​grass that led him to meet Citra and his gang.

Where they are seen joking happily by occasionally sipping the drink in the bottle. Zefa took a deep breath then exhaled it slowly.

"All right I'll meet them." Zefa's hand squeezed the bag of the sweater to ease the tension that was taking over her courage, while her legs walked towards the senior gang.

Meanwhile, a pair of eyes that were staring at his friend who was telling a story heard the sound of footsteps approaching him so he twisted the bead and searched for the origin of the sound.

"What are you looking at Sa?"

"Look, Cit, there's your favorite classmate," Lisa replied, lifting her chin and pointing at Zefa who was behind Citra. Knowing that made Citra turn around, a grin began to adorn the girl's sly face.

Her legs immediately stood up straight, looking at Zefa's depressed expression.

"Ck! What is he going to do now?"

"Palingan also wants to apologize," Olive replied, laughing. The hand that was still gripping the pocket of the sweater vibrated by itself, the fluctuating breath was not steady making Zefa deliberately slow down her pace because the gang she was about to meet was waiting for her arrival happily.

'Whatever happens, you have to calm down, finish it right now.' Sebuan saliva -wet his throat a moment after seeing them right in front of his eyes.

"Wow look at this," Olive said as she walked around Zefa who was looking nervous.

"What are you doing here?" The question that came out of Citra's mouth made Zefa's mouth seem to be locked tightly until it was seen that a bottle was accidentally dropped by Citra right in her own senior's shoes.

Shut up ... shut up ... and shut up was the only word that crossed his mind at that moment.

"You want to apologize, right?" Citra asked, raising one eyebrow.

"I-iya." 'Oh it turns out it's true, eummm what if I work this junior it must be fun too.' Seeing Zefa who was getting nervous made Citra's oppressive soul growl.

"I could have forgiven you easily."

"Really?" Zefa looks happy, it turns out that her fears have been in vain because her affair with Citra will end easily but in fact, it is not.

'This boy is so naive, how could he think that Citra would just let him go,' Lisa thought as she kept her mouth shut so as not to laugh.

"Yeah, of course, you just need to lick my shoes," Citra scolded by advancing her foot towards Zefa. At that moment, Zefa felt humiliated by the senior standing in front of her.

'How can you ignore my kindness and make me lick your dirty shoes?' Zefa's mind with a cynical gaze turned to Citra. The image of Takala's evil laugh saw Zefa's cynical gaze.

"You think I'm scared? Not stupid! Do you think I'll forgive you easily no?" Citra directed her mouth to Zefa's ear and then began to whisper.

"You should get a reward because you've embarrassed me twice and because you've taken Joshua from me."

The whispers that Citra gave made the courage in her disappear just like in the wind, she felt that her nightmares would soon enter her calm youth. Zefa froze silently, a bad fit making the bead widen.

She felt her chest burning, even Zefa didn't know for sure how her heart rhythm was beating right now.

Seeing the fear in Zefa's eyes made Citra satisfied, a happy smile began to appear on her face as her legs stepped away.

"Guys, let's go," he said to his three friends. Lisa and Olive nodded and the three of them left Zefa who was standing like a statue.

To Be Continued...