1 Chapter 1

A lady sporting a high faculty uniform, walking half walking while hugging a book. Her black hair swayed in the breeze. She is Davira Atmaja or usually called Rara. Third-grade science scholar 1. Today, for the first time, the girl panicked due to the fact she woke up late. Menstruation that came all through the night, made her have to remain conscious to compress her belly with a bottle of hot water. This is completed so that the stomach cramps that the woman feels steadily disappear.

In the corridors that already appeared deserted, the woman ran, now and again glancing at the clock that used to be wrapped around her wrist. Beads of sweat ran down her face, her breath hitched with the sound of the black shoes she was once wearing. At the crossroads of the corridor, she collided with a male student who used to be added as rushed as she was.

Without seeing who she was, the lady at once squatted down and rushed to pick up one by way of one of the thick books that were scattered on the floor. After that, the female looked up, and she thought about apologizing. However, in reality, no one was once there. The round-cheeked girl's forehead wrinkled, she seemed to the right and left then shuddered at the thought of strange things.

"Then who used to be it that I ran into? Was it a school ghost?" she thought. Instantly the girl got goosebumps because of her thoughts. The woman ran closer to her class. Her footsteps had been half of running. Arriving at the front of the classroom, she knocked on the dark brown door and then slowly opened it.

"Happy birthday, Rara!" The sound of applause accompanied by way of pulp scattered on her body, made Rara startled and protected her face reflexively.

The corners of his lips stretched into a crescent moon. She was once touched, it turns out that her buddies have in mind the birthday that she doesn't even remember.

From the crowd, came out an adorable girl with shoulder-length hair singing the song "Happy Birthday" whilst carrying a chocolate cake whole with a lit candle.

"Happy birthday, Ra. All prayers are accurate for you. Long life, constantly healthy, blessed with life, more beautiful, better, greater pious. Amen," stated Puni praying for her friend. The lady appeared warmly at Rara and smiled.

"Thank you, Puni. Thank you to all of you." Rara said with glowing eyes and seemed at her pals one by way one.

"Okay, now it is time to blow out the candles and eat cake," stated Ivan, the funniest boy in the class. There had been cheers from the entire class.

"Don't make your nose. Our classification president desires to pray first." Vino argued that attention lower back to Rara. Rara chuckled at Vino's behavior.

Rara put the book she was carrying on one of the tables beside her then closed her eyes and raised her hands. After praying, she blew out the little candles. The whole classification applauded.

Suddenly, a chortle and a knock on the door caught their attention. Pak Onde–their teacher and homeroom trainer came with a sharp look.

"It's category time, I'm sorry!" Reprimand the middle-aged man with a bald head and thick mustache on the other side.

Everyone rushed to their seats. Meanwhile, Rara grew to become her head and nodded displaying a row of white teeth, and then walked to the lower back of the table.

"Birthdays are proper for everyone, but it would be first-rate not to rejoice via throwing away unnecessary things. Like these papers that you turn into porridge," stated Mr. Onde whilst shifting in the direction of his desk. No one dared to make a sound, solely the sound of the loafers he used to be wearing was heard.

On the step, he stopped and then picked up a piece of paper that he stepped on the floor. His eyes widened when he saw the writing written on it.

"Vi-no," Spell Mr. Onde then became his student. He looked at them one by one with a sharp gaze. "Isn't this your take a look at the paper? How can you reduce it into a pulp like this? Don't you fee knowledge? Now you all come out and line up on the field! Don't quit standing before my lesson is over!"

"But, sir-" Vino protested.

"No buts. You let me down this time."

Rara stood up and raised her hand.

"I beg your pardon, sir. This is all my fault. They did that because of me. So, if you punish me, it's sufficient for me." Rara tries to negotiate with Pak Onde. Star looked at her fine pal then grabbed her arm. Rara glanced over and smiled while nodding as if to point out that she was once okay.

"Not. My selection is certain. This is all my fault. So all ought to be punished. So that you understand. Knowledge ought to be liked even in paper form. Now all to the ceremonial area besides exception. Salute to the flags and neat rows. Think about your mistakes. You guys are already in the third grade of high school, do not be like little kids. "

Everyone sighed, then stood up from their seats and went out of the classroom to the field. They lined up and saluted the flag according to Mr. Onde's instructions.

Unbeknownst to Rara, on the second floor, a third grader was once watching her from the second-floor window.

An hour had passed, and grunts and curses sounded loud in the ears. Their ft started to tingle. Until the bell rang signaling the trade of class. A team of Rara's class cheered happily.

Luckily, the next lesson is sports. So, they can relax for a moment and take a seat on the court floor to relieve soreness.

Some chose to take a seat on the area of the subject terrace the place plants had been neatly organized in pots, some chose to sit down again in the corridor, whilst Rara chose to lean returned under the mango tree and take a seat on the grass at the top of the area with Puni – her nice friend.

With her eyes closed, she shook his shirt, attempting to fight the sweltering heat from the rising sun. From a distance, a handsome younger man with tall stature, his uniform now not tucked in, and unruly hair got here carrying a bottle of cold mineral water and walked over to Rara and Puni.

"Here. For you!" The younger man thrust the drink he brought right in front of Rara's face. Suddenly the woman opened her eyes and lifted her head to see who the abnormal voice used to be that was bothering her. Her forehead furrowed in confusion.

"For?" requested Rara.

"This morning."

"Hah?" Rara tried to digest the younger man's intentions. While Puni nudged his left elbow coded with her eyes as if to ask what all this meant. Rara appeared at Puni and shrugged her shoulders now not knowing.