THREE

"This is a way for me to get close to Lo Devan! I'm trying to die and die to beat your math grades! So you can greet me!" said Riri in her heart while looking at the cellphone that contained Devan's photos. "Being a secret admirer is really difficult, isn't it? It feels really sad!" said Riri who was in her room while lying down. "If only you knew my heart. Why are you such a quiet person, Devan. Even though you're handsome, smart again. Heh, you should be able to spread charm!" said Riri while continuing to look at Devan's photos on Instagram. Meanwhile Devan, who had arrived in front of his house, was immediately greeted by his mother. Sofi's mother looks very happy to welcome her child. "Honey, you must be tired. Come on, come with your mother!" Mama said while carrying Devan's bag. "It's not usually that you're friendly and kind like this, there must be something wrong," Devan said suspiciously. By the time we got to the living room, there were already skincare products and lots of snacks on the table. "Mah? Whose is it?" asked Dean curiously. "That's yours dear. Everything is given to you. Because now you are Nerima's endorsement. Mama will be your assistant. Okay honey, now you change your clothes first. Okay, nice clothes!" Mom said pushing Devan into the room. Mama Sofi immediately sat down and arranged the snacks nicely on the table. There are various kinds of spicy snacks. "Wow, it's really delicious, if you don't have to buy snacks like this. There are lots of good endorsements," said Sofi's mother while opening the balado-flavored chips. He ate it with gusto. Didn't wait long. Devan immediately came out of the room wearing a plain white t-shirt. "Duh, Mama's child wears clothes like that, it's already handsome!" Praise mom with a smile. "Sit here, dear," Mom said kindly. Dean sat lazily. "These are all the products on this table that are endorsing. So you'll take a photo later, okay? You have to look good, first, just have a snack first, which is easy!" Mama said with great enthusiasm. Everything is well photographed by the mother. Devan also styled well in front of the camera. With a sweet black face and tall posture and sharp nose, netizens are fascinated by lots of positive comments. After an hour they finally finished and the phone rang. There is papa's writing on the screen of Devan's cellphone. "Just let mom pick up!" Mama said quickly grabbing Devan's cell phone which was on the table in the living room. "Hello Devan? Why aren't you talented at math tutoring?" asked the father with an angry tone. "Pah, don't get angry, daddy, Devan is sick. He's really hot, dad. It's okay to take maths lessons for one day," said Mom in a worried voice. Dean couldn't help but take a deep breath. "Oh my gosh, how can mama say I'm sick again," he said in his heart. "Mama wants to lie to daddy? The person this morning Devan was fine and not sick. Why did he suddenly get sick? Daddy can go home right now!" The temperamental boy said and immediately hung up the call. "Dad are you going home?" "Yeah, it's easy for mom to take care of it. Anyway, you just focus on being a celebrity. You don't have to be an international math champion like your daddy," Mom said angrily. Meanwhile Dean went into his room. Because he's done with endorsing products. "Now put this on," said Mama by placing a compress on Devan's forehead. He also put medicine on the small table in Devan's room. Then also pretend that there is porridge on the table. So papah thinks that Devan is sick. "You have to be able to act, Devan. You have to be able to lie to daddy. You don't want to be ordered to take maths lessons with daddy," Mom said firmly. Devan just kept silent according to what his mother said.

Car sound is heard. It was the sound of Papa's car. "Well, that's papah. You pretend to be sick. It's better if you just shut up. I'll look weak," Mom said and immediately left Devan's room. "Dad shouldn't have to go home daddy, daddy's working right now," Mom said by opening her husband's jacket. "Where's Devan?" Asked the bad boy. "He's in his room, dad, don't be mad at Devan. "Papa wants to see Devan's condition," Papa said quickly walking into Devan's room. "You want to lie Devan?" asked daddy holding Devan's arm which wasn't hot at all. Devan just kept silent according to what his mother said. "Papa, why is Devan lying, dad? Devan is really sick," Mom said with a pleading face. "Dad, I've seen everything on Instagram! Mamah thought daddy didn't know! Where's that endearing stuff? You want to throw it away! Why are you a celebrity! It's useless!" Papa said with an angry face. Papah searched every corner of Devan's room. The mother asked papa not to be angry. "Dad, it's done, Pan, Devan's room is all messy," Mom said by holding Dad's arm who was busy opening all the cupboards. "This is all because of mom too! Devan can't get good grades in math! Mama always spoils Devan!" Papa said in an angry tone. "Papa should know himself. Don't force Devan to be what daddy wants? Devan doesn't like math, dad?!" Mama said in a high tone and challenged her face in front of daddy. Hearing the fight ended with anger in the chest. Dean quickly left the room. He ran and ran away from his house. By nightfall Devan had not yet come home. Papah and mamah walked back and forth like irons. They were both very worried about their son's condition. "This is all because of Papah. What if Devan doesn't come home?" asked mom with an annoyed face. "Don't start making noise anymore, ma'am. It's too bad trying to call all of Devan's classmates!" Papa said in a firm tone. "Duh, what are you doing daddy, they won't know daddy. The Devans at school don't have any friends," Mom said confidently. Meanwhile in the city park. Devan just sat there enjoying the cold night. He was also confused about where to go. He has no more courage. Finally Devan immediately left the park and returned home. The next day papah was very angry. Devan was of course beaten again. This time in the palm of his hand. "That's it daddy! It's it! Devan promised not to run away from home anymore," Mom said pleadingly while holding Papah's hand. Dean just kept quiet and endured the pain. He harbored anger that could not be expressed. Finally papah stopped punching. He put his trouser belt on the table angrily. "Anyway, if you run away from home again. Papah won't hesitate to cross out your name from the family card! After school, you have to go to math lessons! Do you understand, devan?" "Yes papa," Devan answered softly as he kept his head down holding his sore palm. Until at school. The pain in his palms was still there. He was confused about how he would write later. It feels like just holding the pen hurts. "Today there is a transfer student. You have to be nice," said the homeroom teacher. "Wow, there's a new student, ma'am? Who is it, ma'am?" asked the guy with the hair up. Haircut like a hedgehog. "Just a moment, please call me first," said the teacher and quickly walked out. "Bea? Are you ready? Introduce yourself to all your classmates?" Mrs. Risma said kindly. "Yes ma'am, I'm ready. If it's just that it's easy for me ma'am," Bea said confidently. "Okay, you come in right now, OK?"