Reputation

Slowly, Alsava entered her new class. She has been in that class for several days and trying to adapt to the climate. Even though it still feels a little strange, Alsava is starting to get to know a few people who are potential enough to be friends with over the next few years.

No matter how quiet or nagging, transfer students always attract attention, right? Some people gave up on initial introductions, but there were also people who managed to get a handful of greetings from the Alsava when they wanted to shake her for an official mark of introduction.

Like Nadira, who incidentally is Alsava's own classmate. Her habit of babbling at length turned out to have its own entertainment effect on Alsava. Nadira doesn't even care whether her new friends will respond or not.

Once on a hot afternoon, in the middle of the second break, on the second day Alsava school there, Nadira dragged Alsava out of class and visited the canteen farthest from their class. Only to deliberately stare at an English teacher who is accustomed to having lunch in the cafeteria. What is unmistakable is the Dadang. Alsava was suddenly annoyed when she saw that figure and his charisma even when he was eating in the canteen. Was it only in front of her that Dadang showed his true face without imaging?

"Al, he is really handsome, right?" Nadira hissed beside the Alsava, a radius of ten meters from the teacher.

Alsava rolled her eyes without Nadira knowing. Inwardly grumbling about her fate to be trapped in a forced engagement with a two-faced and old man like that man. "Just ordinary."

"Uh, she's amazing, Al. Still young but already has the charisma that makes girls dazzle. What do you not get that dazzled?"

"Just ordinary, Nadira."

"Are you blind or what? Mr. Dadang is the teacher with the most fans. The Student Council president is less prestigious than him. Every day someone will give him flowers, chocolates, letters and all the frills, the table is like a shopping mall," explained Nadira furiously, looking offended by Alsava's monotonous response.

Alsava wasn't blind, which was why she understood how annoying he was. Handsome is not the standard of everything, handsome is not absolute as a measure of whether or not he is admired.

"But dear," said Nadira suddenly. This time Alsava paid full attention to the girl. Then Nadira continued her words, "he said he was already engaged."

Somehow Alsava suddenly regretted letting Nadira seize her to bother her this afternoon.

"Sir Arman tripped over a rock as big in the front field!" A man had just burst into the classroom laughing when Alsava just put her bag on the table. Hearing the news, the Alsava class suddenly got boisterous. All heads were filled with question marks, how could the student representative be so careless?

"How? How?" Nadira immediately got up from her seat and glanced at Alsava, she was ready to monopolize the girl again if they had to leave the classroom to investigate the truth of the news.

"Because of chasing Adrian, that's why he stumbled like that. Hear his head bump, little," replied the anchor of the news.

Instead of leaving the classroom to observe the situation, Nadira returned to sitting in her chair, shaking her head, just like the play of a mother who had just received news about her child's mischief.

"Who, Nad?" Alsava sat next to Nadira, as he opened the cap of his mineral bottle intending to quench her thirst after running from the gate to class, afraid of being late.

"Adrian, a first grader who is a troublemaker," explained Nadira briefly.

Then someone who was in the front seat of the Alsava turned towards them as if they were interested in the topic of conversation. The man was tall and wore glasses, showing half his intelligence.

“Last semester, just at MOS, he was the only kid who didn't want to be regulated. Given a warning, instead of obeying, he punched the committee. Incarnate devil,” said the man in front of him, who turned out to be the chief executive of last semester's MOS activity.

"Yes, that's not all. He also likes brawls, making the school's reputation bad. Not to mention often caught smoking behind the school," added Nadira later. As if nothing good could describe an Adrian.

"Well, that's the guy!" Nadira's forefinger suddenly pointed outside the classroom. Pointing straight at someone stepping out while sneaking. His appearance was messy, but his face was anything but criminal, according to Alsava.

Unconsciously, Alsava giggled. The boy's cute behavior suddenly sparked a tingling reaction in Alsava's mind. It was useless for him to sneak around like that, his body was still caught in the window pane. He was the same young man who hid in her car the other day, that expression was also the same expression.

Adrian, yes. The Alsava brain automatically programmed to save that name. Adrian, a series of alphabets that fit in his mind.

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Dan is calling ...

"Whatever!" cursed the girl irritably. Don't know how many times the man called her. That time too, Alsava was still not interested in answering the call.

Then, a short message appeared on her cellphone screen like a pop-up. The man wanted to take her to the bookstore. Alsava couldn't imagine how Nadira would react if she caught her going to a bookstore with her beloved Sir Dadang.

Dan is calling ...

Again, the call made the entire Alsava phone screen dark. She was so fed up and wanted to hit him on the head right now with the biggest anchor of the ship. Although that wish could only be realized in her own head.

The call paused for a moment, before reappearing. Until then, Alsava's patience was exhausted. She slammed the cellphone into the middle seat of her car. The ringing of the cellphone was quite muted. Alsava tried to calm herself down in her trademark way, wiping her hands from her forehead to the back of her head. It feels like being terrorized by the mafia.

While calming her bad mood, she noticed the atmosphere in her school area after school through the frosted glass of his car. The school is still crowded with students walking their way home. Alsava half hopes that she will meet Adrian, the young man who hid in her car a few days ago. Maybe that guy needs a place to hide again?

Once she was sure her fiancé would not call again, then Alsava looked for the cell phone she had thrown earlier. It turned out that the phone was tucked under the seat, crouching there waiting to be picked up. But apart from the cell phone, her hand touched something foreign.

"A Wallet?" She muttered, scanning the wood-colored leather wallet. Doubtful, she opened the wallet to find an identification card that might be there.

Sure enough, there was a student card that was still new, the ink seemed to lead Alsava to read the name on it, Adrian Nirwasita.

Alsava's lips formed a small smile. Of course it was the wallet belonging to the young man who was hiding in her car at that time. She still remembers how the man smiled his trademark playful smile. Was it true that the man she saw at that time was the same man her friends had nicknamed the school demon?

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