CHAPTER 1

-Love at First Sight is not just a myth, but I try to think that it's not real-

***

"Raisa, wake up kid!"

The knock on the door along with Mother's half screaming voice diverted the dream world of the girl in the green pajamas. He was surprised to open his eyes with his hand reflexively took the cellphone.

"O Allah, Mother why just wake up Raisa ?!"

Raisa is confused to see that the clock is almost seven o'clock, which means that in twenty minutes the fence will be closed while the distance from her house is fifteen minutes at a speed of eighty kilometers per hour. Not to mention having to prepare all school needs because last night he didn't have time to put the rooster in his bag.

"Mother woke up an hour ago, it's a shame you didn't wake up. Who told you to sleep in the middle of the night, you girls actually like balls."

Raisa just giggled at her mother's soft scolding when she entered the bathroom. He had to wash his body immediately without performing the rituals like the previous morning. There's no time to wait for warm water just yet, it's okay to take a cold shower every now and then. There is also no time to imagine how Maldini Pali's expression last night when he managed to feed Ilham which led to goals for Indonesia.

"Bun, Raisa go first. Assalammualaykum," he said goodbye to his mother who was serving rice for my father while telling him to have breakfast first.

"No Bun, Raisa just ate in the canteen. Father, Raisa will go first. Oa Bun, please tell Brother Fairuz don't like changing satellite channels, Raisa can't see U19 on TV, you have to stream. It's because of my brother that's why Raisa is late. Raisa say goodbye! " he concluded riding an automatic motorbike.

"Be careful not to go speeding. Take it slow, I'll be late but safe!" screamed her mother, afraid that girls are the only one why, why is it that many people say that Raisa likes racing to go to school.

The road is always jammed so Raisa chooses the causeway so she can get to her school quickly. From a distance of five meters he could see the fence that was about to close, as fast as lightning he broke through before the security guard closed it completely.

"Well, too late." Raisa parked the motorbike languidly. The reason is, it is already five minutes past seven, the extra time given by the school has passed a minute ago, that means even though he has entered the schoolyard, someone will ticket him at the picket table when he passes the corridor to his class.

Being late is indeed a scourge for him even though he is not an exemplary student who arrives at school half an hour earlier. Usually he also arrives at school at the doorbell on purpose because he doesn't want to waste time sitting around indiscriminately in front of the class or the canteen. It's better to spend the morning reading action thriller novels in the orange house. But this time something he was avoiding would be the first experience being written on a red school note.

It's nothing, he's just embarrassed later when the semester ends, the time for the trial between teachers. His name is already on the many trophies on display in the principal's room. Listed just one does not really have an effect, but for him it is very unpleasant.

That is no human is perfect.

Raisa walked languidly, standing behind a guava tree fifteen steps from the picket table. About ten boys are being scolded by the BK teacher because they are all the same people every day. And not a single girl. His eyes turned to the source of the steps that sounded laughing against each other. It is estimated that more than five people. He turned around in surprise to find his light brown eyes staring at him intensely. Five seconds passed, he realized that he had been lulled by those eyes, he immediately felt embarrassed. Turned her face to the crowd of children who were being punished.

"Eh, Yu, what's wrong with you?"

The question without answers makes Raisa turn to the six boys who are three steps away from her. Raisa realized that this was the first time she saw them in this school. The suspicion was strengthened by the school uniforms used by the six handsome boys. The six of them stared at him simultaneously.

"After all, you're late too, want to run away?" said a close boy called Yu.

Raisa gasped, put her index finger in her mouth while hinting not to shout loudly. Her steps drew closer to them, standing behind the tall back of the boy named 'Yu' while whispering.

"You are not students here, are you? Please help me, I want to go in but I'm afraid that you will be caught late. You can go on with me among you?"

Out of nowhere that crazy idea came from, Raisa was waiting for a response from the six boys who squeezed her body.

"Please!" Please Raisa pitifully. He cursed in his heart since when was this excessive. If only they had gone to school here they would have said something unreasonable to him. Where is Raisa who is annoyed with every guy who approaches her. Never mind chatting, just being approached has been managed. Lha, this is acting to be a cute girl.

'The current Raisa isn't the old Raisa.'

"You want me to help?"

Raisa nodded slowly even though she didn't see the face of the person asking in front of her. Her body is not classified in the short girl category, but standing among these six boys makes her not look too tall for the boys.

"You can, give your Line!" murmured the boy was still back to her.

"Uaha, y'know Yu is still looking for opportunities in a tight spot," said Rio, who chuckled seeing Yuda's unchanging behavior.

"Do you want me or not to tell pickets so— ''

"Yes, I want to," Raisa interrupted quickly, mentioning her ID Line even though none of her male friends were given ID Line.

BBM, F*, IG, Line, Twitter and other social media he only makes friends with girl friends. Say he is arrogant or the like but that's how he will stay away from criminalization of the liver in the future.

Stalker is not his job, while his best friend is busy talking about the school basketball leader who will compete with the neighboring schoolgirls, he is instead busy looking for the name of the latest action movie he will watch.

"Okay, then you walk behind me. Rio, Alif, you don't make your body visible. You too," said Yuda, who gave instructions to the other three friends behind.

As if ready for battle, Yuda gave the signal to move in unison.

"Let's just go up the stairs, right?"

Raisa nodded. There are only two options via the picket table or the side walk up the stairs.

"Eh, Yu, it's not like we also have to report first," said Alif, stopping them.

"Alright, lo Rijal go there to report first to the picket, you're good at ruffling," Yuda told his subordinates to immediately run it.

"Ready, captain!" Rijal pulls Aldo's body to cover the gap so that Raisa's clothes can't be seen.

"You are the king of boasting," said Rio to their laughter.

"Every now and then I give him the opportunity to make a backup, so that he will be ready later when he changes the throne."

Raisa only played her fingers when she heard the strange men talking. Rijal comes back into position, saying everything is safe. Yuda immediately ordered them to take rescue action.

"Alright, you don't need to be afraid," said Yuda when they reached the top of the stairs.

Raisa let out a sigh of relief, coming out of hiding. Glancing at the picket table where there was no sign that he had been caught.

"Thanks yes, me first!" Raisa said goodbye and immediately ran to the corridor of her classroom without seeing their faces one by one. Raisa keeps on praying that the Mathematics teacher doesn't come in, because Mrs. Jasmine is used to being late, chatting in the morning at the office.

"Thank God our class is not like science one, we got a killer teacher, ahhaah."

Raisa chuckled remembering Bela's cheerful face when she saw the name of the new teacher who was going to be the teacher in their class for the first semester of XII IPA 2. Who doesn't like to get a good teacher, especially in subjects that make your brain nervous. Mathematics. Raisa slowed her steps because her class was visible up close. His friend's voice came out, he knocked on the door before entering. Her friend was immediately surprised to think she was Mrs. Jasmine.

"Elah, elo Raisa, I think Mrs. Jasmine will come in again to give an assignment!" exclaimed Queen, a tiny girl who always held congregational prayers so that the teachers did not enter.

Sometimes Raisa can't stop thinking about the wishes of her classmates. If you hope that the teacher doesn't come in so you don't study, why do you have to go to school. Time and money ran out. Better to do something at home instead of getting to school hoping for free time, relaxing in the canteen, just wasting time. Raisa ignored her friend's chatter, walked to the bench beside Bela who was busy with her cellphone. Arifah and Kinta are also busy with tabs.

Raisa immediately sat her butt. The incident a few minutes ago made him unable to concentrate, he was still thinking about where his courage came from asking for help from a stranger. Moreover, giving ID Line for nothing.

'You're already in class, right? I'll be competing soon. I'm waiting on the field! ' -Yuda-

Raisa felt her world stop when she read the incoming message. He should have known, to get something there must be something to give too. Even though some say, helping should be sincere without strings attached. But in fact, he must return the services that helped him. Giving ID Line is like giving half a day. The half of the day that will be shared with new things. Between girls and boys, if you have communicated, it certainly leads to a relationship and Raisa only likes friendship.

Raisa shook her head when she realized that she had thought something nonsense.

"What's wrong with you? Dizzy?" Bela asked closing her cellphone, turning to Raisa who looked unusual.

"Uh, not really," he argued, "what's wrong with you, your face really bored," he transferred. Kinta replied in front of their table.

"Usually broke up."

"Thank God if I break up, I don't have to see that crocodile," said Arifah, a smile spreading across Bela's lips.

"Yes-yes, you guys are right if I still give the land crocodile a chance. But what can I do? My heart still hasn't moved on." Bela bent her face. 'From him not him.'

Usually Raisa will give words of advice, a qoute quote from Tere Liye or Om Mario Teguh. But this time his attention was on the phone, which vibrated with a sign that there was an incoming message.

"Five minutes to compete, you come here or I'll pick you up."

"What's wrong with you?" Bela nudged his elbow. Kinta and Arifah also asked for an explanation. Raisa is not usually busy with cellphones when they are chatting.

"Ah, let's go. Let's go to the court, they will have a basketball match soon. Fortunately, Mrs. Jasmine doesn't come in. We can see Ridho playing. Eh, I just took care of the opposing team, they all cogan anyway." Kinta got up and invited them to immediately go to the field.

"Uh, yeah they compete today, I forgot, huh." Arifah frantically took a mirror to reflect on.

"It's already pretty, let's!"

"You don't want to go?" Bela asked when Raisa was still in a sitting position.

"You guys, I don't like basketball."

"Oh yeah, about your new soccer. Okay, you're fine here. Bye!" Kinta immediately dragged her two friends to get out quickly for fear of not getting the first place.

"Sorry, I can't go to the field, I have an assignment."

Half unconfident she sent a reply.

'EXPECT EVERYTHING TO THE FIELD TO SUPPORT OUR BASKET TEAM!'

Raisa was surprised to hear the audio speacker's announcement, it was a sign that the class was not studying. Rare thing that happened, surely this is no ordinary match.

'You come or will I pick you up?'