The Gang Leader is My Husband

I was still completely in shock. Before I even had the chance to open my mouth and explain what had really happened, Bin and I had already been escorted to the principal's office. The security guard didn’t give us a chance to speak, and I was sure things were already beyond saving.As we walked down the hallway toward the principal’s office, I couldn’t even lift my head. My face felt hot, I didn’t know if it was from shame or anger. Beside me, Bin remained silent, showing no reaction at all. I couldn’t understand how he could stay so calm when we were clearly in deep trouble.As soon as we entered the principal’s office, I sat down on the chair in front of the big desk. Mr. Hadi, the principal, was already seated, wearing a serious expression. He looked back and forth between me and Bin, his eyes filled with suspicion.“Explain,” he said firmly, but panic had already taken over me. I didn’t even know where to start, and before I could get a word out, Mr. Hadi continued, “The school se

After a few weeks of living with Bin, I started to feel a burden that went beyond just taking care of the house or making instant noodles for him. Turns out, this marriage started to spread around school. At first, it was just whispers in the hallway, but eventually the rumor got huge. Every time I walked by, people would start staring at me weirdly. I thought the problems at home were already bad enough, but now I had to deal with school drama too. One of the worst came from Jeni and her gang, who had never liked me from the start. They used to be annoying, but now they were worse than ever. Maybe because they didn’t like seeing someone like me, known for being an achiever, getting involved with a delinquent like Bin. That day, just as I got off the angkot in front of the school, I saw Jeni and her gang hanging out at the gate. I tried not to engage and just walked past them. But of course, they weren’t the type to let things go so easily. “Hey, I heard you’re Bin’s wife now? Wow

I had just finished talking with Arum when, all of a sudden, the atmosphere in the cafeteria changed. Everyone who had been eating, chatting, or laughing instantly fell silent. At first, I didn’t notice, but then I saw people shifting aside, making a path down the middle of the cafeteria. Arum nudged my arm. “Yu, look over there… Garuda Steel Gang just showed up.” I automatically followed Arum’s gaze. At the cafeteria entrance, six guys walked in, moving casually like no one dared stand in their way. One of them, I knew all too well. Bin. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They sat at the center table, which was already empty, almost like it had been reserved for them. Everyone nearby quickly moved away, not wanting to get too close. Just moments ago, that spot had been crowded. “Wow… they really are like kings here,” I muttered under my breath. Arum just nodded slightly, her eyes still locked on the gang. “There’s all six of them. In front, obviously, is Bin. I can’t believe

Bin took me to a place that was … insane. Super elite. When I realized where we were, it was already like the upper Dago area in Bandung.The atmosphere here was completely different, cold air that brushed against my skin, a slow breeze that somehow pierced through, and the damp scent of highland trees was even stronger. It didn’t feel like the city anymore, more like a luxurious countryside, quiet and peaceful.In front of me stood a three-story elite boarding house, its building clean, white, and modern. Huge glass windows lined each room, and balconies were neatly arranged like they were ready to be the perfect place to relax every afternoon.I could only imagine how expensive the rent must be for a place like this. No doubt, only rich kids or children of officials could afford to stay here.I followed Bin inside, walking through a corridor that was wide enough. On both sides were small man-made gardens, probably just to make the place look eve

Instead of sitting there all tense listening to their meeting, I wandered over to the area near the door. There was a tall shelf filled with framed photos of them, like some sort of documentation of the Garuda Steel gang.They looked so proud in every shot, posing, hanging out, riding big motorcycles that, I was pretty sure, cost a fortune.Not everyone could afford bikes like those. They were tall and muscular, the kind of guys who really looked like they belonged on those rides. I swallowed hard, realizing this gang was way different from what I’d always imagined.Among the rows of photos and displays, there was one frame that stood out, more formal, like a plaque or certificate hanging on the shelf. Curiosity got the best of me, so I leaned closer to read the writing inside.“Vision and Mission of Garuda Steel: Uphold justice, eradicate crime.”Seriously? Was this a joke? The statement sounded noble, even admirable. But the reality? Everything I’d seen so far didn’t exactly line up