Novel Kakak Kelas Novels & Stories

Raffa who was 21 years old. (In Indonesia, calling someone older by their name is considered impolite. Therefore, I still use the word ''Kak'' or ''Kakak'' which in English means big brother or big sister.) ''Um, please let me down...'' asked Anindira, who felt embarrassed, ''If you want to walk, I'll walk by myself...''

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

"Duh, Gusti, Ra ... Ra. Lha kamu bersama dia itu tidak tahu kalau dia kakak kelas kita?" Mata Ratih mendelik. "Kakak kelas?! Kakak kelas yang mana, Tih?" "Putra, Ra. Fikri Haikal Putra. Kakak kelas tepat di atas kita waktu SMP. Dia sering main ke kelas kita, kok. Kan dia naksir berat sama kamu dulu tapi kamu tolak mentah-mentah."

It was a creative writing class and over the years many of the short stories that I made in this class turned into full-blown novels. The only ones who know about those novels are Nathan and Lucas because quite a few of them are my more mature books. Lucas is my best friend so it is quite easy to tell him my different stories. It took a lot more time to be able to tell Nathan about them though. I guess I should be afraid that he would tell the whole school. For some reason, though I can't bring myself to be afraid. I guess I just can't see Nathan ever doing that to me.

Hana quickly approached the table, took a notebook and read the name on the cover, 'Valdo, class 2-Superior Class' Ah, it's only right that Hana feels she's never seen his face. Naturally, because the superior class is a class that is inhabited by smart and outstanding students. They are people who are focused on studies and rarely get along with students from other classes. Hana decided to take the book with her, a smile suddenly forming on her lips at the thought that she had a reason to see the boy again. *** "What business are you here for?"

“Hi, I’m Kara.” “Hello,” I replied. “New student, right? I haven’t seen you before.” “Yes, I’m Anna.” “Nice to meet you, Anna.” “Can we be friends?” Kara asked, offering a handshake. “Okay.” I shook her. Finally someone who seems nice. “Let’s get something to eat.” Kara stood up. “What about class?” I asked, feeling confused. “In Kelly high we eat breakfast before class.” “Oh, that's strange.” I was surprised.