(Not)Rama Sinta
CHAPTER 1
A car stopped at the famous campus in the capital. As if moving slow motion, the driver of the car came out in a very slow motion. And it did not escape the gaze of students and students who were not far from the place. Level legs with black chinos in pairs with white sneakers do not escape the view of students. The more up the white plain shirt that is combined with a black box with no buttons makes the look more charming. Increasingly, a pair of sunglasses perched sweetly on the nose that makes the student there scream hysterically admiring the handsome cold-faced man. Not even a few women yelled at his name. Rama Abi Sena, a cold man who has a million charms. In addition to handsome and smart, Rama is the sole successor of the company of the papa, Pandu. And that also makes Rama pursued by many women. Rama is a student of the final-level economics faculty. He has 2 friends who have always been together since High School. God and Reno.
Regardless of the gazes and shouts of those around him, Rama walked leisurely towards his class. He had class this morning.
"Rama"
Rama who heard his name called ignored him. He knows who called him. Winda, he is the son of one of the lecturers in his campus who from the beginning entered always chasing Rama.
Rama kept his feet going to his class. Winda who felt Rama did not respond immediately chased after him and blocked his hand.
Of course, that made Rama upset. Even without hesitation Rama jerked the hand of the Winda until it was released. Not only that Rama also stared angrily Winda from behind his sunglasses.
Winda is usually treated that way. But he never quit or gave up. Even he continued to try to pursue Rama and had several times expressed his feelings even though many times also rejected raw raw by Rama.
"Rama, if called tuh nyaut dong"sorry Winda.
Rama seemed to frown and then passed leaving Winda shouting his name.
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On the other hand yet still on the same campus, a woman walked alone with a cold gaze. No one dared to look at him, not even the other students who deliberately gave him a way. The beautiful woman, white skin, sharp nose with long hair that was let down was Sinta. Sinta Kusuma Dewi, a beautiful girl with a million charms. Yet despite being beautiful, not a single man dared to approach her. The men only dared to admire Sinta's figure in silence.
Sinta paused in front of her class. He was lazy to enter. But considering that soon she will graduate, Sinta was forced to step foot into the class. Helaan breath terrldengar when Sinta began to set foot in the classroom.
He still maintained his ding face while glancing at someone a glance before sitting on his stool.
"For Sinta"sapa Zola, Sinta's friend.
"Hemm"sahut Sinta with deheman.
"Jeez Sin, you know yes, do not jutek jutek why sihh" grumbled Zola.
"Lo've known I've been an hour Zol" Sinta said staring at Zola sharply.
"Yes yes, I know, but as easy as a smile, let the guys are not afraid of lo"sindir Zola.
"Ck, don't make my mood plummet deh lo" upset Sinta.
"Ututuu, why else lo?"ask Zola curiously.
"When do I tell you"sahut Sinta. Zola also understood. He had been friends with Sinta since Junior High, so he already understood the ins and outs of what Sinta was like. If it's like this, it means Sinta is not willing to be disturbed. Zola appreciated her friend. He chose silence while playing his phone waiting for the presence of the lecturer.
On the other side of the class, a man was staring at Sinta. Since Sinta entered the classroom until Sinta sat on her stool and had a little chat with Zola. The man smiled faintly at Sinta's attitude which he thought was unique.
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