Don't Love me
New Kids

In the forest, close to the village.

"YESY!" Shouted the little girl.

"Who is that?" ask The Grandpa.

He decided to find out, "Astagfirullah al'adzim."

Grandpa Darman found the little girl lying in the got, fortunately the water in the got was only as high as the ankle of the Grandpa.

Grandpa desperately came down to save the little girl who was either still alive or dead, using the rope he carried from work tied the rope to the tree tightly, as well as his stomach, and his, slowly go down.

He tried to evacuate the little girl. Try raising it above your back, tied with a rope slowly rising to the surface.

Grandpa took off the rope lowering him by slowly checking his body temperature, breathing, disheveled appearance and many scars all over his body. Observe the beautiful little girl with long black hair, brownish black eyes, fair yellow skin.

"Thank God!" Grandfather breathed a sigh of relief. "This little girl is still breathing."

Darman's grandfather was half a century or 50 years old, building workers living in a remote village close to the forest. The average population there is friendly, the air is very cool because it is rarely exposed to pollution.

When Grandpa asked whose name, the little girl just fell silent trembling in fear of the dark, it turned out that this beautiful girl could not remember anything. Grandfather was trying to find a beautiful name for her 'Gresnalia Princess' that was her name.

Forced Grandpa Darman to hide it, if there is no way something more frightening will happen to him maybe out there there there still someone is after him.

Because he can't remember anything, he without having a family. So what's wrong? If this little girl lives together, at least until she remembers who she is.

After that incident many things they went through, especially at the age of Gres stepped 16 years. Grandfather was sickly and now lay weakly in one of the hospital rooms.

Gres looked at his Grandfather as he held tightly to his palm and looked on with a sad look. "Sir,"

"Son, to.lo.ng ik.ut ber.sa.ma bi.bi Ali.sya ting.gal.ah and. sek.as if in sa...na." holding his chest tight, "Ja.ng.an ja.di ga.dis lem.ah, ku.at.lah son."

NIII!

Grandfather exhaled his last breath, Gres was shocked, shocked, and tears were pouring down.

"KAKEEEK!"

***

Outside the gates of BUBIN High School, Gres and Aunt Alisya come regardless of how luxurious the school is.

"Gres here is where you will go to school tomorrow come here," said Aunt Alisya, "All costs have been borne by Alm. Grandpa Darman, there's no need to worry he's working hard nonstop, for your sake,"

Without any reply from Gres, he was just a moody look with no direction.

"You work part-time at Happy's restaurant, Aunty has arranged everything," Aunty Alisya said staring at him.

Stay still.

"The house you will live in is small and has many shortcomings, but is still worth living in" he continued.

Auntie Alisya felt sorry for him. "cres ... Aunty can't stay with you, maa- "

"It's okay Auntie, I'll always remember grandfather's last message. No need to worry about me, I'm fine." Gres smiled holding back a cry.

Gres entered the house he lived in narrow, faulty tap water sometimes lit up on its own, there was only one room, kitchen and bathroom side by side. Just one swath of it, One word from him 'Narrow' is enough for him to stay? Enough is that he is just a kara.

Go into the room to lay his body on the mattress that feels hard, stop thinking that interferes with his mind tomorrow must wake up early.

***

"Wow!" Jerit Gres was surprised to see the new school while carrying drinking water in his hands.

Though yesterday he went to this school, maybe his mind is still chaotic because of the loss of the grandfather, then realize how luxurious the school he went to.

Gate open. Gres stepped in without hesitation the rich madman's own smile, stretching out both hands, closing his eyes, feeling a small blowing wind approaching blowing his long unraveling hair.

That was when the figure of a handsome guy was there putting both his hands in his pocket, looking up while closing his eyes.

Closing his eyes, Gres did not realize from earlier that someone was standing right in front of him, he heaved a sigh of relief opening his eyes, rounding his eyes, biting his lips, just one word 'Tengsin' how surprised he was when he saw the cool guy there.

Suddenly being in front of him stared at Gres with a sharp gaze.

MB stands for Muhammad Baehaki. Looking at the front of the school gate that says BUBIN High School 'Month & Star', including the most expensive and luxurious schools in Jakarta.

It was also difficult to enter an elite school. Only certain students and from wealthy or noble families are allowed to enter, not only that if they get their diploma. It is easy to enter college, and not students looking for work but the opposite.

Again explained MB has the nature of cold, indifferent, rough, cruel, sensitive to the touch of girls and hate the word love. However, he liked all the girls in his school.

Wh why? Her skin was white, dense black hair, brownish black eyes, sexy and tall thin lips.

Just one MB step past the school entrance the girls scattered in one direction. Just to get close to MB the owner of the handsome face in the school, his gaze was straight forward, his eyes looking sharp did not care about his surroundings at all.

"Allah hu'akbar."

"So bad, so handsome."

"Time stops is fine."

"Subhanallah, God's most holy."

"Mallet."

They murmured without cause, glancing unblinkingly, looking at MB in other words 'LIKED.'

'He must think I'm nora.' Thought Gres.

Still new and do not know where the class is? Gres ventured to ask the super handsome guy walking up to him, gulping down his hard-earned saliva. "Annu ... "

A horde of super handsome 'zombies' of boy lovers flooded the place. They collide with Gres, ignoring him. Unintentionally the drinking water he was carrying from his grasp, flying landed right on MB's front chest.

Closing his mouth, Gres was shocked as well as the others stared sinisterly at him, his body trembling, his eyes widening, his cheeks turning pink.

MB rubbed his wet uniform. Many girls offer handkerchiefs, Gres also takes his handkerchief. He'll touch MB, rudely the guy brushes Gres's hand until it's red.

Waving his hands agitated, MB took a handkerchief from his pocket. Clean it yourself, throw away the handkerchief. Before falling to the ground, the girls who were there scrambled over the former napkin.

Cery approached Gres watching him who had been singing his mouth, after MB had left them. Cery pulled his bag away to a special class, pushing it roughly until it sprawled on the ground.

"www!" Shouted Gres his bloody palm coming into contact with the rough ground.

"Don't crybaby! This is your class, understand!" Jerit Cery was upset leaving him.

Cery Sintiabela one of the cruel girls who likes MB, he is close enough to her to have power in this MB school.

Grimacing in pain trying to stand opened the classroom door.

"Welcome home." A welcome from the class.

"What problems did you do to get into class, this?" ask Esa.

"It must be an unusual problem" Latus said.

"Because we've seen lo, been treated harshly," added Tino.

Questions echoed in Gres' ear. "Can you be fucked!"

While the others are quietly busy playing 'handphone' each, sitting the best attitude at the moment.

Sighing again, they waited for Gres' reply expectantly.

Gres recounts the beginning of the entrance to the school gate, until drawn to their class.

"Bla, blah .." said Gres trying to explain to them.

"Innaa lillahi wa innaa ilaihi raaji'uun," Tino grunted sadly.

"Lo thought he died" said Latus.

"Udahlah, introduce my name Esa Anugrah Kuswanda, this is Lailatus Sukriah," Esa pointed towards Latus.

Let Tino smile arrogantly be introduced.

Esa squealing. "And that stupid Tino,"

Tino's expression became gloomy.

"Be patient, bosss," Latus smiled.

"Yes sopo." Tino replied laughing.

Alternatively, Latus was weaving his mouth.

"I'm Gresnalia Princess, call Gres."

They started to become close friends. This class turned out to be a special class that was stamped badly.

**bb*trule**

**1. When MB comes all students must gather to welcome his arrival.

**2. Women are forbidden to touch it.

**3. Can't bore MB anything else angry.

**4. Classes that have been determined can not be contested.

**5. Be a child of Sholeh.

Anyone who makes a mistake or violates the rules will be punished severely, as well as dragging the suspect into the 'Special Class of Bad Cap.'

"What kind of rule is that, silly," Gres sobbed his mouth. "Bas bad, why are you quiet! Isn't that unfair ... The other classes learn we sit still, if they break we just learn, but I have to work,"

"The problem is no one dares to fight, let alone the same Cery gang who had brought you here," said Latus trembling slightly.

"Cery has friends, they're all ruthless. Once against but, for those of us who fight will be humiliated in front of everyone, he .. " said Esa speech looks gloomy.

Tino held Esa's shoulder. "He was naked in front of all of us,"

Gres's eyes were round, his face filled with anger, resentment stirred into one. "Cruel, really no heart,"

"He was our best friend named Ratih, because he was ashamed to go up to the school building then .. "Latus' speech stopped holding back tears.

"Fall ... died on the spot," Esa who continued her words, immediately embraced Latus.

Gres felt their grief his body began to tremble, his head growing hot withstanding anger. "Excession! They're not human! Can't be left!"

Going to go see MB, but Latus pulled his hand Gres silently looked at him who began to shed tears.

"Enough! Lo the new boy who will be our best friend, a lot against it but what? They always die horribly," Latus kept crying.

"What Latus said was true Gres" Esa added.

"I understand." Gres frowned, hugging Latus.

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