He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 2 - The Good Girl
"Wait on! What's yourname?"
Khaira very clearly heard the voice of the man asking his name, but really he did not want to get acquainted with the foreign man. Seeing him in the all-out had already made him quite horrified and did not want to get involved anymore.
Her full name is Khaira Muthmainnah, a beautiful and gentle girl. However, in some circumstances he could be a bit of a bar-bar. Being the first child of two brothers makes him more independent and courageous.
Since entering high school, Khaira has dared to live alone and away from parents in order to realize her dream of studying at the school that she has always favored. His appearance is always simple and what it is makes friends Khaira no one knows if he comes from family is, except his best friend.
"Ra, he just asked your name" said Shaza, Khaira's best friend and contract partner shortly after they broke into their rented house.
"Let's just say, I don't want to get involved or get acquainted with thugs, I'm horrified" Khaira replied.
"Yes, but he's seen your face and this house, hasn't he?"
"Yes, but if he's the kind we can move house anyway, as long as our identity is not found out. We're nomads, Sa, we need to be smart enough to take care of ourselves." Khaira took off the face she was still wearing since she finished performing the morning prayer and folded it neatly.
The two girls started to prepare breakfast together before they left for school. The women's school is quite famous for the achievements of its students, and Khaira is one of the students who got outstanding scholarships there.
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"Well, I'm going to announce class rankings based on your exam results over the past two weeks. The fifth rank is Shaza Nabilah." All the students in the class applauded happily and were curious looking forward to the announcement of the next rank.
"Fourth place, Rayya Sukmawati."
"Third rank Viona Maharani."
All the students re-applauded while congratulating the champions who occupied their new positions, but not a few were disappointed because of the decline in the rankings.
"Well, rank three down always shifts well," whispered one of the students in the class.
"Yes, it seems like only rank one and two are staying in their respective positions," another female student whispered.
"Yes right, who's our defending champion if not our best friend Silvi, right?" chirped the schoolgirl while patting the friend beside her who was now smiling happily as if she already knew the announcement of the first rank.
"And to rank one and two there was a shift for the first time during your school here. So, our first rank this time is achieved by ... Khaira Muthmainnah and second place is Andi Silvia Tenri."
The entire classroom was immediately boisterous after hearing the announcement from the homeroom teacher. Some congratulated Khaira, and some did not believe the result, including Silvi and her friends who lost their smiles.
The look of a disappointed face was clearly visible on the girl's face, and increasingly turned into an angry look followed by a sharp look towards the hijab girl who was now smiling happily with her best friend.
"Review you, Khaira."
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Elsewhere, the sound of footsteps wearing shoes was heard approaching towards a room dominated by red and black. The room shows the characteristics of its owner as a boy.
Chequelek
A middle-aged man with black hair neatly combed, a thin mustache and a well-kept beard, with a kecamata and a full suit that was so formal entered the room and approached the teenage boy who was currently lying limp on the bed.
"Where else is this hurt?" the tan is so cold.
"Fight, Father," Boy replied, not daring to look him in the eye.
"When you've paid your martial arts course fees are expensive, but still lost, go to the hospital, I'll transfer money to your account," said the father and then came out of the room without any further ado.
Boy smiled wryly with the attitude of the father who was so cold and indifferent. The man recalled how lonely he had been all along. His education that collapsed until he had experienced a classroom stay he had done deliberately only so that the father did not ignore him again. But unfortunately, it was not a problem at all for the father, because for the middle-aged man, all problems could be solved with money.
Boy stared at the ceiling of his room with teary eyes. The affection? Whatisit? He really does not know that feeling, even at the age of almost stepping on the head of two, he has not felt it well from both parents, he said, and the opposite sex because of his attitude that is so cold as the father.
However, everything changes immediately after meeting a girl who knows what her name is. From the way he spoke and the courage in helping him at that time made Boy very sure if he was a good and brave girl, a girl who only in an instant made him not wince.
Tok tok tok tok
The sound of knocking on the door instantly resuscitated Boy from his daydream.
"Lake in!"
A boy who was the same age as Boy with a black hat and ears filled with earrings and tattoos that filled both his arms entered and approached the bed.
"How are you doing, boss? I didn't think those brandals would play crackers. Just look, Boss, I'll arrange a revenge plan for you" said Ifan, Boy's right-hand man at Black Wings.
"No need to rush. Just put our members there as spies to monitor what they will do to me later, if they will attack me again, then we will attack them first."
"Good, Boss."
"Ifan, I want to ask you for help."
"What is that, Boss?"
"Find me information about the owner of the house in the Royal Flower housing, number ...."
Ifan frowned as Boy stopped his words to think. "What number, Boss?"
"I don't know what number, all I know is that the house is green and gray, the fifth house from the gate, behind the house is a narrow street and flowers."
Ifan nodded in understanding of the instructions explained by Boy. "Good, Boss. I see, then I'll take care of it."
Boy looked at Ifan's departure and smiled. "I'm sorry I had to do this, I was curious about you."
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