My Angel Baby's
Not Just Moving Schools!

Three days later, the afternoon after school Sam was completely taken aback by the punishment Lia had given him.

By the time he entered his room, there were already a few neatly lined suitcases beside his bed.

"Whose suitcase is this? Why is it in my room?" ask Sam himself.

On a whim, he opened one of the suitcases and made his eyes wide after knowing the contents inside.

Soon she threw away her bag recklessly and ran out of her room to look for her mother.

"Ma, mama. Mama where the hell is it?" sam's screams rang out to all corners of the house.

His shout not only made his mother who was disturbed, even his grandparents came out of the room to make sure the state of his grandchildren.

"What are you yelling at, Sam?" abraham asked with a voice trembling slightly with age and in the healing period after illness.

"Grandfather knows where mama is?" ask Sam.

"You know, in the back garden with the plants" replied Abraham.

Without many words, immediately Sam ran to the backyard and found his mother was engrossed in watering plants while humming.

"Ma, why is my shirt in the suitcase?" Sam who came suddenly and immediately asked with a loud volume made Viviane aghast.

"Mommy's shocked, Sam. Why the hell?" muffled Viviane as she rubbed her rumbling chest.

"Why is Sam's shirt in the suitcase?" reset Sam.

"Oh, it's because you have to serve the punishment" Viviane replied lightly.

"meaning? What is the punishment, ma?" ask Sam with a face.

"You'll be evacuated for a while at Lisa's mom's house, um you'll live with Gita's aunt and change schools" replied Lia who had been standing between Sam and her mother.

"Aren't you going to throw me away?" ask Sam with a pias face.

"Of course not, Sam. Because all your needs are still met. But the difference is, later you will live with Aunt Gita. And you don't worry because we're giving you a special new motorbike that you've sent to your new home address" Lia said with a smile, it was as if he was giving a very good surprise to his sister.

"You're so mean, why would you throw away this one handsome boy, ma?" whining Sam while shaking his mother's shoulder.

"Stop Sam. Mama's dizzy" Viviane said.

"Bad mama, bad sister Lia, bad papa. No one loves me" Sam said as if crying.

"Calm Sam. You'll meet a lot of new friends at your new school later. And most importantly, you can no longer write your name to cover up your mistakes because you don't have a hand in that school" lia said that he knew that Sam always used the name of his father to reduce the punishment in his school because Alexander's family was a regular donor and was included in the top three most donors in Sam's school.

"Ish, where am I at school?" ask Sam.

"Look at it later" Lia replied while turning back, and left Sam who was still whining spoiled at his mother.

"Here is Sam, you are a boy. Don't be spoiled and whiny. Just so you know that the lives of your mother and sister suffered more than you did" Viviane said, advising Sam, the remark faintly sounded in Lia's ear and made her slightly full of excitement given her past which indeed suffered quite a bit compared to Sam now.

So, it was only natural that Lia and her parents also wanted Sam to be a tough guy. Not just a man who is soft and just rely on the treasures of his parents without wanting to know how difficult to maintain to exist an Alexander dynasty in the midst of competition with other companies.

After passing the drama is quite tough, in fact it does not make Sam have to suspend his sentence.

With a grunt, this morning with Gita delivered, Sam set foot in a new school that he never thought he had been in all this time.

"Smile Sam! Welcome your new day happily, you will definitely get a lot of happiness" said Gita with a laugh at the sullen face of Sam who like a child is not given candy.

"Tante Gita is very happy as it seems. Aunt happy again, huh?" tease Sam.

"Oh of course. Because for the next two years aunty will live with a handsome boy like you" Gita replied not to lose.

"Cg! Too bad" murmured Sam.

"Just give it up to you, Sam. Behave well and you'll either end your punishment soon or we'll stay together forever" Gita said.

Sam shuddered in horror, Gita was very chatty. Can deafen his ears if every day hear the babble from him.

"Good morning, ma'am. This is Samuel my niece who is going to be a new student at this school" Gita says introducing Sam after they entered the teacher's office, coincidentally this year her principal is a girl.

"Yes, Gita, I understand. And thank you for the Gita's still willing to entrust us" the principal said.

"Of course mom. Gita believes Sam will be at home in school here" said Gita.

"Then I say yes ma'am. Please let me know if Sam does anything that violates the school rules, skips or if Sam does anything, ma'am" Gita said.

"Of course I want Gita" said the principal, extending his hand to accept the Gita's hand.

"Dragon's your behavior here, Sam. Remember you're just an ordinary student" Gita warned the wayward Sam.

After Gita's departure, the principal immediately invites Sam to his class. Along the way, Sam was a little amazed because of the many classes and students at this school.

If in his old school, one class maximum is only filled by twenty students, in this school can be filled up to forty students in one class.

"Come Sam, your class is here" said the principal, knocking on a closed door.

Sam looked up and read the name of the class that was plastered on the door. Grade XII-IPA-2.

"Good morning, ma'am. There's a new student in the mother's class" the principal said, telling Sam to enter the class.

Suddenly the whole class became excited after hearing the presence of new students. And after finding out Sam's handsome face slowly entering his classroom, the majority of the students in the class fell silent and gawked at the handsome face they had just seen this time.

"Well, where's the prince from?" chirp one of the students with a view that can not be separated from the face of Sam.

"The handsome is Kim Seokjin" said another student.

"Maybe he's an undercover artist" another commented.

"I'm sorry ma'am" said the principal and handed over full authority over Sam to the teacher.

"Please, ma'am" replied the class teacher.

"Good morning, son. I am a Biology teacher and homeroom teacher here, just call me Mrs Sulis" said the teacher.

"Morning, ma'am" replied sam briefly while nodding his head politely.

"Everybody shut up!" shouted Sulis ma'am when class conditions were too rowdy.

"In class we have a new friend. Please introduce yourself" orders Mrs Sulis.

"Good morning everyone" said Sam, beginning his introduction.

"Morning" said Sam's classmate with a compact.

"Include my name Samuel Darius, you can call me Sam" Sam said.

"For Sam, where's your house?" chirp one of the schoolgirls without being ordered.

"Where is the address of the house? I'm sorry I forgot, tomorrow I know I'll tell you" Sam replied because he had forgotten where Gita's home address was.

"Huuu, very arrogant. Although we know it is impossible to go to the elo house, tong" said one of the students with a distinctive Betawi accent.

"Sorry, I completely forgot to ask my aunt's home address" Sam replied casually.

"Alright, the introduction continued later, yes, now we continue our lessons that were delayed" said Mrs Sulis who certainly got a bad response from her students.

"Sam, please sit there. The empty bench number two from behind is yes" said Sulis who did not care about the objections from the rest of the class.

"Good ma'am. Thank you" said Sam leisurely walking towards his chair.

Along the way, all the students in her class certainly looked in admiration at her. Because only this time they saw a handsome guy Sam who is indeed a handsome face is a combination of clop from both parents and also he always takes care of his skin with special skin care men.

"Hi, I'm Sam" Sam told a friend sitting nearby.

"Aye Mawan" said his friend who had chimed in the words of his friend.

Sam nodded and smiled, then picked up his book and tried to focus on attending today's lesson.

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