
A young man is seen preparing in front of a mirror in his room. He was fixing his hairstyle that looks a little messy. afterwards he slightly tidied up his school uniform and then did not forget he also sprayed perfume on the wrist and in some other parts, too, until the scent of perfume spread filled his room.
Tok.dok..
"Excuse me, breakfast is ready" said a woman in her 40s from behind the door of the man's room as she knocked on the door.
"hmm, I don't have a laper bik, I'll just go to the cafeteria." replied the man coldly while remaining focused on his activities regardless of the call of the woman.
"Alright den, then I'm sorry first," said the woman resigned.
minute later...
"Ah, why the hell use there are all UTS-UTS events, so you have to go to school right, really lazy, especially later to meet with the alay boy again, surely they will be on my question what that is.***huh know lah**** ." grumbled the man while combing in front of the mirror.
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by driving his white Lamborghini, the man was heading to his school after all the time he did not go to the school, and just doing home schooling.with a lazy taste, he was lazy, he still mengacukan his car to go to school, although later he knows there will be a lot of girls who will caper against him, but only cold attitude, but only cold attitude, and also the indifference he showed, and never again was there a smile on his lips after the events of 10 years ago, which has managed to take away happiness, and also his dreams.
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when he arrived at the school, he immediately parked the luxury car in the parking lot that was available, and after he got out of his car, he got out of his car, then set foot for the first time after a long time he did not go to the school, and the sight and whispers began to be seen as he began to walk in the corridor area of the school, however, he did not care about it, and still walked to his class, although he forgot a little because he had not been to the school for a long time while still walking, he continued to walk, and also remember where the class was, he glanced at the watch in his hand, and lucky he because at that time the class would still start in 15 minutes, but until now he still has not found his class, and when he wants to ask children passing by, the sense of prestige is much stronger than the curiosity.
"Ah, Class 11 IPA 3 where the hell, use the event forget me again, huh where I prestige again want to ask a child, how?, ask what is not yes?,, huh?, but if you don't ask, hmm. ask ajalah rather than the cave late in." he said while stepping his feet towards one of the children who was sitting on one of the benches not far from where he stood.
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after he got what he wanted, he began to feel happy, then immediately rushed to his class, according to the instructions given by the child had arrived at the doorstep of his class, and then immediately rushed to his classroom, he paused for a moment, then began to move his legs back into his class, and when the children in the class realized his presence, they immediately stared at him, but there was also one who only caught a glimpse and then focused on his activities again, regardless of the child's gaze towards him, the man immediately rushed towards his stool, then sat his butt on the bench.
"Hi, Kaesang, how are you?, I guess we haven't seen you in a long time?" greet one of the women in the class, along with his two friends who were standing right next to the man's bench.
"Well" he answered briefly, putting his bag beside the bottom of his stool, and at a glance he stared at the girls, the cold, and indifferent gaze he showed them. then without serving the girls who were standing while smiling at him, Kaesang actually took his book and pen from his bag, then put it on the table, and still ignore them, without even bothering about it at all.
"Hmm, yaudah, we go back to our bench, and Kaesang" said one of the three girls while smiling again at him, and again it was just the cold gaze that men showed them.
a few minutes later...
luk.tuk..
a moment later, a beautiful and elegant woman entered the classroom, who apparently was the teacher who would teach in the classroom where Kaesang was now. Then the teacher immediately put his bag on the table, then sit his butt in the back seat of the table and then while staring at the whole class, the teacher immediately commented a sweet smile on his red lips.
"For the children." said the teacher's mother was friendly.
"For Ma'am." they answered compactly.
"Balqis ma'am, she had a fever today, her mother had sent me a letter" replied one of the students in the class, as she moved from her seat, and walked to the front of the class, to hand over the permission of his friend to the teacher's mother.
"Oh, well then, may he get well soon, and go back to school soon, hmm thank you, you may come back."
"Okay ma'am." replied the student, as he moved back to his stool again.
a few moments later...
"Both the child, before the mother shares the answer sheet, the mother is absent first yes, and who feels her name is called please raise your hand" said the teacher again, while turning over a red map on the table, and focus on it.
"Aditya Pratama,"
"Hadir Ma'am." replied one of the students whose name was called, raising his right hand.
"Princess kanaya,"
"Mother's present."
"Aiden Lee,"
"There's Mom."
"..."
"..................."
"Kaesang Abi Permana," called the teacher's mother to Kaesang, but he was busy daydreaming, playing a pen in his hand.
"Kaesang.." called the teacher's mother again, but Kaesang still did not reply, until all eyes were fixed on her.
"Whose name is Kaesang?"
when it had been a few times did not reply, finally the child who was next to his stool was brought closer to Kaesang, then hit his shoulder slowly, to make the man soar in shock, and immediately woke up from his daydream.
"Lu was called tuh," the boy said to Kaesang as he glanced at him.
"Hadir Bu." said Kaesang brickly, while looking ahead, he could see the face of the teacher's mother, who was currently smiling while a head-dagger girly looked at him.
Seriate.