Not Dilan 1990
01. The twilights

2014, September

I accelerated as soon as I could because I didn't want to be late for my first day at school. Okay, this is Ryan's fault for not checking the car before traveling. And as you can guess, the car that was supposed to drive me broke down before I actually got to school.

It doesn't matter if it's a normal day. But it's my first day at my new school and he says it's great. In the end I decided to run to the principal's office with the school plan I had obtained in the past day.

"You've already sampled, straight to the principal's office. Mama took care of all your needs there. Okay?"

It was my mom who ordered it. This morning, my mother insisted on driving me but I refused on the grounds of wanting to be independent. Reasonable right? I've gone to High School. It's been 17 years.

"After the fork, turn left." I muttered as I occasionally stared at the floor plan in my hand. This school is so big. I became like a dazed person just because I was looking for the principal's office. I almost swore so tired that a woman's voice called out to me. Wonderful, why haven't I seen any students?

"You're Karin, right? The new student?" Greet a middle-aged woman who was the teacher gently. I smiled as well while looking down respectfully.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Just a minute. 5 minutes from the 'Woman"

"Sorry, I'm late."

The woman in the uniform stopped her speech and then turned to stare at the origin of the voice. Then he looked at me again with a smile.

"This is Yeonjung's mom. Your class guardian. You can come with him to show your class. Understood?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am. Thanks though. Sorry ngerepotin." My reply feels bad.

"Already have. Don't be so awkward. Let's go Yeon, please."

Bu Yeon smiled before then leading me towards the classroom. Bu Yeon was a young teacher. The legs are beautiful with a body that includes body goals. Another interesting thing about Bu Yeon is her long black hair and sweet face. If this was in my old school, I'm sure a lot of male students liked it.

"That's the principal here. He was friendly. Good. You like it, don't you?" Bu Yeon asked breaking the silence. I smiled and agreed.

"He had a kid who went to school here too. The handsome guy." Continue Bu Yeon while twisting one eye. I chuckle. From here I am sure that Miss Yeon is a teacher who is easily familiar with students.

"There is a mother."

"Yes. I'm sure, if you squirm the person, surely you immediately like. Oh, yeah, you can call me 'miss'. My face looks so old, is that why you call me mom?"

"Eh, that's not miss." My sewot. Miss Yeon smiled slightly. "Udah, I'm kidding. You were here first. I will come in when I call." Later decrees. I nodded and realized I was in front of a class.

In the next second, my hearing was filled with the sound of Miss Yeon greeting the students in the class, um. I briefly saw, oh, okay, 12 IPA 2. Miss Yeon called my name and told me to come in. I tidied up my das at a glance before then entering the 12th grade IPA 2.

"Well, kid. Today we have new students. Come on, introduce yourself." Miss Yeon's voice. I smiled, then looked at them one by one who looked back at me with a kind of expression. Till...

Deggs...

Until my gaze stopped on the one person sitting at the back table number two. To the man who was also looking at me with a flat face. Okay. I'm sure I saw it wrong. Forgetit.

"Hello, everybody. My name is Kim Karin, commonly called Karin. I moved from Gangnam SHS. Since I'm new here, I hope the cooperation, thank you." I introduced myself. Afterwards, the boy in this class, was engrossed in asking for my status up to my number. Okay, honest. I was very uncomfortable but I tried to keep my image as a new student in front of them by remaining friendly. It's not very funny if I'm fierce.

"Okay, Karin. Because there's an empty chair, you're sitting there." He then pointed to the chair behind a student with tanned hair. This time I got the back seat. Things I really don't like.

Buggle...

A male student without a school vest like any other student, whose desk was in front of the desk that Miss Yeon had pointed to me, suddenly stood up from his seat while slowly hitting the table. But still the sound is loud. Then, without saying a word or even apologizing the boy moved towards my table. I kept quiet with many questions buried tight. Him, familiars.

"Emm, well, you got an empty seat, huh, Karin." Pinta miss Yeon later. I then walked to my desk. One more thing that confused me. Miss Yeon didn't even touch her.

"Well kids, let's continue learning, go to your book page 154!"

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"Oh, Karin!!"

"Yes, elo." Excited again.

It's a break. And I'm heading to the cafeteria, even though I don't intend to eat, but I'm really uncomfortable being in class with new people. It seems uncomfortable but I hope I can adapt.

"Yes?" My answer.

"Lo still wants me, right? Who sits next to your chair."

Okay, I don't really remember her name when she introduced herself in class. But I remember his face. She was the girl sitting to the right of my chair like she said. I just remembered his name. She's Jung Airish, who introduced herself as a Japanese-Korean girl for the reason that I can easily remember.

"Hm, yes. Remember that."

"Ngevantine? With yuk." Bargainly. I nodded in agreement then followed her steps towards one of the food stands.

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POV Author

Lai Guanlin's. But just call Guan to be simple even Linlin if interest. The man scribbled his work on a millimeter piece of ash paper for the umpteenth time while scrambling his hair in annoyance. Then exhale a rough breath. I don't know how many times he failed to focus just because of something that disturbed his mind earlier.

He was quite surprised, seeing that person here. That guy is the same. He could clearly see the shock on his face. One more thing, I don't know what kind of stupid thing he was thinking when he decided to move to the back table earlier. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Kuy novin!" Invite Jihoon to offer but who was invited even fun daydreaming something. Jihoon clucked, "Woi, shucks! Bengong bae lo!" His omelette was stern and Guanlin was shocked. He was just about to see Jihoon in front of him.

"When were you there?" Ask casually.

"Get long before dinosaurs were born, bro." Repulsed. Guanlin laughed simply.

"Laugh it out. Kuy ngantin."

Guanlin, who initially had no intention of leaving the classroom, finally managed to leave with a little coercion by Jihoon. Come on, not Jihoon's name otherwise stubborn. The two familiarly walked in cool style towards the canteen until his eyes collided with the eyes of a female student he most did not want to meet again. Guanlin was wrong. What makes him more upset, his ears will be reddened if they hold the shame.

"Why lo? How rich your ears are that boiled crab." Jihoon's comments noticed Guanlin's change in expression.

"Father." Short reply.

"Yes yesterday?" Jihoon asked without looking at Guanlin. The man with brownish hair looked back where Karin had just passed by with Airish. Guanlin stopped walking until Jihoon did the same. He looked at his best friend with a gawking face.

"Wait, wait. So he's really the...."

Guanlin ruffled her hair roughly seeing Jihoon nod. That means his conjecture for the last few hours was not wrong. The girl's here. In this school. In the same class as her.

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"How can you see the history of the East Asian conflict directly in the book. Oh, one more info. Next week I will hold a replay. Please prepare. Good afternoon!!"

"Please, sir."

The figure of Mr. Hangyul along with the thick book in his hand was lost at the corner to the teacher's office, along with a happy shout due to today's meeting. Who is not happy when teachers and students are allowed to go home? Karin hurried to put all her books in the bag and left.

"Rin, who are you going home with? With yuk." Take Airisih following him. Karin smiled briefly. "My family driver will pick me up."

"Oh, yaudah that's it. I'm first yeah. When do we go to the mall. Okay?" The girl with long hair draped was smiling cheerfully. Karin so happy to see there is a girl who just known this cheerful.

"Okay, seep."

Karin grabs her phone and dials Ryan's number as her family's driver. Twice, three times, even five times. There was still no answer from the person he was going to. Karin was getting upset. How not? He was late this morning because Mr. Ryan was not careful. Now he doesn't know how to get home if Ryan doesn't pick him up because he doesn't know the ins and outs of Seoul.

"Woi, new student! Let's go up."

Tbc")