Yuka (Second Life for Revenge)
CHAPTER 07. Redeem mistakes
Time passed so quickly, today was exactly 7 days Yuka stayed together with Valdes and studied with the female teacher. Yuka grew tired of all the lessons that the female teacher taught her. Because Yuka had already read and memorized all the contents in the book Chapter. Yuka grew sleepy upon hearing the explanation from the female teacher.
Yuka propped up her chin, “Free I came back to life, but did not know how to return and get revenge,” Yuka kept her face on a small desk studying with both hands folded on the table, “What should I do?”
“What you do is learn!” connect the female teacher squatting on the left side of Yuka.
“Ah!” Yuka spontaneously sat up straight, right hand stroking her chest, “Guru Mother's voice made me want to die.”
“Really? Then quickly repeat what I just said before the real young lady, die!”
Serious gaze leads to the female teacher, “Listen to what I want to say. In the discussion of thematic material this time we will discuss about western music from history, and its understanding.
Music is a science or art that composes tones or sounds with sequences. Combination and temporal relations to produce a composition that has unity and continuity. Each music has different genres including Western music, Kids.
Western music is often used as a communication medium to influence and color various music in other countries.
History of Western Music
Western music is called Western music in English. This music is a popular type of music in the world.
Western music was the first music to develop in the region, except India.
Western music first appeared in the United Kingdom, the United States, Latin America, Canada and others. Start....”.
“STOP!” said the female teacher stopped Yuka's words from continuing to run like an express train. Lady teacher smiled sweetly, right hand caressed the top of the head decorated with flower ribbons, “Mother did not expect that young lady was this smart.”
Yuka brushed off the hands of Mother Teacher, “You can ruin my expensive ribbon,” Yuka stood up, lazy gaze leads on the female teacher, “I'm getting tired of studying with you. Since I'm smart, maybe I don't need to study anymore!” Yuka turned around, face turned to the left side with a sharp gaze, “You should just go home. And stop teaching me, because I'm smart,” Yuka took both her legs out leaving the female teacher.
“Young noona!” call the female teacher to look at Yuka's departure.
Yuka is very smart. Not just having powerful strength and expert in killing in different years and worlds. Yuka also has a watered-down brain and high absorbency data in any case.
Seeing that Yuka did not want to be disturbed, one of the men who had always been watching as Yuka studied now walked over to the female teacher, right hand leading to the main door, “Since the young lady does not want to be disturbed, she said, then you better go home. We”
“Good,” sahut obedient female teacher, female teacher tidy up her books. After her belongings were brought, the female teacher slowly stepped away while glancing with a sad gaze at Yuka who was sitting on one of the steps.
Some of the passing servants were anxious to see Yuka sitting pensively on one of the steps. Simultaneously the servants approached Yuka, and stood under the stairs.
“Young noona!” call the first waiter.
“What young lady is sick?” ask the second waiter.
“Did the young lady feel bored?”
The first, second and third servants face each other, head nods, then looks at Yuka who from earlier did not respond to their questions. With lips smiling sweetly, hands hugging each other, bodies slightly puffing forward, the servants simultaneously said, “Young Miss! main, yuk!”
“Main alone,” Yuka stands, go up the stairs are quite a lot.
“Eh” the waiters stare at each other confusedly. The three servants were confused to persuade with the question especially to Yuka, they could only see Yuka's departure which was now very far away running fast.
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💫💫On the other side💫💫
It looks Valdes is holding an important meeting, on the left side there is Bobby who is standing upright, two eyes Bobby occasionally glances at Valdes' hands stored under the table while holding the tab. A tab connected to CCTV was in Valdes' house.
‘Wire, Mr. Valdes's face changed. Surely he will be angry after seeing the young lady walking with a face that looks upset. What's with young lady, not as usual.’ Bobby's mind as both eyes glanced at the CCTV footage connected to Valdes' tab.
Brak!
The index finger of Valdes' left hand leads to one of the employees who is presenting the material, “The concept you read is the old type, I want the tractor has 5 wheels. And I also want to add a machine in it. I also want Above the Line (ATL) and Below the Line (BTL) to be one!” Valdes stood up, “I leave this meeting to Bobby,” Valdes said upset, both feet stepping away from the meeting room.
##Slight information about ATL and BTL
Above the Line (ATL) is a marketing activity where the intended audience is not specific so it has a wide range. Below the Line (BTL) is a marketing activity in which the audience is targeted specifically at a particular consumer group.
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“Excellent! Since there was young lady, Mr. Valdes' mind was very, very messed up,” muttered Bobby staring at Valdes departure.
Bobby could only wave his right hand as he said, “Silence, calm down everyone. Please understand our young president is not always acting strange. For a while we just end the meeting today,” said Bobby who was confused to say and do what else.
After disbanding all the employees, Bobby continues to walk quickly looking for Valdes who is not in the office, and every special room belongs to Valdes. A breathless Bobby halted his footsteps, right hand picked up a flat object from inside his suit pocket, and punched Valdes' number, but got no answer at all.
“Do not-don't Mr. Valdes is already in the car!” bobby said seriously, his legs ran back to Valdes' car parked in front of the office. Bobby's footsteps stopped on the office terrace when he saw Valdes standing leaning on the body of the car.
“Why are you so long, I want to go home quickly,” Valdes said.
“Mr Valdes has already made my heart almost loose,” both feet Bobby walked lazily down the stairs. Bobby stopped his footsteps in front of Valdes, a gloomy look towards Valdes' cold face, “Where are you going?”
“Ke home.”
“To home!” say Bobby spirit, right hand directly open the rear passenger car door, “What sir Valdes seriously want to go home?” bobby asked, putting a little bit of his head in the door of the car that was closed slightly.
“Iya. All this time I was confused by the words of the servants, and the little girl. But this time I should not be confused anymore, because I am not a philist. You quickly enter, I want to make up for the time I wasted.”
Bobby got in, started the engine and drove it fast toward Valdes' house.
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💫💫In the dining room💫💫
Valdes and Yuka are having dinner. In the midst of a lively and delicious meal, there is one thing that continues to disturb both the eyes and mind of Valdes. It was Yuka, a sour face that kept looking Valdes became unappetizing. Valdes is increasingly confused about what else to do to relieve the boredom and sullen face that Yuka continues to show.
Valdes stands up, “Bobby, come with me to the room for a while,” Valdes glances at Yuka from the tail end of her eyes, “And you Yuka, wait for me in the room.”
‘And you Yuka! Wait for me in the room. Hate, hate, hate. Didn't he see the look on my face that was getting tired of living side by side with him. Study, at home, study, sleep, eat, sleep again. It's boring!' yuka grumbled in the heart. His eyes kept staring intently at the backs of Valdes and Bobby who had already moved away from his sight.
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✨✨In workspace Valdes✨✨
Valdes stood his back to Bobby, Valdes' right hand massaging his tense forehead, “Have you got it?”
“Already. From four days ago I have got a suitable destination for Mr. Valdes,” Bobby turned on his tab screen, “This is what I said,” said Bobby showed a picture of SMP like in the city of Jogja.
“Why didn't you say from yesterday. If you're quick to tell me, maybe I don't constantly see the sour look on the boy!”
“But yesterday I already...”.
“STOP!” sela Valdes shut Bobby's mouth. Valdes glanced sharply, “Don't comment anything. I want to sleep, and you please rest,” Valdes said, ending the conversation. Valdes steps away leaving Bobby still in the study.
“Truly toxic!” bobby muttered looking at Valdes' departure.
Valdes stepped both feet into the elevator. In the elevator, Valdes constantly let out long sighs, calming his once-chaotic mind.
Ting!
Elevator door opens.
Start out from inside the elevator until walking in the corridor connected to Yuka's room. Valdes' vegetables heard a whining. Valdes sped up his footsteps, the whimper getting clearer as he approached Yuka's room. Valdes was worried that something bad would happen to Yuka, quickened her footsteps, and stopped in front of the slightly open door. Unable to see clearly into Yuka's room, Valdes turned on the room lights. Yuka's body is clearly visible in a thick blanket, and a whining sound is now clearly heard in both ears of Valdes.
“Hiks! Hicks! I hate it so much, I hate my life!” yuka's whine is a little desperate for not being able to get the Information to go back to 1968, under a thick and soft blanket.
Slowly Valdes put on the blanket covering her face, Valdes's perfectly rounded gaze seeing a flushed face and tears drenching Yuka's cheeks. ‘The face of this girl is very cute. Want it to feel like I devoured it,’ Valdes murmured inwardly. Thin pajamas bore some old scars that Valdes did not know and made his heart even more sliced. Valdes wanted to ask why the wound could Yuka get, but Valdes did not undo his intention to ask. Valdes sits on the edge of the bed, right hand gently wiping tears on Yuka's cheeks, “Stop crying, because your tears are so precious.”
Yuka tilted her body, “I don't want to hear your concern for me.”
“I'm sorry. Starting today I promise to take the time to take you out.”
“If you lie, then you will not get your dream woman!”
“As long as you are by my side, I don't care about any woman.”
...Seriate...