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This is not my territory, La, but I promise to protect you as best I can_Dastan.

*****

A large motorbike stopped in the front yard of a minimalist house. The motorcyclist took off his helmet without intending to get off. Considering whether he should greet the girl or not.

A middle-aged woman came out of the house, she was about to get into the car when she saw the figure of the motorcyclist. The woman then walked towards the gate, opened it and then approached the motorcyclist.

"Son Dastan!" call the woman friendly.

The man named Dastan got off the motorbike and grabbed the woman's hand and then kissed her. "Morning, Auntie," he greeted with a friendly smile.

"Morning," the woman said back.

"Have you gone to school, Tan?" asked Dastan glancing into the house.

"Yes, it was between Mr. Udin."

Dastan just nodded in agreement. "Ehm, then I'll say goodbye, Tan," he said and kissed the back of the Queen's hand.

"Be careful on the road, son Dastan. Don't speed," the Queen advised when the man named Dastan reached his big motorbike.

"Yes, Tan," said Dastan smiling.

The man then drove his big motorbike to Deandles school. Only limited to seeing the school gate from afar. He didn't want his arrival to bring new problems to Skala.

For a few minutes he was still sitting on his big motorbike, watching Deandlea's school behind his black full face helmet. His sharp eyes scanned the school with a silent mouth.

"This is not my territory, La, but I promise to protect you as best I can," Dastan muttered before taking his motorbike away. The man drove his big motorbike to his own school, Roma High School.

*****

Deandles High School. One of the private schools in Jakarta. Skala does not need to ask anyone to know about this school, everything is already written in a single word on the internet.

Skala crossed the long hallway to her classroom, along with the teacher who served as her homeroom teacher. The girl walked slowly behind the teacher, looking around trying to identify her new school.

A basketball court looks empty without occupants, located in the middle surrounded by classrooms. There are several gardens decorated with flowers around the edge of the field, precisely in front of the neatly lined classes.

Class XI-IPA 4

The scale mentions that one of the classes that was passed, yes, the class was quite noisy even though class had already started. The man with the thick mustache stood in front of the class fiercely.

"Ziko! Go back to your seats!" the man ordered.

The class slowly started to get quiet, Skala could see the class looked down silently.

"This school is deeply saddened by the loss of the pride of this class, you should be ashamed and not act like kindergartners!"

Skala just watched it all in silence. Until finally a light tap landed on his shoulder.

"Why Scale?" asked Mrs. Ambar, her homeroom teacher.

"It's okay, Mom," said Skala nervously.

"Alright, let's go again. Your class is at the end of the hall."

"Yes, ma'am."

*****

Skala entered her new classroom after being asked to enter by Mrs. Ambar, as the homeroom teacher for class XI IPA 1. The girl observed the faces of her new friends. While looking around the room, Skala was grateful that she was not in the same class as the man who had intercepted her in front of the gate this morning.

"Skala, introduce yourself to your new friends," ordered Mrs. Ambar.

"Okay, ma'am," said Skala standing in front of the class. "Introducing everyone, my name is Skala Lembayung Putri. I'm a new transfer student from Roma High School. Nice to meet you, hopefully in the future we can become good friends." Skala ended her introduction with a sincere smile.

Skala saw all her new friends whispering to each other with her seatmate. Their faces looked curious and also... Skala didn't know why, but there was something odd about all of their gazes.

"Okay, Skala, please sit in the back seat," said Mrs. Ambar, pointing to the bench near the window.

"Okay ma'am." Skala walked to the bench indicated by Mrs. Ambar earlier.

Putting her bag beside the chair, Skala sat quietly in her chair. Ready to start his activities at his new school.

"Hi, my name is Sava," said a girl sitting right next to Skala's bench. The girl extended her hand towards Skala, then smiled amicably.

Skala smiled back, then shook the hand outstretched to her. "Scale," he whispered softly because Mrs. Ambar had started the lesson.