12.

Skala sat restlessly in front of her terrace, the girl's mind drifted to a figure that made her always curious. Two days being a part of Deandles did feel normal, nothing special. The only thing that bothered him was Binar's calm demeanor.

From the start, the man had warned Skala about his dislike for her. But so far, the man had never shown any exaggerated movements, only minor annoyances and also… his gaze that gave Skala the chills.

Sava had told me a lot about Binar, how naughty that man was. Often makes trouble, skips school, breaks rules such as breathing, he also often participates in brawls. One other fact that the school that Deandles often fights against is the School of Rome. The school that was once the place to study.

"Is it because I'm from Rome school, huh, that's why the kids are talking about me?" muttered Skala slowly.

The roar of a car that stopped in front of Skala's house interrupted the girl's thoughts about Binar's figure. But the person who had just stepped out of the red sports car was actually the person that Skala was thinking about. Skala snorted in embarrassment, looking reluctant as she approached the figure of Binar who was standing in front of the gate of her house.

"Hi, Skala," said Binar showing a big smile.

"Do you know where my house is from?" asked Skala fiercely.

"Mrs. Sonya is my best friend," said Binar, smiling with satisfaction. The man managed to deceive Mrs. Sonya as BP supervisor, telling a few lies until the woman in her late 30s told Binar the address of Skala.

"So what do you want to do to my house?" asked Skala still coldly. He had no intention of letting Binar enter his house at all.

"Well, on this sunny Sunday, why are you so cold towards me?"

"Come on, don't be shy. What do you want?"

"You want to play."

"Play? Eh, Binar. We don't have a relationship that requires you to play at my house. You're really close, you know!"

"Precisely because we are not close, that's why I want to play at your house. So that we can become closer."

"I have no interest in being friends with..."

Skala's sentence stopped when a large motorcycle stopped right next to Binar's sports car. The man riding the motorbike took off the helmet that covered his entire face, then got off the motorbike and approached Skala and Binar. Skala could see the cynical glances from the man who had just arrived and also the disapproving snort from Binar's lips.

"Hi, La," said Dastan smiling faintly at Skala.

"Eh, hi... Dastan," said Skala.