2. Dirandra Angelina

"Deal with me, then your life will be over." (Dira)

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The girl walked with a female teacher who was known to be her homeroom teacher in class XI Natural science 2. She walked with her chin raised arrogantly and glared at the boys who saw her with lewd eyes, making the boys run away.

The teacher, known as Mrs. Cinta, in her 30s, stopped in front of the closed classroom. The girl's steps stopped for a moment as she lifted her head to stare at a small hanging board that read XI Natural Science 2.

The girl caught her breath. She was so nervous, her heart was beating so fast it almost exploded. A beautiful face decorated with thick eyelashes with round eyes and pink lips looks stiff because the owner feels tense.

Mrs. Cinta entered the class first, leaving the girl outside. The class that had been noisy suddenly fell silent when the homeroom teacher entered the tutored class.

"Assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, ma'am," they answered in unison.

"You have a new student, you know," said Mrs. Cinta, making the whole class excited out of curiosity, including the five boys sitting at the back corner table.

"Who, ma'am? A girl or a boy? If a girl wants me to crush, Ma'am." Dimas said with a grin when all his friends cheered him on.

"Shut up! Girl, come on, please come in."

The class became quiet again, everyone was curious who would be their classmate. Several pairs of eyes bulged when they saw the girl who this morning made the whole school excited was in front of them.

"Huh, that's the girl involved in the incident with Azka, right?" whispered one of the girls sitting in the front.

"Yeah, that's me, problem?" It was the girl who answered the whisper of the girl sitting in front of her. The girl flinched and looked down in fear when she saw the sharp gaze shown by the girl.

"Eh, Bro, that's the girl who slapped you earlier," whispered Rafka while patting Azka's shoulder who was looking the other way. Hearing that, Azka spontaneously looked forward and sure enough the girl was there.

"Come on, introduce yourself."

The girl looked around her classroom and her gaze stopped on Azka's eagle eyes. The girl smiled sarcastically, remembering Azka had kissed her cheek.

"Hi, my name is Dirandra Angelina, you all know who I am, right?"

Dira, the girl raised and lowered her eyebrows while smiling with satisfaction seeing the beautiful face of her classmate. Including Mrs. Cinta who is currently smiling stiffly at Dira.

Dirandra Angelina, a name that is so familiar because that name is always mentioned everywhere, even the media are still trying to dig up information about the owner of that name. Dira is the daughter of the Black Angel Mafia Leader who is engaged in the business world by offering bodyguard services. The fees demanded are in the tens to hundreds of millions. The bodyguard services at Black Angel never disappoint, and they work to guard state officials.

Everyone knew the name, but never saw her because she was hidden by the Angel Family. However, who would have thought that now the girl was in front of them with a haughty and sharp gaze that made the whole class shudder in horror.

"If you already know, I'll warn you. Don't mess with me, okay. I can't guarantee that you will get away easily," said Dira with great emphasis, which made the whole class gulp nervously.

"N-now you can sit with Fara." Mrs. Cinta pointed at a girl with glasses who was reading a book before now looking at her in disbelief and fear.

Dira walked casually towards the table indicated by Mrs. Cinta. Dira smiled, amused to see one of her table friends who seemed frightened.

What is her table mate afraid of? Even though Dira only gave them a warning because usually if there were new students, they would be attacked with various kinds of questions. However, Dira couldn't possibly answer that because she almost never socialized in a normal way.

By the way, Nick and Edward seem to be still in the Principal's Office to process Dira's transfer documents at Dove High School. Well, having subordinates, we should have ordered them. Think of this as punishment from Dira because they will be her bodyguards from now on.

"Hi! My name is Dira. Who are you?" Dira stretched out her hand and Fara stiffly replied.

"H-hi, my name is Fara Adinata," replied Fara afraid.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, okay? I won't bite you if you don't bite me first. He he he." Fara nodded stiffly, then returned her focus to her reading book.

"You like reading books, Fa?" asked Dira while observing Fara from the side, which made Fara nervous.

Long hair in a ponytail with round glasses and hands holding thick books, many may mistake Fara as a geeky child. But, well, outward appearance does not describe a person's nature. Because according to Dira's analysis, Fara is the type of woman who doesn't talk much. However, once spoken will make an impression on everyone.

"Y-yes."

Fara took her eyes off the book she was reading and smiled a little at Dira.

"If I didn't have to read the book, I'd have been given a brain, which is quite a genius. But I'm not arrogant, Fa, heh…" Dira was giddy, which made Fara chuckle a little. It turned out that her assumption about the scary Dira wasn't entirely true because right now, he was trying to talk to her.

"What do you like, Dir?" asked Fara trying to make friends with Dira through small talk.

"There's a lot that I like… Anything …" Dira tapped her index finger on her chin like she was thinking.

"You've been thinking about it for a long time. You said you were a genius, you can't just answer it like this," Fara sneered, which made Dira chuckle amused at Fara's pouting.

See, right? Once Fara spoke, leaving a deep impression without being filtered, well, painful impressions were also included.

Dira did not mind Fara's personality, which once spoke would stab, not because of the intention to offend Dira. Maybe because Fara was being too honest, or because she didn't understand what the offending words meant.

"He he… I like playing shooting with a gun, horse racing, archery, and stabbing with a knife." When she said that, Dira's heart ached because it was actually her daily activities at home. That's why she made it a hobby.

Dira's answer made Fara stop breathing for a moment because she was in shock with bulging eyes. Dira laughed crisply in the silence of the class, which was currently empty. Everyone looked scared at Dira who was still laughing. Guess if everyone heard her confession? Dira was absolutely sure that when she said her favorite thing, the class was quiet, so everyone must have heard it, including the five boys who were staring at her in horror.

"Az, it's better if you don't have to deal with her. You can be a little bit in her hands," whispered Dimas, looking worriedly at Azka, whose brows were furrowed.

"Who is she really we should be afraid of?"

Dimas looked at him in horror while shaking his head.

It's understandable because Azka very rarely opens his cellphone, let alone plays social media. That's what made him not know about Dira.

Without Azka knowing it, many idolize him because Dimas idly made Instagram on Azka's behalf and uploaded photos of Azka when he played basketball. The fake account that Dimas created turned out to be a flood of followers. Of course, Dimas did not tell Azka about the fake account. Azka might get angry because Dimas is the cause of many women who always try to approach him.