Chapter 3

With lazy steps, he walked in the direction of the motorbike parking lot. Kevin reached into the bag and looked for his motorcycle keys. However, a voice turned his attention. Slowly, he moved towards the supply of the voice making positive his listening to used to be now not wrong.

The younger man's steps stopped when he noticed a woman on the shoulder of the street close to the college gate – wearing a gray white uniform and her hair was tied up and squatting in a wet and dirty country through the mud while stroking the cat with the hem of the shirt she was once wearing. Looks like he simply bought off to the water channel.

The corners of his lips lifted into a crescent moon, he walked over to the girl and then opened the jacket he was once wearing.

He gave his jacket to the female and then said, "Wear it."

The girl spontaneously looked up and felt confused.

"Wear it, earlier than what's beneath your shirt appears clearer." Kevin looked away in any other path so the female wouldn't be embarrassed. The woman right now looked down at her shirt and right now obtained a supporting jacket from Kevin then put the kitten he saved, then put it on.

"Thank you. In two days I will return it," said the female while choosing up the wet kitten again, then stood up.

"No problem. Have you worn it?" Kevin asked.

"Yes."

Kevin appeared back at the woman and requested again, "Why aren't you domestic yet? Want to be together?"

"No. Thank you. The on line bike taxi I ordered was heading here."

"Alright. I'll wait for it till you're totally gone."

"No need," he refused.

"It's okay. What's your name?" Kevin asked.

Unfortunately, before Rara should answer, a motorcycle stopped in front of them.

"Ehm, once more thank you very much. Bye," she stated goodbye then nodded.

"See you." Kevin could only be startled to see the bike the lady was once using away from his vision.

"Who is he? And what sort of feeling is this? Do I have heart disease? Why is the beat so challenging on the grounds that earlier? So weird." His thought whilst preserving his chest.

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The bustle of the city on a sunny Monday began to be felt. Various vehicles have been considered thronging the streets. The noise from the horn and exhaust used to be deafening. Street companies were shouting and promoting their wares. The queue of shoppers of rooster porridge placed proper on the roadside introduced to the visitors jam.

The occasional sighs and curses from street users brighten up the ecosystem this morning. From a distance, a woman wearing a white and gray uniform acquired out of a car. She walked in the direction of the aspect of the road, then approached one of the middle-aged girls in shabby garments who was sitting on cardboard. The woman was screaming offering her betta fish whilst maintaining a toddler.

The lady held a e book in her left hand and with concern her proper hand reached into one of the pockets on the skirt. Next, she took out some crimson banknotes and gave them to the woman. After that, she nodded her head and walked away in the direction of the white Toyota Alphard which was no longer a ways from her.

Without realizing it, a younger man in a white and gray uniform with the same college was once now staring at her every cross from in the back of the guidance wheel besides lacking a beat. The corners of his lips curved like a crescent moon. The young man's hand held his chest to keep back the erratic beating of his heart on account that earlier.

For some reason, there is a speck of a foreign feeling that creeps into the coronary heart to disturb the conscience. An notion got here to mind. He decided to get out of the vehicle to just get acquainted but, unfortunately, he right away abandoned it because he saw that the girl had already entered her car.

The entrance bell rang, making all the JBS team junior and senior excessive college students scatter and walk into their respective classes. A lady with a beautiful face in many instances called Rara was considered walking a little walking from the route of the library while carrying several novels in her hands.

The female is a bookworm who loves to read. At every opportunity, she always took the time to study thick sheets of paper containing quite a number fictional stories. Not infrequently, this makes him late to devour which reasons the woman to have an ulcer.

Looks like she honestly can't remain away from that issue known as a book. Wherever she is, there ought to be a book. Known to be a tomboy, smart, diligent, and kind however unfortunately, her attitude is bloodless and once in a while fierce. Once upon a time, there used to be a pupil in her category who was once hit with the aid of an eraser simply because it was once noisy in class. Many called her a category thug.

Arriving at class, she dropped his buttocks on the outsized chair in the returned row with his first-class friend. It seems that Peony Saraswati, typically referred to as Puni, is Rara's chair, also sitting in a chair whilst posing in the front of her flat object.

"Ra, where are you from?" requested Puni barring avoiding her gaze.

"Usually from the library," Rara answered nonchalantly besides searching returned and went back to her analyzing e book which had not been finished because of the classification name or the ringing of the bell.

"Wow! Bookworms are like that, don't seem to be they? In the morning, afternoon, evening, and night, their only job is to read books. Even when they stroll and sit, they see books. It seems like the book is getting boring because you're the only one analyzing it each day. hihihi." Puni stated then laughed softly whilst masking his mouth with 5 fingers.

"Hmm." Briefly Rara barring turning her eyes and nonetheless searching at the novel she had simply borrowed from the library earlier. Puni shook her head at the conduct of her nerdy seatmate.

After a few minutes, a baritone sound and footsteps have been coming from the door alongside with the one-of-a-kind sound of shiny leather-based shoes.

"Morning, children!" Greet a middle-aged man in a white uniform to the twenty college students with his trademark smile.

The man is the homeroom teacher as well as a Saints instructor named Mr. Bubud Arti as properly as a killer teacher at this school. Her look made the recreation cease for a moment. It made the classification sense silent besides any sound. Rara, who had been glued to her novel for a long time, was started up when Puni nudged her elbow and then gave a code with her eyes to the blackboard, reminding her that the teacher had entered the classroom.

"Good morning, Sir!" All college students had been greeted in unison while standing and then sitting lower back after Mr. Bubud nodded his head.

Deftly, Rara folded the sheet she used to be still studying to mark it so she wouldn't miss it and then put it in the desk drawer.

"Okay children, now turn to web page twenty-five of chapter two and then summarize and study due to the fact the following day I will have an exam." Mr. Bubud gave assignments with super emphasis whilst checking student attendance at the teacher's desk. His eyes scanned each and every checklist on the table from time to time correcting the glasses that had fallen down his nose.

"Oh no ... Examination again," complained Bambang in a pitiful tone, exhaling roughly.

"Why Bambang? Want a take a look at now?" requested Mr. Bubud, lifting his head. His eyebrows were barely raised in the back of his glasses as he stared blankly at Bambang.

"Yeah. No, Sir, no. We have not studied yet," said Bambang with a quirk of a square, displaying a row of white teeth.

"That's right, sir. We're no longer prepared for the check yet." Another protester rejects the impromptu repetition like spherical tofu.

The environment turned into a boisterous one when all the type did not desire to lose in voicing their opinions without for one human being with an wise and fierce brain, Rara. He's simply been looking at all this time. However, reluctant to comment like the others. For him, contemporary or tomorrow's test is the same.

"It's ... done, quit and start writing summaries if you don't want my take a look at to advance!" Said the middle-aged man with an octave excessive adequate to make the complete classification go silent. "I have a assembly with the pupil council, so for today, it's enough to summarize the material in my lessons. Thank you. I'll give up it, see you tomorrow. Oh yes Rara, please come with me ... !" The man stated firmly and then walked out of the study room ignoring the students' classic excuses.

"Yes, sir," they answered in unison, their eyes sparkling with joy hearing what Mr. Bubud had simply said.

Rara just nodded her head then right away rushed to take a observe in her bag and then followed Mr. Bubud from behind. She walked half a run due to the fact her quick steps have been difficult to maintain up with Mr. Bubud.

Arriving at the hall, various students who Rara believed had been class representatives from junior and senior excessive faculty in uniform seemed to be current and had occupied almost all of the chairs that led to the blackboard in the nook of the room.

Rara seemed down to greet and then right away looked for an empty seat. Her eyes scanned every corner of the room and located an empty chair proper next to a tall, handsome male pupil with honest skin. The face with a association dimpled jaw was staring at him. Rara not noted the view and chose to sit down down after shifting the timber chair in front of her precisely one meter from the man.