It's not what she expected 13! : Wants to Revealed?!

Golden autumn leaves swirled in the school courtyard as the final bell rang, but the air crackled with unspoken schemes. Dewi had promised Farhan a "chat" after classes—though she'd strategically omitted mentioning Putri, who now sat obliviously reshelving books in the library, unaware she'd been drafted into a drama not her own.

As Dewi and Farhan walked side by side toward the gates, their shadows stretching long and uneasy behind them, four pairs of eyes tracked them like snipers.

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Emeka stood rigid by the lockers, her jaw clenched so tight it could've shattered bone. The sight of Dewi—, the girl who'd been crashing on his couch for three fractured months—laughing at something Farhan said? It carved a hole in her chest, raw and festering.

"You okay? You look… sick," Austina murmured, her hand hovering near her arm.

She shrugged her off, venom dripping from her tongue. "Don't waste your worry on me. Save it for your cheating girlfriend."

'she' s not cheating, i'm trust my girl one hundred percent, she just got.... '

Austina recoiled as if slapped. For a heartbeat, regret flickered in Emeka's eyes—then hardened again. She turned and fled, leaving her alone with her rotting jealousy.

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Across the yard, Rian, Sebastian, and Ajeng formed a triad of chaos.

"Wait—is that Dewi and Farhan? Are they… together?" Ajeng gasped, clutching her textbooks to her chest like gossip fodder.

Rian's lip curled. "That parasite? Wouldn't surprise me."

Sebastian pinched his boyfriend's side. "Be nice."

"Ow—since when are you his defender?" Rian snapped, rubbing the sore spot.

Sebastian ignored him, squinting at the retreating figures. "They've been cozy in the cafeteria too. Maybe it's serious. I've been seen him yesterday"

Ajeng's eyes lit up. "O.M.G.—we have to investigate!"

"Or," Rian drawled, voice laced with acid, "you could mind your business and go find your boyfriend. Oh wait—he's probably off tutoring someone else's girlfriend."

Ajeng whirled on him, fury sparking. "At least my boyfriend grades aren't rotting in the gutter like your 30 algebra score!"

"Enough," Sebastian interjected, wedging himself between them. The smell of chalk and teenage rage hung thick. "I'm starving. Let's get ramen before I disown you both."

He herded them toward the neon-lit restaurant down the street, their bickering fading into the crisp afternoon air.

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The library loomed like a cathedral of silence, its ancient oak doors groaning as Farhan and Dewi slipped inside. Sunlight filtered through grime-coated windows, casting fractured gold over rows of untouched tomes—sentinels guarding secrets no one cared to uncover.

"Are you ready?" Dewi whispered, her voice fraying at the edges.

Farhan arched a brow, half-amused. "Why're you acting like we're defusing a bomb? It's just Emeka."

A flinch. Dewi's knuckles whitened around the strap of her bag. "Don't Say her name again. Let's just… go." She marched ahead, heels clicking like a metronome counting down to chaos.

Farhan trailed behind, muttering, "Yeah, yeah—princess."

They found Putri behind the circulation desk, her nose buried in a paperback titled 101 Ways to Annoy People. She glanced up, lips quirking. "Dewi. Farhan. Here to finally return War and Peace? It's only 12 years overdue."

"We need privacy. Close the library," Dewi demanded, ignoring the jab.

Putri tilted her head, eyes glinting. "Against the rules… but rules matter as much as the students here care about Kafka." She slid off the desk, her cardigan sleeves flopping like wilted petals as she flipped the sign on the door: CLOSED. The click of the lock echoed like a tomb sealing.

They settled at a table marred by decades of carved initials and coffee stains. Dewi perched on the edge of her seat, spine rigid, while Farhan sprawled lazily, boots propped on a chair.

Putri leaned forward, elbows on the table, her voice a blend of mischief and intrigue. "Alright, out with it. If you're shutting down my realm of dust and daydreams, this better be juicy."