Chapter 20: Chapter 20

"Where did you get this picture?" Rian gritted his teeth in annoyance when his friend showed him a photo that showed Inez on Cakra's bike.

Rian's gaze shifted sharply to his friend for an answer.

"I saw it last night, at first I doubted that it was Inez. As far as I know, Inez is a rich person, and you know most rich people like Illfel and don't want to get close to poor people. But after I looked again, it was really Inez. So I immediately opened the camera to show you."

Rian looked away with a hardened jaw, his hands clenched into fists as he held back his emotions. He was upset, he should have been in Cakra's position because Rian had targeted Inez first, and he also showed openly that Inez was his. Cakra had dared to play with him. Rian will not remain silent. There was no more brotherhood between him and Cakra. Now, Cakra is his enemy.

For some reason, Rian felt outmatched by Cakra. But he wouldn't let Cakra get away with it to get Inez. After all, from a material point of view, Cakra is really not possible. Inez would have to bear the shame of dating a boy who had nothing.

Rian then continued his footsteps, but his friend chased him from behind. "Rian, wait for me first! I haven't finished talking to you yet."

Rian stopped his footsteps, then turned his head with narrowed eyes. "What else?"

"I heard there's a raid today, you didn't bring anything, right?"

"Raid?" asked Rian, repeating his friend's words. "Where did you get that info?"

"I overheard the teacher talking earlier, you didn't bring any cigarettes today, right? It's bad if you get caught, you better throw it away or put it somewhere if you did bring it."

Rian suddenly had an idea flash through his head. He smiled wryly, then looked at his friend. "Your info is really useful for me, thanks."

"Yes, dude, just calm down with me."

"And I have something you should do," Rian said while putting on a mysterious look, making his friend suddenly curious.

"What?"

Smiling sarcastically for the second time, Rian brought his mouth closer to his friend's ear and whispered something there.

When he was done, the boy in the jean jacket looked back. "How? Can you do it?"

"What do I get if I do what you want?"

"Whatever you want, I'll do it all. Deal?" Rian extended his hand to his friend, which was quickly accepted. For a few seconds, they shook hands.

"I'll make sure what you want will be fulfilled."

"Okay, I take you at your word." Rian smiled briefly, then left with his hands in his pants pockets.

As he was about to climb the stairs to his class, Rian bumped into Cakra. They looked at each other for a moment with cold stares, then refocused on their steps.

Rian stopped his steps, then turned his face back, towards Cakra's back, who was starting to move away.

Still holding his position, Rian suddenly exclaimed, "Wait!"

Sensing that Rian was talking to him, the movement of Cakra's feet immediately stopped. There were no other students here anyway, so Rian was indeed talking to himself.

Cakra sighed, then looked back completely. He was silent as he stared and waited for Rian to say something.

Rian stepped closer to Cakra, then stopped right in front of the boy. Their heights were almost the same, making them look at each other with a sardonic gaze.

"There's something I need to talk to you about right now," Rian said piercingly, complemented by his super sharp gaze.

Cakra exhaled heavily. "I don't have time to talk about things that aren't important at all," he said straight-forwardly, making Rian growl in annoyance.

Turning his body around, he intended to continue walking, but his movement was interrupted when Rian held his wrist. Cakra looked down, watching Rian's fingers in his hand.

"Stay away from Inez or you'll know the consequences," Rian explained without prompting. "She's mine, she'll be my partner forever. You better stay away from Inez before I do something unreasonable to you."

With a single blow, Rian's hand slipped from Cakra's wrist. He smiled. "Already?"

Not getting any response from Rian, Cakra gave Rian a strange look before finally continuing his journey to the library. Meanwhile, Rian clenched his hands into fists until his knuckles turned white.

"See what I'll do to you if I see you doing anything with Inez." After muttering something fierce, Rian turned around and walked up the stairs with long strides and hard stomps.

***

Inez grimaced while rubbing the back of her neck after the counseling teacher and several student council members announced in front of the class that there was an impromptu raid today. Shit, it was really a bad day for Inez. There were so many things in her bag that would definitely be confiscated.

"Ghea, why didn't you tell me there was an impromptu raid today!" Inez spoke in a low volume for fear of being caught. She gave Ghea an annoyed look.

Ghea immediately replied. "I didn't know! I didn't know there was a raid," she said defensively.

"But you're usually always updated about this stuff. Ouch, die on me!" Inez let out a long sigh as she looked down and closed her eyes. She tapped her forehead repeatedly.

While staring intently at the front, where the counseling teacher and some student council members were checking the students' bags, Ghea brought her head closer to Inez.

"Why are you so worried? What did you bring today?"

"A lot!" Inez answered quickly. "I also brought the lipstick I just bought three days ago. What do you think? Do you have any ideas?"

Ghea shook her head. "There's no time, Nez, to bait it. I moved it under the table, and it's useless to check it. Let's just surrender and accept what will happen."

Inez gave her a sardonic look. "Isn't it good to just talk? I feel my legs shaking! You're so good that nothing will be confiscated. This is my fate today."

"Stand up and show me your bag."

Inez held her breath for a few seconds as the heavy voice pierced her eardrums. She had nowhere else to go, Inez was trapped and could not hide her valuables in the bag that she was sure would be confiscated.

I'm doomed! Inez screamed to herself.

With her heart completely in her throat, Inez pursed her lips, then lifted her body from the chair and handed over her bag.

Inez prayed silently that her precious belongings would become invisible, so that the counseling teacher beside her would not find anything to confiscate.

***

"Come to my room right now!"

The counseling teacher's words in front of him were so loud and intimidating that Cakra sighed tiredly. He looked at Zidan for a moment, before finally getting up and leaving the classroom.

Cakra's class is classified as diligent, and minus ignorant students who are naughty and like to break the rules. This was the first time the counseling teacher had found a student who had made a mistake in the class. His classmates also still couldn't believe that Cakra did that. Cakra, who is a new student, certainly damaged the good name of the class.

With lazy steps and mixed feelings, Cakra walked towards the counseling room. He was both embarrassed and uncomfortable with his classmates. Because of his stupid actions, they were all affected. Cakra felt that he was really a human being who always troubled others.

Cakra stopped in front of the counseling room door, he was here again, not at his old school or this new one. There was always a problem, even though Cakra had worked hard to avoid everything that would ensnare him in this sacred room.

Letting out a long breath, Cakra finally entered the room with a flat face. Once inside, he was surprised and held his breath for a few seconds when his eyes met Inez's beautiful eyes.

Why was that girl here? What was she doing?

"Please sit next to her," said Mr. Sultan, his famous killer and sadistic counseling teacher. Cakra nodded and sat next to Inez.

They looked at each other for a moment, then hurriedly looked away when Mr. Sultan started to speak sternly.

"Do you know the reason why you are here?" Mr. Sultan stared at the two students in front of him with his sharp eyes.

For a moment, Inez and Cakra looked at each other again. However, neither of them answered. Making the counseling teacher sighed in frustration.

"Why are you silent? Is my question so difficult for you to answer?"

Cakra exhaled tiredly. "Because we are wrong, so we are here," he said without looking at the Sultan's eyes.

"If you know what you're doing is wrong, why are you doing it? There should really be an impromptu raid like this so that you understand, right?"

Both Cakra and Inez locked their mouths tightly. Neither of them dared to argue or say anything. Mr. Sultan really did have a mouth, full of scathing words that made students who faced him die on the spot.

"Of all the classes, you're the only ones with the biggest problems. The others can be punished immediately, while you have to be tried first."

Mr. Sultan took a deep breath, then looked at Inez carefully. Inez, who realized that she was being watched so carefully, made her heart beat very fast. She was nervous and scared.

"You!" Mr. Sultan's index finger pointed at Inez.

Inez swallowed nervously. "Yes sir."

"Do you know what this school is?" the counseling teacher asked.

"A place to learn and gain knowledge, sir," Inez replied spontaneously without thinking. She looked at Mr. Sultan timidly.

"If you know this is a place to learn, why did you bring so many makeup tools? If you want to study beauty, this is not the place!"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, yes, you do. Do you understand what I'm saying?!" With such a loud voice, Mr. Sultan then hit the table with a long piece of wood, which made both Inez and Cakra jump in shock.

"I understand, sir," said Inez.

"Remove your makeup now, especially those red lips. I don't want to see any students who are overly eccentric like you."

Inez was forced to do so after grumbling to herself. She took a tissue and immediately cleaned her face, which was full of makeup. After she felt her face was quite clean, Inez looked back at the counseling teacher in front of her.

"Already, sir," she said. "Now I can go, right, sir?"

"Your business is not finished with me, now you stand up."

Inez chuckled, she was forced to obey the teacher's words even though she felt reluctant. Inez didn't like being bossed around like this at all. It felt so annoying.

Inez looked lazily at Mr. Sultan, who had also stood up, while Cakra, who had not been told anything, just sat quietly on the chair, while watching Inez and Mr. Sultan with a confused look.

"Do you really want to go to school?" Mr. Sultan sharpened his eyes.

"If I didn't intend to go to school, why would I be there," Inez replied. She was tired, she wanted to end this as soon as possible.

"This is not a place to show off your beauty or body shape. This is a school, a place to learn. Do you understand now?" Mr. Sultan said it firmly and piercingly, making Inez feel insinuated. The counseling teacher sighed tiredly, then turned her gaze towards the suddenly opened door.

"How fitting," murmured Mr. Sultan. "Ms. Siti, may I ask you a favor?"

Hearing her name mentioned, the female counseling teacher who had just entered the room immediately approached Pak Sultan. She looked at Cakra and Inez for a moment.

"Yes sir, why?"

"Can you take care of this student?" said Mr. Sultan, asking for help while pointing at Inez with his chin.

Mrs. Siti, who immediately understood what Mr. Sultan meant, nodded. Inez, who felt that something was wrong, swallowed nervously. And sure enough, Inez's eyes widened when Mrs. Siti took the scissors.

"What are you doing?" asked Inez fearfully as she dodged, moving backward. But alas, she was trapped in this room. There was no way to escape and get away from this super sacred room.

"Next time, wear the right uniform if you don't want your short skirt to be cut," said Mrs. Siti as she cut Inez's skirt very quickly, as if she had often done this job. Inez squealed as the skirt she was wearing was ripped off. Inez's smooth thighs were immediately visible.

Inez's breath hitched in annoyance, then she sat back down on the sofa. What a waste of a day. How could Inez go to class with a torn skirt like this? It was certain that she would be laughed at by everyone.

"Tomorrow I'll check your uniform, if your skirt is short like this again, you'll know what I'll do," said Mrs. Siti firmly, sounding completely irrefutable. Inez just snorted without responding.

Mr. Sultan added. "One more thing, I will confiscate your makeup and never take it back. Understand?"

"You can't do that, sir!" Inez argued. She looked up and stared at Mr. Sultan with a fiery emotion. She doesn't know where she got the courage to speak so firmly and smoothly like this.

Already in denial, Inez continued. "I just bought the makeup yesterday, sir. There is still a lot of it. How could you? The price is expensive, you know! I don't want my stuff to be taken at any point!"

"You have the courage to go against your teacher, huh?"