Chapter 7: Chapter 7

"What about the new school?"

Cakra, who was about to put the rice in his mouth, then abandoned his intention and looked up, staring at the wrinkled face of his grandmother sitting in front of him. Cakra carried a big smile while putting his spoon back into the plate.

"It's good, Grandma, my new friends are good. The school is good too," he replied enthusiastically. He then started chewing his rice again.

His grandmother smiled happily. "Good then, study hard to make me proud. I'm sure you will be successful."

"Yes, just pray for the best for me. I'll do my best. So I can make my grandmother happy."

"Alright, finish your breakfast so you can concentrate at school."'

"Ready, Grandma," said Cakra as he held up his thumbs.

A few minutes later, Cakra had finished his breakfast. He then picked up his bag and asked his grandmother for permission to go to school. Today Cakra was not in a hurry like yesterday, so he could be more relaxed and enjoy the cool morning air when leaving on his old bicycle.

It takes quite a long time to get to his new school because the distance is indeed quite far from his house, not to mention that Cakra has to ride a bicycle, which of course takes longer than riding a motorcycle or car like his other friends. But Cakra didn't complain. He was used to this.

Parking the bicycle in its usual place, Cakra intended to go to class, but his steps were interrupted when the sound of roaring motorbikes caught his attention. Not only Cakra, but some of the girls around him were also staring at the same object. They cheered hysterically, making Cakra even more curious.

"Don't be surprised by the girls in this school, they will go crazy when they see a handsome boy, like me, for example."

Startled by the voice that suddenly came from the right side of his body, Cakra jumped in surprise. He immediately turned his gaze, then saw Zidan, his seatmate, who was staring at him while grinning widely, showing a series of neatly arranged teeth.

Cakra's eyebrows rose a few centimeters, looking at Zidan and not understanding. Zidan just grinned, then embraced Cakra. His attitude made Cakra a little uncomfortable. He then let go of his embrace.

"Do you want to know who he is?" asked Zidan while pointing to a boy who was still sitting on his cool motorcycle. His full face helmet was still on his head.

The hysterical screams in the parking lot grew louder. Cakra frowned in confusion. He looked at Zidan again.

"Who?" He asked softly.

"He's a class above us. You could say he's the most respected person here. There are also many girls who have a crush on him. Not to mention he's rich, what else is missing?"

"Exaggerated," Cakra replied briefly after Zidan said that. He focused his gaze again on the big motorcyclist.

"For real, after a few months of studying here, you'll know who he is and what he's like. You'll see."

"Is it really important for me to know?"

Zidan looked confused. He scratched his head, which was not itchy. He grinned at the horse. "Yeah, not really."

Cakra nodded.

"I'm going to the restroom for a while, then we'll go to class together. You wait for me here."

"Hmm."

Zidan immediately ran quickly to the toilet. Cakra looked at him for a while. Then his focus was immediately shifted to the boy, who was said to be liked and respected by many. Cakra became a little curious about it.

The boy in the black jacket, who was still on his motorcycle, then began to remove his helmet. Cakra narrowed his eyes, emphasizing the look in his eyes.

Once the helmet was off his head, he was transfixed, and his body tensed. His breathing stopped for a moment, his eyes bulging, his heart beating twice as fast. He really didn't expect it. He was ...

Unfortunately, he couldn't dodge right away. That boy was too late to go dodging. The motorcycle boy had already seen him. He was equally transfixed for a moment, but his expression looked more shocked than Cakra's.

It was as if his feet had been glued together, and he couldn't walk or get away from there. It was very difficult.

The boy, who was still wearing a black leather jacket, which matched the color of his big motorcycle, then walked up to Cakra with a look that made Cakra sick. The boy smiled crookedly at him.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. Wow, surprise!"

The boy smiled smugly and clapped excitedly for a while, inviting the question marks of the students around him. They whispered to each other.

In his position, Cakra stared at the boy in front of him while hardening his jaw. His gaze sharpened, and his hands clenched at his sides.

"This is really you, right?" The boy watched him closely. His eyes repeatedly squinted, making sure that what he saw was not wrong. "Ha!  Apparently, this is really you. Are you still alive today?"

Cakra intended to take a shortcut by hitting the boy in front of him on the jaw. But he soon realized that he had to be patient and should not be provoked. After all, his current position is still classified as a new student, so making a scene is a big mistake that will make him badly labeled. And of course, Cakra will disappoint his grandmother. Cakra didn't want that to happen. He must be able to control himself.

The boy in front of Cakra chuckled softly. He spat to the side, then patted Cakra's shoulder.

The boy drew himself closer to him and then whispered softly. "How is your life now? Is it better than before or more miserable? What about your grandmother? Did she die yet?"

BUGH!

One punch to the stomach landed. He was out of control, and this was all out of his hands. Cakra was being consumed by his anger, which was bubbling out very quickly. The boy's words angered him. He couldn't accept that inappropriate remark.

"You're such an asshole!"

Not caring about the cursing from the boy in front of him or the hysterical screams from the girls around him, Cakra hurriedly turned around and left. He didn't want to continue the fisticuffs, even though he wanted to finish the boy off. But he again remembered that he would disappoint his grandmother if he got a letter from the school.

Not yet completely avoiding there, Cakra's shoulders were then gripped firmly. Cakra turned around after throwing the hand away.

"I'm not done talking to you yet!"

"I don't need to," he retorted sharply. Then he walked quickly out of the parking lot with a feeling of unrest and unease. His breathing was ragged, his chest churning. Let's hope things don't get any worse than this.

"OUR PROBLEMS AREN'T OVER YET. SEE WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU LATER."

Cakra tried not to care too much about that sentence. He accelerated his pace even more. Many pairs of eyes were looking at him with various views. But Cakra didn't care, he needed to calm down and wanted to get to class quickly. His body was still filled with waves of emotions. Cakra did not expect to meet her again after several years of not seeing each other.

Sitting in his chair close to the window, Cakra exhaled a long breath and turned his gaze outward. The sunlight was blatantly shining on his handsome face. His mind immediately wandered to what happened this morning.

"I told you to wait for me, why did you leave? Do you want me to slit your throat?" Zidan grumbled to Cakra as he sat his butt on the chair resentfully. He looked at Cakra sarcastically, but Cakra himself didn't seem to care. He had a flat look on his face, ignoring Zidan's scolding.

"What's wrong with you?" Zidan, who felt that there was something strange about Cakra, asked while patting his new friend's shoulder. But again, Cakra ignored him. The boy was silent while staring at the window.

As if remembering something, Zidan widened his eyes. "What? So did you really fight with our senior?" With a dramatic gesture, Zidan smothered his own mouth. "I thought the gossip in the parking lot when I came back from the toilet was just a lie. But it was real? You seriously had a fight?"

Closing his eyes, Cakra took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He glanced at Zidan, then nodded without interest.

"Hmm."

"You really are crazy!" Reflexively, Zidan slapped Cakra's head roughly. Making Cakra glare angrily.