As beautiful as Destiny
7. Mas's?

The image of draping his backpack on the shoulder while walking into the school building. Initially Hamzah offered Citra for schools in private High School which is definitely very elite facilities.

But Citra refused, a lot of students who want to go to State High School. The value is also large, so the opportunity to enter the SMA is also large.

Actually, just want if the image of school in private High School, but he thinks. Usually if the school is in that place, there must be many students who do not have ethics. They felt that they paid for it at school, so they did it all.

It's not a matter of negative thinking. But from the experience of his friends as well. He used to have a friend who was much older than him, his friend said that, in his school there was no polite student, there was anyway, but the number can be counted with the fingers.

They are not a good attitude. They even do dirty things. The school is threatening, but there is no evidence. It's all just bullshit. In fact, such a school is like a bullying place.

In conclusion, for what we choose an expensive school if the science and adab is far different. If you are more proud because the knowledge is high than adab, then even the devil is much higher than humans.

And, for whatever reason we go to school in a nice facility if it's just inviting bullying.

Okay, back to the topic.

Citra was already sitting on the bench that he was used to booking.

Image's eyes were highlighted on Jasmine's figure walking towards him. The girl smiled.

"Jas-"

"Ra, PR Sundanese already, belom?" cut quick.

Citra nodded as she pursed her lips, "already, but I was sprained, Jas. I don't know Sundanese. In my family, no one speaks Sundanese. Want to ask Bi Sari, but she is native to Aceh. Mending that Germany, I can ask Dad directly." he said.

Jasmine simply nodded as she put her hands together, "yes, yes, yes. Now where's your book? I want to see."

Slowly, his hand opened the ritlesting of his bag. He took out a Japanese textbook and handed it to Jasmine.

Without the ba-bi-bu, Jasmine instantly copied her answer. While Citra still mengumel. Actually Jasmine wanted to stuff Citra's mouth with a knife, but she had to know herself, now she was cheating Citra's PR. Now he could only care for his ears rather than hear the ravings of Citra.

"Udah mah ngerjainnya malem-malem, a lot more PR Sundanese. Don't know it's true or not, I took nanya to Abang, continue more sampernya again, my brother slow response. Sometimes just in read doang."

"So he went to his friends who could speak that language. It's a hell of a bust, right?"

Before long, the baritone voice uttering greetings sounded. Wasn't it! Not teacher! Except for the school students too.

Everyone in the class answered my greetings. All eyes were highlighted on the figure of the man standing in the doorway.

Citra tried to hold her breath when she saw the figure of the student she called similar to Andi Arsyil.

The girl straightened the brown veil she was wearing. Yes, today is Thursday. Of course where on that day all students use scout uniforms.

Citra's body trembled as Andri approached her. Approaching her? Errata approached the male student, Alex, who was sitting in front of him. They look good talking. Talking about what Citra does not know.

How humiliating! The image is too confident!

Andri's eyes turned to Citra and approached the girl's desk. Of course Jasmine teased him in a cough-like manner.

Andri knitted her brows, "have you had breakfast?"

The image and Jasmine looked at each other with astonished gazes. However, Citra finally understood, "that's it."

Andri nodded, he even though his intention was to take breakfast with Citra. However, his intention was to undo once Citra had breakfast. Even at first he was willing if the fullness later, because he himself had breakfast.

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The foot of Citra stepped towards Steve's desk. Flat gazing. The man also smiled sweetly seeing Citra approaching him.

"Guten morgen!" (good morning!)

Steve chuckles, "guten Morgen! Sie haben noch nicht gefruits? Du siehst heute uninspiriert aus." (good morning! You haven't had breakfast, huh? You don't seem excited today)

Citra's face paled, "oh, c'mon, Steve! I greet you today with the language of your country. That's all I know and 'danke'. Don't make me get upset."

Steve shook his shoulder, "I know that you don't speak German. You are the one who lured me, Miss." (you who lured me, Miss)

The image washes a deep breath. Enough is! He gave up, his eyes very sharp towards Steve, "when can I pick up my letter?"

Steve looked at her so closely. He got up from his seat, approached the girl who was now in the waistline, "we just met on Stewart Island. Tonight. If you don't come, don't expect to easily pick up the letter."

"Well, why do we have to meet everyone? You can love me on this campus, this hour, this minute, this second."

Steve shook his head, "whatever you say! The choice is within yourself."

"What about your girlfriend?" yes, Citra so remembered the woman who sat next to Steve while on the plane. And, he concluded that the woman was his girlfriend.

"It's broken up."

I want to feel like Citra whining right now. The girl's eyes were already glazed. He even slid to the floor. Then stand up again.

When Jasmine approached him, Citra cried while hugging Jasmine.

Steve frowned, what's the matter?

Jasmine's eyes caught the figure of Steve whose position was very close to Citra. He immediately took off Citra's embrace, he pulled the collar of the bule man's shirt, "*what are you my friend?" (what is my friend?)

Steve stays relaxed. Then he laughed at how funny Citra was. That girl is so cute.

"Am I violent, honey?" ask Steve about the image.

The image shook weakly, "no."

Steve smiled sinisterly at Jasmine, then brushed off her hand violently. The man instantly tidied up his slightly chafed collar as a result of being smashed by Jasmine's thin hands.

Steve's outstretched hand was about to wipe the rest of the tears of the image that was still flowing on his cheek, but that quickly his thumb wiped those tears.

Steve again pulled his hand, but almost a little more his hand touched the smooth white skin. But failed. You know 'failed'? DIDN'T WORK!

Jasmine laughed frowningly at how pitiful Steve could not manage to wipe away those tears. Like he expressed love to her, then rejected.

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Oh yes guys! There are some parts that I need to revise. Maybe all part. So, please be patient if there are any irregularities in this story. At first I would like to make a revision, but my hands are already gatel. But, I've got a new update part. Insha'allah. Just calm.

So, of course God willing the story will be better.

Happy reading to everyone!