I'M Not A Mafia
Chapter 8. New Students

Elard stared fixedly at the face of the girl in front of him, "I'm sure I've seen you before" he said with a smile, "do you need any help carrying the suitcase?"

Freya shakes. "Thank you, it doesn't seem like it's necessary. This is my job. I can bring it myself!"

Obviously Elard did not stay silent as Freya carried the suitcase with great difficulty. "Wear this, Miss." El took the trolley from inside the room and gave it to Freya.

The girl in front of him was so greatly amazed by Elard's attitude, not only was he handsome he was a very polite man when talking to his maid. Elard did not dare to ask why Freya was working in her home. The two of them then walked to Drago's room while chatting casually. Despite El's friendly attitude, Freya keeps her distance. Still feeling awkward to realize that he was just a domestic assistant in the house.

The first day of work, really impressed Freya with El's personality.

That girl, isn't what I saw yesterday at the airport, Inner El.

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That morning Freya ran through the narrow alleys to her school. Because of last night's overtime at the mansion, Freya got up late. It just so happens that the distance of the school from his home is not too far away to be passed on foot. Unfortunately the time showed another ten minutes of school admission, Freya had to speed up her leg movements so as not to be late.

Now his feet had reached the side of the road to his school. Because it's been raining a lot lately at night. The street looks a lot of puddles that cover the street holes. His feet should be able to agilely avoid any holes that would make his shoes wet.

Freya the girl quickened her pace. While fixing the hair bangs that he had not been able to trim. Her uniform shirt that was just on the iron looks right on her tiny body. The girl with a height of one hundred and fifty-five and a weight of 45 kilograms was walking very fast. His short hair he let loose.

When Freya was busy walking, a motorbike from behind running in the direction of her accidentally drove right in the puddle next to her.

Byurs! Freya was so shocked when the puddle water suddenly hit her uniform. Even the bangs he had just tidied up looked limp, a few drops of water falling from his hair. His eyes were perfectly rounded, especially when the motor was still driving no matter Freya at all.

"Haish! My clothes!" grumbling Freya looked at her clothes that were already wet from the puddle water, "Hi! How dare you just leave without apologizing!" freya shouted to the motorcycle user who kept on going. Freya tried to chase the bike, but unfortunately the bike he was chasing drove very fast.

“Stop!” freya shouted while running.

The motorbike he drives is a typical motorcycle racer in the arena. With a full race helmet that filled his entire head. The rider looked at Freya for a moment and then drove again without guilt.

“Look at me I will reply you!” Freya grumbled while cleaning her dirty clothes.

Freya skimmed the license plate number of the man who made himself soaked. Freya only saw the jacket she was wearing and the pants she was wearing were the same as the students at her school.

"It looks like he went to school at GIS. Just wait I'll find you to give the calculation!" Freya snorted in annoyance, finding herself now wet and dirty. Surely he will be a joke of his friends again.

Five minutes later, Freya arrived in class. That's exactly what Freya thought. His friends were seen laughing, exploding and even uttering evil words when they saw the wet and dirty clothes he was wearing.

"Basic filthy, shameless! You can go to school in such dirty clothes."

"Look at his face, in that shirt he looks like shit. Ha, ha ..."

Freya is the poorest student in school. The students looked down on him. Surely luck was the first thing that got him into that school. The principal knew Soren well. He gave Freya a free scholarship to attend Ganesha School. Favorite school in town.

The school bell rang, All the students are already sitting in their respective places. Including Freya, he sat on the last bench. Poor, Freya is exiled by her classmates. There was nothing interesting about a Freya in their eyes. Though his face is beautiful, but because he can not take care of himself Freya looks ordinary.

Today in their class came two new students from abroad. The students were very enthusiastic when they found out that the new student was a woman and a man.

Freya is still focused on homework that she has yet to finish. Not only poor, Freya is also not a smart student at that school. Students are far from perfect. Freya has no special skills. In addition to working part-time and school, she spends her time playing games and reading comics in the manga.

The girl with a cute face was not too concerned about the latest news in her class, including the child who was indifferent and considered cupid.

From the doorstep, a new student enters the class with Elard and Remon . Seen several faces leading to him staring in amazement. But he doesn't care at all.

"There is an empty bench. You just sit there, Rion," said El, pointing at the empty bench in front of Freya.

"Perfect!" said one of the schoolgirls who almost drooled when she saw Drago.

Orion Drago, the new student's name. His face was near perfect. It looks white and smooth without the slightest scar. His gaze was so sharp and cold, continuing to walk to the empty bench that was in front of Freya. Only the bench is empty. Drago enters the classroom before the teacher introduces himself. That guy doesn't like to talk.

Drago sat down, sitting quietly, not looking in any direction, not caring about anything. All eyes are pointing towards him. Except for Freya, she's still focused on her homework.

What kind of bench is this? Why so narrow? inner Drago felt uncomfortable.

Drago who felt his stool narrow, moving back his chair to the back, he did not know that his movement made Freya who was writing on his back desk become disturbed.

"Haish, can you not rewind the chair!" freya shouted to the man in front of her. He does not see Drago's face grumbling because his work is interrupted, which Freya sees only his black hair. Just a moment in reprimand, Drago back to back his chair.

The srek! Once again Freya snorted in annoyance, her hand reflexively hitting Drago's head using a pen from behind.

"I told you not to rewind the chair. Why are you so stubborn! You're making my job a little distracted."

Drago looked back, seeing who the person who dared to hit him with the ballpoint pen, "How dare you hit me!" ketus Drago looked so angry.

Freya looked back. His eyes are perfectly round. Very surprised to know that the man in front of him was the man he kissed at the airport yesterday.

Huh! Why is he here? Isn't he the guy I kissed yesterday? inner Freya.

"You hit me once again. I'm gonna break that thing in two."

'Isn't this girl the inner ..' of Drago. He smiled, remembering what happened this morning. Yeah, what makes Freya soaked is herself.