KAFKAS
MEETING AGAIN.

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Into the next day,

Today is the first day for a beautiful girl who began to rush to her new school, after only yesterday afternoon she came to the metropolis (Jakarta).

ALTALUNE ALUDRA. A beautiful girl like a ball joined doll, and has a sky blue net with a sharp nose and tiny lips sculpted 16 years past 10 months, she moved from MCA London school.

The second child of Arta Narendra. A well-known Architect as well as a successful Property entrepreneur and his wife Gaby Chandrawinata is a fashion designer and owner of famous boutiques in the Jakarta area. His grandfather named Brawijaya is the owner of the Mall and the largest private school in Jakarta, Pelita School (PS).

The black backpack on his back seemed to be shaking along with his long brown hair that was also shaken left and right when a beautiful girl with a blue sky turned her steps from fast walking to running quickly, trace the road to the main gate of housing in the elite area of Jakarta. His breathing panted as his eyes looked left and right looking for a passing taxi for him to go to school.

However, no one passed by. The distance from the school is also quite far. Iwatch on his wrist has shown at 06.30 which means he still has half an hour to get to his new school and will definitely be hunted if he leaves by car or motorcycle.

His face was already looking frantic as seconds, seconds after seconds, time rolled on the circular Iwatch as his wrist was simply missed. His parents could not take him to school on the first day of school in Jakarta, considering that Mother and Father are in Jogja completing a job that can not be delayed or replaced by others.

"If there was a handsome guy who wanted to take me, I'd make him a girlfriend. But if that's my nebengin chick, hum?" Alta knocks her finger at the eel, then she goes back to chattering "My practice is my besti." she giggles amusedly with her own words.

"Alta, Alta, just continue to stay free and not banned" he murmured again while continuing to pay attention to whether there is a taxi he might be able to ride.

Suddenly, his eyes caught something.

"WOY, STOP!!" peekkik Alta was tight, he tried to stop the black sports bike that drove in front of him by blocking the motorbike and because he also saw the uniform of the guy was the same as the school uniform he wore.

"Chiiiietttt." The sound of the brake is stopped suddenly and the sound of tires swiping forcefully on the asphalt.

"CRAZY GIRL, WANT TO DIE, HUH??" swearing the young man with tone intonation that rose by three octaves.

The girl smiled, "Sorry, sorry, so stop dong first." yelled at the girl half whining.

"Lo the Lantern of the Nation's son right?" tanyanya back.

"Mm" Kafka replied casually and turned off the engine.

"Gue nebeng lo ya? I was waiting for a taxi to not exist. Especially if there is no ojek. Yes, please." please Alta.

"No, who are you?" jerk black haired guy with comma hairstyle model.

"Please, I beg you to help me. I just went to school today, I don't want my first impression of school in Lantern Bangsa (LB) to be bad." still pleading with clenched his hands next to Kafka.🙏

"No!!" Loud answer.

"Please." again shifted standing in front of Kafka's sports bike.

"Gue doesn't want to step aside before you want to give me a ride." kekeh Alta who also stared intently.

"Shi**, not afraid to even turn back. Good thing beautiful, njirr." Inner Kafka.

Kafka tried to give up. "Lo want to go up?" asked the young man to try to make peace, to make peace from this situation he meant. Because time is almost showing at seven. For Kafka, it does not matter if he is late because he is used to and immune to getting a punishment. But what about this girl?

"Yes, I want to ride." with puppy eyes hoping that the guy in front of him would be kind enough to help him today.

"Yes has gone up" he said while menstater his motorbike.

It was with pleasure that Alta directly climbed one leg into the motor sport bustep quickly, before the young man changed his mind. He rode a large motorcycle while holding Kafka's shoulder because the girl's skirt was quite short. Of course, after getting approval from the master.

Alta sat quietly in the back seat after Kafka returned to the bike. Alta who was feeling exhausted after running with breath stinged on the motorbike which took her to Lantern Nation. He was a little creepy with a little madness that confronted the motorbike in front of him Lucky handsome young man he met was quite dexterous to brake the pace of his motor vehicle, otherwise? Em, could-can he just stay name or end up lying in the hospital. Even the girl seemed to not care about her own life for the sake of being present not late at her new school.

"What class?" tanya Alta tried to cleave the awkwardness between them as almost half of their journey had simply fallen silent without anyone willing to speak.

"Twelve." he said briefly.

Alta's eyes sparkled. "Well, we're all in the middle. I'm also twelfth grade" he said passionately.

"Oh," the young man nodded in agreement without the slightest escape from the sight before him.

Honestly, Alta being a hyacinth herself was actually with that young man in front of her. Irit talk or thrush actually, I don't know. But naturally they had just met even yet to get acquainted.

Now, this is where Alta is. In a special parking lot Lantern Bangsa. He just got off the motor sport owned by Kafka after a few minutes struggling to cut the Jakarta road which is said to always be jammed.

"Mm, thanks for the ride." Alta said softly to the young man next to her.

The guy just glanced, tidying his hair. Makes Alta bumbling on her own. "Once again thank you, I went inside first."

The man looked at it for a while, until he nodded. "Yes"

Right at the same time, their eye beads met. The girl still maintained her smile which made Kafka's face line change. No matter what the name was, the young man felt that something stuck to his chest was neither pain nor tightness, but there was a strange euphoria that burst forth.

Kafka turned his head quickly, he hurriedly averted his gaze as well as tried to regain control of his expression.

"Gue first" said the girl still with a pretty smile, then left the kafka.

The young man was silent, still with a calm expression even though his heart was already nervous indignantly as he continued to stare at the back of the girl who had run in. Then a faint smile rose on his face coinciding with the school entrance bell.