To Murder your Love

The Bully

No, I.....

“Are you insane? We have only three days left to make those order, Yuda!”

‘why are you scolding me, then? Do I have to..’ I answered to the fiery wrath of her, peeping under my closet of doubt.

“Yes, you are, that’s your mess, maggot!”

I do listened to that, once. My colleague’s lecture was buzzing inside my head for weeks before I was murdered in deafening rounds of a pistol . She ordered me to list on which country to expand, since she is one of the five-personnel director’s for our FMCG company, while also being the most vocal person on this planet. Within the similar group of team, I am in charge of working on the licensing for our recently-fabricated milkshake and nuggets.

Yes, we are recently developing genetically-engineered chocolate milkshake and milk-nugget for the market we have been reigning in decades. For those two to work, our cows have been periodically eaten chocolates for their meal. This method would surely brought their milk to produce chocolate-flavored ones directly from their suction pads, and we were reaping multiple amount of profits in a short time afterwards.

And it shakens a bit for our company to be certified on those marks in the near future, given that a small business in several countries we tend to grow upon have stolen our ideas for months.

Other than those two products that our company was meant to register, we are the prominent business on milk-based product. Our company are the most-decorated seller with many choices of developed items in that regard. From the casual one-time use kitchen appliances to delicate edibles out of milk, we are in prime to conquer every country whenever we considered an expansion as plausible.

The wealthy usually ordered some bizzare request, too, so that’s why our company is extremely fat in the purse lately.

In one week or so, I have to consult on our business partners in Nigeria. Ever since their country has a boom to population over two decades prior to our expansion this year, Africa has started to become a big market for multi-national companies. To calculate of the consumer’s unit they have at their disposal, this country boasted so many potential customers to gain.

Once we have getting rid of that small businesses, we have the entire country to exploit...

Ah, I’m peeing myself for some reason.

“Get up, Yuda, we’re late!”

My mother is the one before me, pouring a jug of cold water to make me fully-awake. I can feel the water spread on my d**k as the sewings chugging it in a whole, and it is also in fighting modes as well with itself learning to sip a glass of the liquid at once.

‘No, you can’t do that, Yuda. Not in front of your mom and me.’

Well, how foolish am I to beat them up ahead of you two? Come on, God-pretender, You have to be better in telling my intention tomorrow.

Anyway, for today’s schedule, I have to go to the junior high school within the same region as the former school of mine. Before this, I have graduated from the elementary school in perfect marks, breaking this country’s record in national exam and having myself interviewed by a bunch of rushing broadcasters of television channels a day later.

Yes, they were irritating me with their mindless question and remarks. For example, one of those pesky intruders asking me on how I learn for those 4 subjects of the examination. I’m simply said.

“I was reading my books and notes for that, but mostly cheating haha.”

The answer is proof for bangers to those interviewers. A national best and he cheats, they might think.

“Are you sure? How could you do that?” Asked the other interviewers from the corner, with many of them raised their hands to shove the mic over me.

“Well, I can’t do the exam without looking at the papers, right? Is that counted as cheating?”

Their dumb-founded looks are good for nutrients, so I’ll take it.

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The fame has erected my popularity to the next nevel, that’s for sure. There are at least 10 teachers that has congratulated me of my feat, greeting me in warmth when I have arrived. My mom’s not in the line, obviously, because she had a world of time to be overjoyed at home.

For that, she had landed thousands of kisses to my forehead, which are quite hurting as the count went on to my caps back in the day.

In 7F, my current class, all of the new classmates of mine were staring at my innocent self from the point where I put my bag to the time I took a seat. They must be feeling like I’m a celebrity, or could be an alien for how advanced my knowledge is to the pure mind of theirs. They haven’t known for real, though, of how hard it is to reincarnate and learning how to write from the start.

Or when you can’t utilise your productive capability to the test for six-straight years.

‘I said it once, Yuda. No debate on that topic.’

Yeah, I just want to tease you, God-pretender.

Steven and the boys, unlucky for me, are scattered throughout the available seat on the seventh grade. Both of my close friends, Kevin and Henry, were arranged in different class than mine. The system of these classes, to speak of the matter, are actually quite competitive from the beginning. The A’s are filled with those creative-minded and think-tank from their respective elementary school, with the second follows until the last level of the lot. 

The F, as the name suggests, filled with delinquents and the idiots of a kid. Precisely a doom to have yourself in this platform, since to-be criminals are filling the class to perfection.

Henry’s in 7A, since he is a smart guy as much as I do. If I’m not there to occupy the first, he would be crowned as the king in my place. He never pouts of my unbreakable wall, though, since he chose to use it as motivation to succeed.

For Kevin, he is stranded to 7C, intermediate ones if you mention about it. To those inside the class in-between like him, they have to suffer from mid class-syndrome. This is the sickness after their situation, that makes them to be high and mighty against the ‘D to F’, only to be subdued by depression for being a loser in comparison to the ‘A and B’. 

They're hanging on the middle of being 'really brilliant' and 'totally dumb', so that's the honor that they have in years of life here.

To the news of my latest love affairs, Amanda Suyono, she decided to have a school here than the modelling ones she had planned before. Why do I know this, you ask? Quite simple, she’s blurting this when I passed their group’s chattering for canteen. Really accidental, if you ask me. 

For this, she got assigned to 7B.

She must be getting upset for that decision.

By the way, as both of my having great classes to attend, I am assigned to the F. No, they’re not doing wrong in that regard, since they have asked me to be the leader of this ‘inferior’ class. For a celebrity like myself to enter pits of doom and taming it.... well, I can’t speak much of how to do.

But I could for how to tell.

To accelerate the growth of 7F’s inhabitants, this school provides a ‘rotation’ system with another top performer from the upper-ranks in every semester. They called it as ‘promotion’, and the teachers need an insider to evaluate 7F’s routine. That’s where my situation persist, as the school executives requested me to be 7F’s gateway keeper.

Why not, I think. In this objective, I could even investigate on potential murderer as I push forward.

By the way, the chair is way chilly than the former seat I once had in elementary school. I could hint a smooth furnishings over the wood’s surface. In my kick-starters of first-graders, I have the rusty ones to rest my bottoms down, with most of the creaking noises that happened if I tried to drag the chair down.

(Pat-pat)

(Pat-pat)

“Hey, bro. What’s up?” Hinted someone from behind. He pats me to the back in several occasions, I can feel it, but I don’t mind to stir this issue a bit further.

Okay, time to look at the culprit..... Ah, his pot-belly shoves the desk straight to my chair, it forced the owner to address myself on the front.

“Not much, you?”

“Who are you, again? I have seen you somewhere.... Ah, from that TV show yesterday!” He shouted, then pressing his hips to the table even more,” Don’t you dare trying to show us any sort of authority here, a’ight?”

I met the first delinquent of this cursed planet. He’s way too ugly than what I have in mind of the role. Chubby face, hundreds of blackheads around his round-but-pointy nose, acnes all over the cheek, all of them shows how unfitting he is to be a student. His hair, however, is rather slick and straight to the bottom, not reflecting any of those troublemakers I have seen in the books and movies.

“So, who you are again, nerd?”

“Not your momma, for sure.” I replied, masking a tongue over the corner of my lips.

Luckily, he doesn’t do anything in response, only sniffing a bit from my mockery and approaching his friends shortly after.

Man, it seems my journey in here would be harder than I think it would be....

“Hello, there. Is this seat empty?”

As I turned my head to see who’s the smooth-talker on the right, a beauty has placing herself on my side. Hmmm, if I could remember correctly, she is Tifanny Leona. She was attended 7F for a brief before moving to the A’s group by the next semester, joining me that has been there from the beginning of the school days.

She’s the next target, right?

‘precisely, but you have the six month’s time to follow.’

Yeah, sure, dad. I’ll have approximately six months to learn of something that happened over her. In the past, I was attended 7A by the course of my excellent score, and I was never appointed as a patron for 7F. This is relatively off-course to the thread of my memories, so I have to return to the line as soon as I can.

But why do I have to learn from the six-months of this?

‘......’

Yeah, You’ll not telling me about it. No spoiler, am I right?

‘Don’t forget of Amanda Suyono in this particular year, too, Yuda. You have lots of affairs that has been started.’

That news, in reality, is the one I have concerned. Amanda Suyono and Tifanny Leona would have an intense fight for having me in this high school period, or.....

(Kringg—Kringg--)

Nah, I have to wander off from wild thoughts for a bit. Time to school!