DEEVANO

ithout bangs. Perfect sharp nose with a black necklace around his neck that almost strangled his neck. "Widih... There are Caucasians guys!" exclaimed Hendro in a Javanese guise. Everyone chuckled wh

g. Not even smiling. Seeing Bea and Devan sitting together made Riri very upset. "Oh my gosh, you're so diligent at doing math," Bea's eyes sat down and looked at the paper on Devan's desk. Unintentionally his upper arm stuck to Devan's arm. This startled Devan and he immediately shifted his chair slightly away from Bea. "Oh my gosh, just look at it for a moment, it's a sensation," said Bea angrily. "This must be the smartest guy in class. Heh, why am I the most disgusted at seeing smart guys. It feels like that's really pretentious," said Bea, glancing at Devan, who had a serious face. "Okay, now open page fifteen, okay? There are already several titles of poems and their contents. Later, your task will be to read the poems in front of the class!" Mrs. Risma exclaimed firmly while standing up. "Oh, Indonesian is the lesson now. But why is the kid beside me doing math instead?" asked Bea in surprise, scratching her head. He started to get closer and shifted his seat to Devan. His mouth whispered to Deva

r hand to take off the headset that was in Bea's ear. Devan lazily pushed Bea's hair off her ear and sneered at Bea's headset. "Hey, what are you doing!" Exclaimed Bea loudly seeing Devan's angry face. Making everyone chuckle. "Bea!" called Mrs. Risma in a high tone. Even though she looked at Mrs. Risma with a doubtful smile. "Yes, ma'am, what's wrong, ma'am?" asked Bea innocently. "It's time to study! Not playing a cellphone while listening to music!" Mrs. Risma said in an angry tone. "But, ma'am, from earlier you explained about poetry, it was