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“Your brother's done it again this morning.”
Api looked up from the paper he was reviewing as Amir, a member of the student council, entered the room.
A groan escaped Api's lips as he put the paper aside and glanced at Air, who was busy writing a report beside him.
Without lifting his eyes from the document, Air spoke calmly, though his tone carried a trace of exhaustion. “How many cases is it this time?”
Exchanging a glance with Api, Amir cleared his throat. “Six,” he said, letting the weight of the number hang in the air before adding, “and that’s just this week.”
The pencil in Air's hand snapped, leaving a dark smear on the page.
With a heavy sigh, Air finally looked up from his report, his eyes tired but resigned.
“Maybe you two should try talking to him?” Amir suggested, walking toward the locker to return the stack of files he'd been carrying.
The twins exchanged a silent look, one that conveyed their shared frustration without needing words. Their frowns said everything Amir needed to know. Realizing he'd overstayed his welcome, Amir quickly excused himself, leaving the room in uneasy silence.
As soon as the door closed, Air let out a groan and slumped forward, resting his head on the desk. “I really don’t know what to do with him anymore,” he sighed, voice muffled.
Api leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “We could give him detention again?” he suggested, though the uncertainty in his tone made it clear even he didn’t believe in the idea.
He waited for Air's reply, but none came. Looking over, Api realized that his brother had already fallen asleep, slumped over his paperwork. He couldn’t blame him. Air had stayed up late the night before, juggling council reports and homework. It was only a matter of time before exhaustion caught up.
A faint smile crept onto Api’s face. It had been a rough week, with exams looming and school duties piling up, and on top of all that, their brother seemed determined to top the list of problematic students day after day.
Api sighed. He had no idea what to do anymore—nothing they tried seemed to work. All he could do now was hope that, wherever their brother was, he wasn’t getting into any more trouble.
Well, there were only a few minutes of recess left. Surely, he could stay out of trouble for that long.
“It’s him again...”
“Get out of his way...”
Another day, another stupid murmur. Tanah rolled his eyes so hard he almost saw the back of his skull. Walking through the corridor, he felt the weight of eyes on him. It had become routine by now.
With his messy hair, wrinkled uniform, and slippers dragging across the floor, he probably looked like he’d crawled out of a dumpster. People often wondered how he even made it past the school gate.
The truth? He hadn’t. The main gate was too obvious. “Won’t the president—”
“Could you speak louder!?” he snapped, cutting off a group of whispering girls with a sharp grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “I couldn’t catch what you said!”
They flinched as Tanah loomed closer, clearly unsettled. But he let them go. He wasn’t one to hit a girl—not his style.
With them out of the way, Tanah spun back around, only to be shoved aside by another student barreling down the corridor.
"What’s your problem, huh? Don’t you have eyes!?" he barked, his voice sharp with irritation.
The student slowly turned, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, forgive me. You’re just so short—I didn’t see you."
The heat surged to Tanah's head instantly. "You—"
Without hesitation, Tanah grabbed the student by the collar, yanking him up close. The student’s smirk faltered as he tried to pry Tanah’s hands off, but the grip was iron.
“I think you forgot how I beat you up last week,” Tanah sneered, his fist curling tight, ready to make good on his threat. The flicker of panic in the student's eyes was unmistakable.
Walking through the hallway wasn’t supposed to be this boring, but Angin couldn’t help it— school had been a drag lately. No wonder he had to find entertainment in ways that could easily land him in a police station if he wasn’t careful.
“I think you forgot how I beat you up last week!”
Angin didn’t need to look to know whose voice that was. His ever-cherished brother, Tanah. Yeah, right. In his dreams.
“I guess even Tanah’s having more fun than me at school,” Angin muttered, leaning against the wall to watch the scene unfold. “I wish I had popcorn right now.”
A laugh escaped his lips as he watched Tanah land a solid punch on the poor student. Then, with almost too much ease, Tanah sent the guy sprawling onto the floor. It wasn’t that exciting, but at least it gave Angin something to pass the time.
“Are you going to stop him?”
A voice snapped him out of his amusement. Angin glanced to his right, spotting Daun, his expression calm but firm.
“Why should I?” Angin grinned, leaning casually. “He’s having fun.”
Daun only sighed before moving toward the scene. Angin watched with mild interest as his younger brother tried to intervene, slipping between Tanah and the victim like a buffer.
“Tanah, enough,” Daun said softly, wrapping his arms around Tanah’s, stopping another punch from landing.
To Angin’s surprise, Tanah actually listened, pulling back with a grunt. “I’m done anyway,” Tanah muttered, shrugging out of Daun’s grip.
On the floor lay the student, blood dripping from his nose. Still conscious, the guy scrambled up and bolted without a second thought.
Angin’s fun was cut short, but he couldn’t be too disappointed. No matter how much trouble Tanah caused, he always had a soft spot for Daun.
“Well, I guess that’s it then.” Angin pouted, shoving his hands into his pockets and heading back to class, just as the bell rang.
At the far end of the corridor, two more twins—Cahaya and Petir, the youngest and the oldest —stepped aside just in time to avoid a student running by, nosebleed and all. Petir frowned but paid no further attention, while Cahaya barely looked up from his book as they turned to see Tanah climbing onto a window ledge.
Petir didn’t seem to care.
After all, it was the ground floor, and even if Tanah jumped from the second floor, it wouldn’t matter. He’d probably just break something—no big deal. With that mindset, Petir continued walking down the corridor, completely ignoring Daun’s attempt to intervene.
“Tanah! Where are you going? Class is about to start!” Daun called out, rushing forward.
Tanah, already halfway through the window, sighed dramatically. Rolling his eyes, he leapt toward the courtyard without a second glance.
Frustrated, Daun turned to Petir and Cahaya. “Aren’t you going to say anything, Petir?”
Cahaya finally looked up from his book, but Petir kept walking, utterly indifferent. It was maddening sometimes, how little the eldest seemed to care about anything or anyone. Nonchalant didn’t even begin to describe him.
Daun’s eyes shifted to Cahaya, hoping for some support, but the youngest twin merely raised an eyebrow, glancing between his two brothers. Then, in typical Cahaya fashion, he shrugged and walked off, following Petir's lead.
Daun groaned, rubbing his temples. “I think I’m getting a headache...” .
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