US: The Irreconcilable Story
Chapter 20 Who Owns the Account?

Brooklyn stared intently at Redana's face for a split second then checked Redana's phone, from the look on her face I could see that she had found nothing that could be a reinforcement of her accusations against Redana, Brooklyn has returned the Redana phone.

“Can you already delete vidionya or lo simple vidio it in other mobile lo.”

Redana smiled thinly while putting her phone in the shirt pocket.

“I can't possibly act like that on Shana, she's always been nice to me. How could I possibly humiliate Shana like that.” Strictly Redana, sound convincing.

“Halah! I know full well your mind, do not pretend in front of me.” Brooklyn's words further clouded the atmosphere.

Redana stared hard at Brooklyn, she walked closer to Brooklyn.

“Pretend how do you mean lo?”

“Pretend to be kind so that people feel sorry for you and so that people stop shading lo.”

“Yes, you pretend to be good to get sympathy from others. when the original lo rotten! Aye right?”

I saw Brooklyn clenching his right hand, when he heard Redana's words addressed to him and seemed to corner Redana.

"And sometimes someone covers up his rot by turning on others." Said Redana, a smile implied on her face.

“Fuck lo!” Brooklyn was about to hit Redana in the face again, but Brooklyn's fist was successfully held by Redana.

“Reaction lo have explained everything, I do not need any answer from lo.” Redana stared cynically at both Brooklyn eyes.

Brooklyn forcibly pulled his fist from Redana's grasp, he raised his eyebrows with a flat face.

"The color of the skin is the same as your heart's color." Said Brooklyn, cynical.

Brooklyn smiled faintly as he turned his face away.

“My skin is indeed dark but I never let my heart seal my skin.” Redana looked at every student gathered in the classroom, each pair of eyes looking at Redana closely.

“I am here to go to school not for useless things like that.” Redana continued, with a loud voice.

“Clearly useful.. useful for perverted brain lo!” after Brooklyn, he attached his index finger to Redana's forehead.

Redana brushed off Brooklyn's hand, she sighed, then looked seriously at Brooklyn's face.

“Papa I never taught me to behave like that, I was taught to go to school properly here because Papa I know it is difficult to study where he came from, Papua. I do not want to tarnish the glory of science with such lowly deeds.”

“A person who dares to tarnish the glory of science with such uncivilized deeds, sometimes is a person who does not understand how noble the knowledge he learns.” Redana continued, then sat back in her chair and continued reading the book I lent her.

Brooklyn clenched its fingers, its lips wrinkled, it passed, and so did all the students.

“Ren.” I sat down next to Redana.

Redana.

“Sorry me and Brooklyn, yes.” I feel bad for Redana because of the misunderstanding Brooklyn has created.

“Gapapa, Syria. Not wrong lo.” Redana smiled to see me.

I smiled awkwardly, then moved on.

“Kak Shana, called the principal.” Said Vino, who was standing under the frame of my classroom door.

Vino is my underclassman, he currently serves as the head of the school's osis.

“Chief of school.” I muttered, breathing heavily.

I met the principal in his room.

“Excuse me, Sir.” I said, after knocking on the door.

“Please enter.” The headmaster, from his room.

I opened the door of the room with nervousness.

“Good morning, Sir.” My broom, as soon as I enter the room.

“Please sit, Arsyana.” The headmaster invited me to sit down.

I sat down on the sofa next to him.

“I think you already know, why I asked you to my room.”  The headmaster looked at me with a serious face, his heavy voice made me even more nervous.

My head bowed, I pressed the tip of my finger.

“The school has hacked the account @lovechocho and has successfully deleted the vidio-vidio.” Obviously the principal.

I just kept quiet, not wiggling.

“I hope this event does not happen again. You are one of the outstanding students in this school, do not smear your own good name with careless deeds like this again.”

“You can go back to class, now.” The principal asked me to go back to class.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I also moved from my seat. Just as I walked out of the principal's room, I saw Khenzie sitting on the long bench outside the principal's room.

“Khen.” Call me, as soon as you see it.

Khenzie.

“What does the principal say?”

I stepped into the classroom, as well as Khenzie who was walking beside me.

“Vidio-vidio it's been deleted by the school.”

“Deleted? How?”

“Account @lovechocho was hacked by the school, said kepsek.”

Khenzie nodded, as if he understood.

“Syan.”

Khenzie intercepted me, he was standing right in front of me.

“Why?”

“Wire!”

Khenzie looks panicked.

“Witch why?” my question, who was curious.

“Hand me.”

Khenzie stuffed his right hand into the shirt, so that it was invisible, he started his silly joke again.

“Apaan anyway!” I tighten my lips.

I passed by leaving Khenzie.

“Seriously very, uh you.” 

I glanced at Khenzie who was walking beside me.

“Less huh? Ga funny huh?” khenzie asked, laughing at the joke he made.

“Gue wants to go to Brooklyn class, go first.”

“Introduction?”

“Ga want, follow.” Khenzie.

I rolled my eyes, lazily.

“Likes lo deh.”

I vaguely heard Brooklyn talk with 3 of his friends, his voice as soon as I almost stood at the door of his class. I pulled Khenzie's hand, took her behind the Brooklyn classroom door, so I could listen more clearly to their conversation.

“Gue is not a problem about vidio-vidio, usually in my opinion mah.” Said Brooklyn, which was met with laughter by his friends.

Both my eyelids were shaking, my heart ached as I listened to the words of Brooklyn that seemed to trivialize the video.

“His lips are blushing, his cheeks are flushed every time near me and his curves are charming.” Continue Brooklyn.

Khenzie was about to meet Brooklyn, with a fist ready to punch Brooklyn in the face but I held his hand, I asked Khenzie to stand next to me and listen. I wonder to what extent Brooklyn has behaved inappropriately like that.

“You bet, no?”

My ears were raised as soon as I heard Brooklyn taking his friends on a bet, whether it was a bet of what kind.

“What bet?” ask one of his friends.