That morning, Ratna arrived at school like any other day.
Her gaze accidentally met Rey's, who was walking in from the direction of the neighboring classroom.
Just a brief glance—but enough to make her heart race.
Rey quickly looked away, pretending he hadn't seen her.
Ratna pretended to be busy taking out her books, even though her thoughts were still stuck on that fleeting moment.
Suddenly, a chocolate dropped onto her desk.
Ratna looked up.
Harold was leaning casually against another student's table, holding a similar chocolate, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Eat it. It's good," he said lightly.
Ratna eyed the chocolate with hesitation. She picked it up slowly, then handed it back.
"I don't like chocolate," she replied flatly.
Harold stepped a little closer, his eyes sparkling as if he were playing a game.
"Then what do you like? I'll bring it for you tomorrow."
"I don't want anything from you," Ratna said quickly.
Harold chuckled softly—not offended at all.
His smile stayed, as if her rejection only made him more interested.
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During break time, Ratna sat alone in her usual corner of the cafeteria, eating her lunch slowly.
From a distance, Rey sat with Aryo and Tim. He tried to look busy talking, but his eyes kept drifting back to Ratna.
Every time Ratna glanced his way, Rey immediately turned his face aside.
His chest burned—jealousy he refused to admit.
Not long after, Harold arrived with Handy and Sefan.
Without asking, he sat down beside Ratna, casually propping his leg up on the table.
"Ratna, all by yourself?" he asked casually, his gaze deliberately flicking toward Rey.
Rey stiffened. Aryo held his shoulder, silently warning him not to act rashly.
Ratna looked at Harold warily.
"I don't want any trouble, Harold. Please leave," she said softly but firmly.
Harold smiled faintly.
"I heard you and Rey broke up. Since when?"
Ratna flinched. "That's none of your business."
"Actually, it is my business," he replied calmly.
Harold leaned closer, his face drawing nearer.
Ratna moved back slightly—but it was too late.
"You don't need to think about Rey. You can—"
Harold suddenly leaned in and kissed Ratna—quick, light, and shocking.
Ratna froze.
Her blood boiled with anger, humiliation, and disbelief.
From across the cafeteria, Rey shot to his feet, his face flushed with rage.
"HAROLD!!" he shouted.
Aryo and Tim tried to hold him back, but Rey broke free and charged forward.
His fist slammed hard into Harold's jaw.
"Stay away from Ratna!" his voice cracked with emotion.
Harold stumbled, then straightened up and struck back.
In an instant, the cafeteria erupted into chaos—chairs flying, tables crashing, students screaming.
Handy and Sefan rushed to defend Harold. Aryo and Tim grabbed at Rey, trying to pull him away.
The fight spiraled out of control.
Ratna screamed in panic amid the turmoil.
"Rey! Stop! PLEASE, stop!"
She rushed forward, desperately trying to separate the two boys who were throwing punches at each other.
And then—
Harold swung at Rey. Rey ducked just in time, and—
CRACK!
The punch slammed hard into Ratna's shoulder.
Her body was thrown backward, her foot catching on a table.
Everything slowed.
THUD.
The side of Ratna's head struck the sharp corner of a wooden cafeteria table.
The sound of impact echoed clearly.
Ratna went still for a split second, eyes wide—
then her body collapsed onto the floor with a loud crash, her lunch scattering everywhere.
A thin line of blood appeared at her temple, slowly trailing down her face.
Rey froze.
The color drained from Harold's face.
"Ratna…?" Rey's voice broke into a whisper.
He dropped to his knees, shaking her gently.
"Ratna, wake up! Wake up!!"
No response.
Ratna's breathing was faint, her eyes closed—unconscious.
Harold knelt down as well, his hands trembling as he touched her shoulder.
"I—I didn't mean to… God… Ratna, open your eyes!" His voice shattered.
Teachers rushed in.
Students panicked. The cafeteria lay in ruins.
Ratna was taken to the school clinic, then to the hospital.
She didn't open her eyes—
one day, two days.
Rey sat outside the treatment room, his hands still stained with Ratna's blood, staring into nothingness.
Harold stood at the far end of the hallway, pale, unable to step any closer.
That day, it wasn't just tables that broke—
but three hearts that shattered at the same time.