Bayu looked at her hand, then at her calm eyes. He shook it, his own hand clammy.
“You were scary up there,” Rina said, grinning.
Inside, the room hummed. Boys in neat koko shirts and girls in hijab filled the plastic chairs. Bayu’s team—three boys from the science excellence class—sat on the left, smirking. Naila’s partner, a quiet girl named Sari, squeezed her hand.
Bayu looked at her hand, then at her calm eyes. He shook it, his own hand clammy.
“You were scary up there,” Rina said, grinning.
Inside, the room hummed. Boys in neat koko shirts and girls in hijab filled the plastic chairs. Bayu’s team—three boys from the science excellence class—sat on the left, smirking. Naila’s partner, a quiet girl named Sari, squeezed her hand.
