Father & Daughter

"Hahaha..! It was a joke, Mira! Why are you so serious. These meatballs are delicious, right?" Arvita answered, laughing out loud. Even some of the meatball sauce was slightly sticking out of her full mouth.

"Oh my...! ARVITA!! Can't you hear what I'm talking about?!"

"Yes... Mira. And about yesterday? Uhmm, You know, the problem is not with me. If Iwan didn't hit me on purpose. He made me throw away my precious lunch. make it so loud." Arvita replied curtly, without feeling guilty at all.

Arvita remembers what happened a week ago. Iwan is a boy who is handsome and spoiled according to her.

With all the well-known brands attached to her body, Iwan walked gracefully into a crowded canteen room with many students spending their break.

Iwan deliberately nudged Arvita, who had just bought her favorite chicken fries. Arvita, who had suspected that Iwan did it on purpose, certainly couldn't just ignore it.

Let alone apologizing, Iwan even deliberately stepped on Arvita's lunch on the floor and walked past it without the slightest feeling of guilt.

Arvita Desi Mawarni Cahya is a sixteen-year-old second-grade high school girl. She is having trouble controlling her emotions properly.

Without thinking over the risks that will occur, Arvita had pulled Iwan by the collar until one of the top buttons on the man's uniform came off.

Arvita does not hesitate to invite him to fight. She is very confident with various titles of young warriors. She has won many awards in Silat Championships at several district, city, and national levels.

Arvita ease overthrows Iwan, and as a memento of her. She gave an eye sign to Iwan's face.

This kind of incident is not the first time. Arvita, a girl with a height of 1.7m and weighing 116 pounds, made a bummed in a school.

Not only with male students. Even with female students who like to mock her appearance, Arvita often fights with friends she doesn't like.

"Never give up and defend the weak." It becomes Arvita's motto. Not to let go of people she thinks are evil.

But what made her name even more famous in other high schools because of her heroic actions in helping her classmates.

That afternoon after school, Arvita accidentally sees a male student in a narrow dead end because five boys surround him and force him to give them money.

Arvita immediately knew what to do. She helped and beat the five male students.

The wound on her head and the slight tear in her mouth became memories she will never forget.

Arvita arrived home safely, spread her arms, and threw her body hard on the bed.

"Hoamm... I'm so sleepy. How about I sleep. I can do my homework later," Arvita muttered and glanced at the calendar hanging on her bedroom wall.

The number fifteen is circled in a red marker, and a small letter is written under the number.

"Huh?? Today is the junior level exam." Arvita said and immediately straightened her body. She patted her forehead hard.

"Shit!! The test hasn't been prepared yet. Oh my, no time for sleep," Vita shouted annoyed, just walked over to her study table and opened her laptop.

She starts looking for materials that she should have prepared long ago.

That afternoon, Arvita was complete with her Silat uniform. She had worn a black shirt and pants neatly. Immediately, she headed for the training area that was right next to her house.

Arvita had seen her father and three men having a light conversation. Due to the eviction for road construction, Rojali was forced to build a training area on a large plot of land, which he used as a special training ground for his college.

Of course, because he wanted to continue what his ancestors had inherited from generation to generation.

"Kids, listen to me! Today we have a practical exam, okay? And remember, if you have a question that you don't understand. Just ask me?" Arvita said with a friendly smile at the children aged from six to eight years.

At least that afternoon, about twenty children were taking the practical exam. Fortunately for children, Arvita has high patience in dealing with it.

"Arpita..!" Rojali called, seeing that her daughter had already given her last greeting to her students after the material exam.

The hall was instantly quiet.

"Yes, Dad? What's wrong?" Vita asked and walked toward her father.

"I heard yesterday you were making trouble at school, huh? Do you fighting again?" Ask Rojali.

"Uhmm... I have the reason. It's because... you know..." Arvita rolled her eyes.

"Well, the boy needs to be taught a lesson. Just because he's rich kids. So... he can do whatever he wants," Arvita tries to defend herself.

Rojali couldn't help but smile and started glancing right and left. He was too worried if his wife overheard his conversation.

Rojali also put his arm around his daughter's shoulders,

"That's good, Arvita. If you do that, then you're my daughter. But remember, do with slowly when you beat him. Don't use the mainstay moves, okay?" Rojali said in a low whisper.

"Dad?! I thought you were about to get angry." Arvita can breathe a sigh of relief for not arguing with her father.

Rojali smirked even more.

"But remember, you have to study hard for the exam later. I don't want your mother to keep babbling about your behavior," Rojali said.

Vita smiled broadly,

"Take it easy, dad. Everything will go peacefully. There will be no more casualties,"

Arvita replied by giving her thumb to her father.