Daffa took off his graduation robe and placed it on the table. He walked slowly towards Yoga, folding his shirt cuffs. "Did you bring your friends just to challenge me?" Daffa asked, raising his eyebrows. "Hopefully not," replied the male student with tied-up hair. His name was Galih Dermawan, but everyone called him Galih. "Then why did all of you come here in a group?" Daffa asked, furrowing his brow. "My class is located here!" Galih retorted, looking annoyed. "But I didn't see you yesterday," Daffa replied, pretending to recall. "I was sitting behind you!" said Galih, clearly annoyed. "Ah, so it was you who insulted me yesterday," Daffa said, with a hint of irritation on his face. "So, what do you want?" Daffa asked. "As a member and also the class representative of Class 10A Office Administration, I want to give you a choice," Galih offered. "If it's not important, I'll kill all of you!" Daffa threatened, putting his hands in his pants pockets. The students behind Yoga
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