You approached Sabiru's desk again, arms crossed, clearly annoyed. He looked up at you, balancing a pen between his lips and nose, pouting. As you glared, the pen fell.

"Pay the class fund," you demanded.

Sabiru sighed, leaning back in his chair, uninterested. "Nanti."

"Sekarang," you insisted, your irritation growing.

"Tomorrow. Next time."

You lightly smacked his head, and he groaned, pretending to be in pain while pouting. Without hesitation, you grabbed the keys to his superbike from the desk. Sabiru quickly tried to stop you, panicking since he had just bought it.

"Please don't... How will I get home, Sayang?" he pleaded, grabbing your wrist.

"Sayang, my ass. Bayar kas kelas!" you retorted before walking away with his bike keys. Sabiru chuckled behind you, enjoying the sight of you getting annoyed because of him. It was his way of getting closer to you, his secret crush.