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4: Etiquette Lesson is damn!

After sorting the letter and the lunch break is over, I change my clothes. More appropriate clothes for the battlefield- etiquette!

I already know that I suck at that lesson even before it started, it's obvious as to why, I'm not that elegan- no, I think I don't have a tiny bit of elegance in my world!

Sleeping in a sofa with tummy visible, scratching my head from frustration even with people watching me, legs open whenever I sit. And worst, I don't take bath and continue reading inside my room or our house non-stop! In short, a 21st century girl neat, freak, geek!

My insides are sobbing in shame.

I think there are even invisible tears running down my eyes. Is it good to be transmigrated as a noble, but right now?

No! Ahh! If only I know this would happened....

I spend all my time grumbling and complaining for the past me while on the way the lesson will be.

"Here we are, Young Miss."

The maid who lead me, as I don't know where to go, stop in front of a huge double door.

"Thank you."

She bow and excused herself.

I left alone gulping my nervousness.

With a deep breath, I knock.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Uh... what's next now? Whatever!

"It's me" I just said.

The other side of the door was silent. Is there anybody in there?

Not possible, I read tutors are firstly to come before the student.

I'm about to knock again when a gentle and sweet voice finally answers.

"Come in."

Okay...? What took her so long?

I push the door open, it reveals a huge room with high ceiling and bright chandelier. Besides that, without furniture, the interior is already beautiful and magnificent!

I hear a chuckle somewhere, I turn to their direction and she's there on a large sofa sitting like a noble she is. Philippine's mother, the not so gently and sweet when it comes to disciple and etiquette, the queen of the house!!

Stiffly moving to her, my body can't cooperate with me, stopping my muscles to move. She may be different from mom but... the author based each family of the characters as their own country, that means- its possible she'll disciple me with tsinelas, broom, and belt like mom is!!

To beaten up with those things is my greatest memorable from childhood until I sent here. If I don't do what mom told me, she will beat me up, something I don't want to be remind of. Not because it hurts but the humiliation is there, huhuhu...

She'll scold me in front of my friends even to strangers. She's that shameless, I'm sorry mom but I honestly think you as that.

But enough, me, she's watching...

Gulp...

Umm... His mom is watching, what? Being conscious to be, I start looking at my self. I'm just sitting with legs open...oh, I see. I'm dead, no, I'm dying soon.

I forgot. I just sit when she invite me to. And yes, my stupidity and poor memory are kicking in that I didn't notice I made my habit, worse in front here. Sh*t!

Clack.

Flinch!

Why do I feel like the atmosphere change? It's...cold.

From the moment she placed her tea cup she's sipping down, the atmosphere has clearly change. That's right, it's not illusion it's reality.

"Even a gentleman won't sit like that."

Flinched!

I flinched again visibly. Honestly, I'm scared.

"It look like we are too soft on you for the passed years now. So... it seems like I have the need and duty to teach you all~ the basics all over again, my child"

Someone, help!

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Hit.

"Wrong step, from the beginning"

Aww... How many hours passed now? 2? 3? No, maybe longer. I'm tired. His body's tired. Let me rest.

Just do it properly now, me! So we can rest. My inner self begs me. Yes, if only I could.

At first, I thought it's going to be easy knowing I see this ploy in tv and such. But man! I'm wrong! If ever I move stiff, she'll hit me. Let's just make my bones soft so I cannot move stiff! If only I could.

"Wrong."

Hit.

From shock, the books in my head fall in the ground.

"From the top"

How could I suddenly memorize dancing like a noble if I need to balance 3 books in my head?! I'm frustrated! Really! I want to cry badly!

I try reasoning out at first but she said that my body memorize it so I need not to worry. "Leave it to your body," she said but why don't I feel like it?? Why?!

After two more hours, it's done.

I must escape. Yes, I think so. That's right! Let's escape. I slam myself in the ground after she left and I did too. And my mind starts planning how to escape this place. I don't want another etiquette lesson ever again.

Knock knock knock!

Gently knocks from the door wake me up from my escape planning dilemmas. So I composed myself, standing up, I fix my posture and reply "enter."

The door opened revealing a maid.

"Young miss, a noble friend came to visit you."

Huh? Noble friend? Oh! Yeah, Philippines has commoner friends too! But which noble now?

"Who?" I asked pretending to be normal but anxious inside. I don't know how to ask, okay?!

"It's Viscount Siregar, Miss."

Siregar?? I didn't know anyone like that in the story. Is she mistaken? Or is it me? Possible me, I'm not the author so it must be me.

Even so, at least the author should write a friend of Philippines now, don't they? He is one of the male lead, afterall.

Thinking deeply, I hold my chin as my head tilt looking up.

Getting what I'm dealing with, the maid spoke once again clarifying who is who.

"Young miss, it's the noble called Indonesia Siregar"

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Author's note:

I change Indo's last name to Siregar. 

Currently, I'm undergoing the editing process of the previous chapters to fix it while picking up ideas for next chapters.