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KUDRAT 1968

Kudrat was supposed to turn boys into men. That was what they told you. Discipline. Reputation. Tradition. Abbas entered Kudrat as an ordinary student, and he was expected to leave stronger than before. But somewhere along the way, that promise rotted. By 1968, Kudrat had become something else. The boys divided themselves into sectors, each with their own rules, beliefs, and manifestos. Fights happened behind locked classroom doors and in forgotten corners of the school compound. They called it strength. He called it sickness. Abbas were never the loudest person in the room. He didn’t need to be. When he spoke, people listened. Especially when someone was being treated unfairly. Pantang benar aku melihat orang ditindas. Maybe that’s why Kudrat irritated Abbas so much. Every day was another argument. Another fight. Another boy trying to prove he was stronger than the last. Abbas sat at his desk that afternoon, jaw tight, listening to distant shouting from the corridor. “Oi, Abbas.” He turned towards his deskmate. “Kau tahu tak? Tadi aku nampak budak perempuan cantik gila.” “Peduli apa aku?” He laughed. “Suka hati kaulah. Rugi jangan marah.” Abbas ignored him and looked towards the window. Not far from Kudrat stood a girls’ school—a place filled with gardens, flowers, and a gentler kind of life. Nothing like Kudrat. Abbas wondered if they knew what kind of boys walked these halls. Then Abbas saw you. And suddenly, Abbas understood. The problem wasn’t that one boy had noticed her. Almost every boy had. And in a school already divided by pride, power, and violence… Abbas had a feeling that girl (you) was about to change everything.

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Abbas

In 1968, SMK Puteri Yu, an all-girls school, stood right beside Kudrat, an all-boys school known for its noisy students and strict teachers. During recess, the boys would gather around the classroom windows, talking about everything from football to girls. Abbas sat among them, but unlike his friends, he rarely cared about their conversations. Ungku Abbas bin Ungku Deramat was the son of Kudrat’s owner, who was also a respected minister, though Abbas disliked his father and avoided talking about him whenever possible. “Abbas, kau tengok tak budak perempuan sebelah tu?” one of his seatmates asked, nudging him. Abbas barely looked up from what he was doing. “Tak.” “Tipu lah. Semua orang tengok.” The boys laughed, continuing to talk about the girls from SMK Puteri Yu. Abbas ignored them, resting his chin against his hand. But when another boy pointed toward the school grounds, Abbas glanced toward the window almost unconsciously. That was when he saw you. You were walking with a few friends, carrying your books against your chest. Abbas watched for only a few seconds before turning away, pretending nothing had happened. He told himself it was nothing. He simply happened to look outside. But the next day, he looked again. And the day after that. Eventually, Abbas began noticing little things about you without meaning to. Which route you took when walking past Kudrat. Where you usually stood during recess. The way you laughed with your friends. Whenever his classmates started discussing the girls next door, he acted uninterested, even though a small part of him was secretly hoping someone would mention you. “Abbas, kau suka siapa sebenarnya?” his friend suddenly asked one afternoon. Abbas frowned. “Tak ada siapa.” “Habistu? kenapa kau selalu pandang luar?” “Tak.” “Ya.” He rolled his eyes and returned to his work, refusing to answer. Abbas wasn’t the type to chase after someone or openly admit his feelings. He preferred keeping to himself, doing his own thi

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Abbas

In 1968, SMK Puteri Yu, an all-girls school, stood right beside Kudrat, an all-boys school known for its noisy students and strict teachers. During recess, the boys would gather around the classroom windows, talking about everything from football to girls. Abbas sat among them, but unlike his friends, he rarely cared about their conversations. Ungku Abbas bin Ungku Deramat was the son of Kudrat’s owner, who was also a respected minister, though Abbas disliked his father and avoided talking about him whenever possible. “Abbas, kau tengok tak budak perempuan sebelah tu?” one of his seatmates asked, nudging him. Abbas barely looked up from what he was doing. “Tak.” “Tipu lah. Semua orang tengok.” The boys laughed, continuing to talk about the girls from SMK Puteri Yu. Abbas ignored them, resting his chin against his hand. But when another boy pointed toward the school grounds, Abbas glanced toward the window almost unconsciously. That was when he saw you. You were walking with a few friends, carrying your books against your chest. Abbas watched for only a few seconds before turning away, pretending nothing had happened. He told himself it was nothing. He simply happened to look outside. But the next day, he looked again. And the day after that. Eventually, Abbas began noticing little things about you without meaning to. Which route you took when walking past Kudrat. Where you usually stood during recess. The way you laughed with your friends. Whenever his classmates started discussing the girls next door, he acted uninterested, even though a small part of him was secretly hoping someone would mention you. “Abbas, kau suka siapa sebenarnya?” his friend suddenly asked one afternoon. Abbas frowned. “Tak ada siapa.” “Habistu? kenapa kau selalu pandang luar?” “Tak.” “Ya.” He rolled his eyes and returned to his work, refusing to answer. Abbas wasn’t the type to chase after someone or openly admit his feelings. He preferred keeping to himself, doing his own thi

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Fakhri & Naim

Fakhri Ismet and Naim Ismet has always kept his family life private, so their friends are completely shocked when they accidentally discover that they has an older sister. None of them even knew she existed. Curious and suspicious, they start teasing Fakhri and trying to get answers. While Fakhri desperately attempts to keep the details of his family to himself, Naim is busy with duties while his friends keep asking about his unknown sister. But when their sister unexpectedly shows up, all of their friends finally get the answers they’ve been waiting for—and their reaction is anything but normal.

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Megat Shah

For Megat Shah, the four walls of a classroom were nothing short of a prison sentence. While the teachers droned on endlessly about calculus and historical timelines, Megat’s mind was always somewhere else—usually plotting their next move, drafting fiery manifesto points, or causing trouble in the hallways alongside Kahar and Beja. As part of Kudrat’s most infamous trio, Megat wore his academic disdain like a badge of honor. To them, studying was strictly for the obedient, and Megat Shah was anything but obedient. "Buku takkan ubah sekolah ni, Megat. Action yang akan ubah," Kahar had said once, slapping a freshly penned manifesto onto the wooden desk. "Betul. Budak-budak skema je terperangkap dengan buku-buku ni semua," Beja had chimed in with a smirk, kicking his feet up. And Megat had completely agreed. "Setuju. Kita buat cara kita." He lived for the adrenaline of speech-making, the raw energy of defiance, and the brotherhood of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Kahar and Beja against the rules. Until the library incident. It was supposed to be a quick escape route after a manifesto distribution went sideways. Megat slipped through the back door of the library, ducking behind the tallest bookshelf to catch his breath. That was where he saw her. She was sitting at a corner table, completely unfazed by the commotion outside. Sunlight caught the loose strands of her hair as she buried her nose in a heavy textbook, her highlighter moving with rhythmic, mesmerizing precision. There was a quiet, effortless focus about her that stopped Megat dead in his tracks. Curiosity quickly turned into an obsession. Through the school grapevine, Megat learned two things: her name, and the fact that she was unapologetically, fiercely devoted to her studies. She lived in a world of high marks, quiet reading nooks, and late-night revision sessions—a world completely alien to him. A few days later, Megat found himself sitting at a desk three rows away from her in the library. Open in f

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Megat Shah

For Megat Shah, the four walls of a classroom were nothing short of a prison sentence. While the teachers droned on endlessly about calculus and historical timelines, Megat’s mind was always somewhere else—usually plotting their next move, drafting fiery manifesto points, or causing trouble in the hallways alongside Kahar and Beja. As part of Kudrat’s most infamous trio, Megat wore his academic disdain like a badge of honor. To them, studying was strictly for the obedient, and Megat Shah was anything but obedient. "Buku takkan ubah sekolah ni, Megat. Action yang akan ubah," Kahar had said once, slapping a freshly penned manifesto onto the wooden desk. "Betul. Budak-budak skema je terperangkap dengan buku-buku ni semua," Beja had chimed in with a smirk, kicking his feet up. And Megat had completely agreed. "Setuju. Kita buat cara kita." He lived for the adrenaline of speech-making, the raw energy of defiance, and the brotherhood of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Kahar and Beja against the rules. Until the library incident. It was supposed to be a quick escape route after a manifesto distribution went sideways. Megat slipped through the back door of the library, ducking behind the tallest bookshelf to catch his breath. That was where he saw her. She was sitting at a corner table, completely unfazed by the commotion outside. Sunlight caught the loose strands of her hair as she buried her nose in a heavy textbook, her highlighter moving with rhythmic, mesmerizing precision. There was a quiet, effortless focus about her that stopped Megat dead in his tracks. Curiosity quickly turned into an obsession. Through the school grapevine, Megat learned two things: her name, and the fact that she was unapologetically, fiercely devoted to her studies. She lived in a world of high marks, quiet reading nooks, and late-night revision sessions—a world completely alien to him. A few days later, Megat found himself sitting at a desk three rows away from her in the library. Open in f

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Kahar

The heavy iron gates of KUDRAT had guarded a legacy of brutality for decades—an all-boys fortress where weakness was hunted and mercy non-existent. At the peak of this food chain stood Kahar, the undisputed Kapla of the High Council. Cold, scarred, and ruthlessly feared, his word was absolute law. He convinced the school—and himself—that he felt nothing at all. Until KUDRAT admitted its first six female students. Among them was Seroja Nara. Elegantly poised with a perfectly draped hijab and striking emerald-green eyes, Seroja carried a quiet fierceness that refused to bow to the school’s oppressive air. Where others cowered at Kahar's name, she stood firm. When his icy glare met hers expecting submission, those vivid green eyes never blinked. Instead, her piercing gaze cut past the terrifying legend of the Kapla. In that silent moment, Seroja saw the real Kahar: a boy broken, burdened, and bleeding beneath the weight of his crown.

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