"Kolej Ungku Deramat has stood for decades as a fortress of iron discipline, strict hierarchy, and unbroken rules-until the day it opens its gates to female students." Entering Kudrat as part of the very first co-ed batch, I prepared myself for strict prefects, hostile stares, and ruthless school politics. What I didn't expect was Tunku Ghafar. As a prominent member of the elite High Council, Ghafar is everything the school fears and respects-sharp, unyielding, and impeccably composed. Yet whenever the halls empty and the campus falls quiet, he is the only one who steps out of the shadows to protect me. But the deeper I get pulled into Kudrat, the more the pieces don't add up. Ghafar is hiding something behind his sharp uniform and quiet smiles. And in a school built on secrets, finding out the truth might cost me everything.

Ungku Abbas 1968. A year away from home. A school built for boys. A programme that was never meant to be ordinary. She thought KUDRAT was only another beginning. She was wrong. Because some places teach you how to become someone new. Others teach you what happens what could you lose. - English dan Bahasa Melayu Dialogue

forced into an arranged marriage to save her family, Wan Mastura breaks her promise to her first love, Piji, by wedding Abdul Ghafar (Pa)

"Kau tak takut kat aku ke?" I stopped in my tracks, turning my head to look at the towering figure leaning against the brick archway, his dark eyes watching me beneath his messy fringe. I tilted my head, offering a small, unapologetic smirk. "Muka garang macam tu nak suruh aku takut? Kat Sarawak, rupa macam kau ni bersepah kat kedai Laksa... jenis masam sebab mee tak sampai lagi." A sudden, genuine laugh broke through his chest-a sound so rare and warm it melted the dark, suffocating air of Kudrat instantly. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Adoi, budak ni... mulut tak nak kalah langsung." "Bukan tak nak kalah," I murmured softly, taking a small step closer to him under the zinc roof. "Cuma tak aci kalau kau sorang je boleh usik aku." Before the heavy title of Kapla claimed him and before the High Council turned his hands to iron and violence, Kahar was just a boy at Kolej Ungku Deramat drowning under the weight of his father's shadow and the suffocating expectations of an elite institution. He built his armor out of silence, cold glares, and defensive walls. Then came the straight-A transfer student from across the South China Sea. A brilliant scholarship recipient who flew all the way from Kuching, she didn't care about Kudrat's social caste, the prefect hierarchy, or Kahar's feared reputation. To her, Kudrat was just a stepping stone to her future-and Kahar was just an overly brooding senior who kept blocking her way to the library books. Teduh Untuk Kahar explores the cute, playful sanctuary they built in the quiet corners of a brutal school: a romance filled with gaduh-gaduh manja , stolen moments during monsoon downpours, subtle Sarawakian warmth melting through rigid Peninsular walls, and the sweet innocence of loving a boy before the world forced him to become a monster.

To the rest of Kudrat, she wears the silver badge of the elite. To him, she is the one flame he can never afford to touch. Growing up on my family's estate, I knew two fundamental truths: Pa's authority was absolute, and Piji was the boy who bled for it. Back then, behind the rubber trees by the well, I was the only one who bandaged his cracked knuckles and wiped away the blood while his mother cooked in Pa's kitchen. Then came the night Pa banished Piji and Abbas from the grounds, tearing our childhood to pieces. Three years later, I step through the heavy iron gates of Kolej Ungku Deramat as a newly appointed member of the High Council-Pa's personal eyes and ears on campus. But the boy who once let me clean his wounds has turned to stone. Hardened, dangerous, and fiercely guarded, Piji looks right through me, treating me with an icy detachment that cuts deeper than any blade. What the school sees as cold disrespect is a lethal secret: Piji knows that if Pa catches a single whisper of us, his mother back home will pay the price in blood. In a 1968 boarding school governed by fear, iron rules, and suffocating class divides, we are forced to play a high-stakes game. He must push me away to keep us alive-and I must decide how far I'm willing to go to burn down the crown Pa gave me.

"Aku tak minta kau dengar, budak London. Aku cuma bagi tahu. Kalau kau nak selamat kat Kudrat... kau ikut cakap aku." Raised quietly in North London away from her father's legitimate family, she thought moving back to Malaysia would finally earn her a place in his life. Instead, she is thrust into Kolej Ungku Deramat (Kudrat)-a ruthless boarding school where the High Council rules by fear and underground boxing matches settle political debts. To survive Kudrat, her father gives her an shadow: Abbas. Stern, terrifying, and fiercely quiet, Abbas blocks every dark corridor she tries to walk down. She thinks he's an arrogant, overbearing prefect intent on ruining her freedom. What she doesn't know is the leash around Abbas's neck. Her father holds his full scholarship and his family's home as collateral. One scratch on her, and Abbas loses everything. But as the High Council's leaders-Pa and Uda-turn their eyes toward her, Abbas's cold duty morphs into a dangerous, fiercely protective devotion. He wasn't supposed to care. She wasn't supposed to trust him. And when the High Council uncovers the secret contract that brought them together, the truth threatens to burn down the only safe haven they built in the dark.

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦌་༘࿐ ┆ ⤷ ungku abbas x reader as tengku melur junita binti ꒰ father last name ꒱ 　⤷　₊　𓍢ִ໋𝄢 WARNING 🧁 Childhood friends -> enemies -> friends -> lovers , slightly romantic themes , jealousy , 1960s setting , major violence & slow burn. An Unforgotten Familiar is a story of childhood promises, bitter misunderstandings, dangerous loyalties, and a love that refuses to remain buried. Because how can you forget someone who once felt like home? Once, they were each other's home. Now, they are nothing but familiar strangers. Di sebalik kekuasaan KUDRAT, tersimpan kisah silam, dendam, dan rahsia yang belum terungkai. Ungku Abbas bin Ungku Deramat never forgot the girl , Tengku Melur Junita binti { F /L / N } who left him behind. Melur Junita never forgot the boy who once meant everything to her. Two hearts, a thousand misunderstandings and a past that refuses to stay buried. Sebab ada kenangan yang tak pernah mati , dan ada manusia yang tak pernah benar-benar dilupakan.

KUDRAT 1968: DI SEBALIK LARANGAN Two wealthy families. An old feud. A forbidden love. Syed Ghafar is a quiet, book-loving prefect. Dahlia Sofea is a graceful Javanese girl with a passion for pottery. Their worlds collide at Kudrat, but an old family feud and Dahlia's arranged engagement to Tengku Iskandar stand between them. Some hearts are never meant to fall in love. But what happens when love becomes impossible to deny?

"jangan sampai tamak awak ni makan diri awak sendiri, Tengku Uda." Daeng Adra Seroja, seorang wanita berdarah kacukan Bugis-Johor yang dikenali dengan tutur katanya yang lembut. Seorang yang sentiasa melayan sesiapa sahaja dengan penuh hormat dan tidak pernah memilih bulu dalam berbuat baik. Namun, kelembutannya bukanlah tanda bahawa dia mudah dipijak. || [ TENGKU UDA x DAENG ADRA SEROJA ] ||

Two leaders. One strict boarding school. A war for the same girl's heart. Tengku Uda commands the room with royal confidence and smooth charm. Abbas watches over her from the shadows with silent, protective devotion. Set in the vintage aesthetic of Kolej Ungku Deramat in 1968, Dua Sisi Kudrat explores the origin of High Council brotherhood, secret handwritten letters, and a love triangle where status means nothing against true sincerity. "Ada benda yang tak perlu dikongsi, Uda. Sebab dari awal... dia bukan kepunyaan sesiapa."