ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter LXXXIV: The Guts Test

The distance between the rented and lecturer housing is not too far, but must cross the campus area which is quite large. No need to borrow a motorbike. It is better to walk, as well as to burn calories buried in the stomach. After all, Mr. Kusumo Sastrowardoyo asked to meet after the Maghrib, so the conditions were not hot.

It's just that the odd thing is the dark campus atmosphere at some point. My campus is still overgrown with trees and surrounded by marshy land, thus creating a haunted impression at night. Especially in the GOR area. The road in front of the GOR is paved, but there is rarely a motorbike or car that passes through it, because it is located on the outskirts of the campus. The streetlight was also partially dead, so complete was the horror when walking through the area. Though access to Lecturer Housing must pass through GOR.

Actually I don't really believe in the mystical stories that develop around GOR. It is common knowledge around GOR many unnatural sightings. Some witnesses said that around this place there are beautiful students, there are women in white dresses, and such.

I don't really care about those scary stories. What I'm afraid of is the crimes committed by humans. Dark and deserted places are easy targets for criminals to find prey.

An invisible creature may simply be startling, without hurting. While humans who have bad intentions sometimes do recklessly. They do not want to hurt the victim. Moreover, this is Surabaya which is famous for its high crime rate. This is what worries a little.

I tried to gather positive thoughts before leaving. In my heart I thought, nothing deserves to be robbed or snatched. The money in the wallet is only a few pieces of tens of thousands, while the phone is also old output. Deliberately a rather good mobile gift from Andre I just left, so as not to provoke crime. Sometimes the appearance of ‘pretend poor’ is needed to prevent crime.

After the Magrib prayer, I was ready to leave on foot. The atmosphere is still crowded along the front road of the contract. Unfortunately the atmosphere turned gripping as I turned from roundabout towards GOR area. The feeling is already haunted by feelings of anxiety and unpleasant. I started to get into the dark area. Even if there is a light lamp, not too bright because the power has decreased eaten time. I gathered all my courage, stepped up quickly.

It was raining, but I just ignored it. I only wear a jacket to prevent the documents that want to be preserved not splashed with water. The cold bites the skin, so I walk while crossing. Every now and then I subdue my gaze to prevent puddles or gaping holes on the pavement.

On the left side, there was still a swampy land overgrown with wild bushes. The sound of frogs is earthy, combined with the sound of crickets. Sounds reasonable, but actually a bit creepy because it is supported by a gripping atmosphere.

In this silent condition, the heart beats faster. I intentionally did not look left or right. My eyes focused forward looking dark. Several motors flashed, shining light onto the face. It makes it a little calmer. The old GOR building looks sturdy standing, creating a haunted impression. If the holiday, GOR is filled with students who just jogging or playing ball. This condition is inversely proportional at night.

To ease the tension, I prayed in my heart to be given salvation. My mouth is also unceasingly singing small songs so as not to focus too much on this dark atmosphere. I accelerated, hoping to get to the MIPA campus quickly quite bright. Usually some students still hang out while playing guitar there.

Incidentally, the location of the MIPA campus is very strategic, because it is adjacent to the central BAAK office, canteen and library. Of course, if you pass through the area, you will feel safer. The MIPA campus area is like the heart of the city of this campus. Many students spend the night chatting here, as if the center of life.

Actually, I don't really like spending obscure time gathering outside, while spending glasses of coffee or igniting cigarette sticks. Maybe some people think I'm anti-social. No problem, that's their right. I am a small community of men who do not smoke. It's not a matter of males not being male, because I think that between cigarettes and virility is uncorrelated. The male is evidenced by the appreciation of men for women.

I hope tonight's trip wasn't in vain. Kubela-belain for the guts test walked through the GOR only to get one signature of assistance. There are normally ten times the assistance. So this is actually just his skin. Not to mention if there are revisions, of course, the number of face-to-face with supervisors will swell from what should be.

At least the story of the struggle during this lecture will be a classic story worth telling in the future. Life is always flat like a flat screen television is boring. Sometimes we need variety to make life more colorful. The colorful life is diverse, will enrich the experience, so it will be wiser and empathic honed.

I still walk through the darkness of the night. The rain still leaves small drops that splash the earth. Wanted to arrive soon, but was tired of walking too. Maybe because all this time I was sitting a lot at practice work, so walking a little was tired. Whereas before work, leaving for college which is a good distance is no problem.

Suddenly my feelings are not good. I felt like someone was following behind me. I dare not, but I hasten my steps. The atmosphere was getting darker, because there were no lights. At first glance, I think back to the scenes in horror films. Run anywhere never survived a serial killer. It's not a horror movie, it's the real world. I will use all my efforts to survive, even if someone does that.

Not to mention being aware of what was happening, I felt a strong hand pull my body backwards. Of course I'm surprised not to be a bitch. It was revealed that my history was about to end. I almost fell down because of the rough pull. The atmosphere around was still quiet, so it was impossible for me to ask for help from others.

The rough hand pulled me forcibly, then pushed back behind the dark bush. I could not see the look on the faces of these men who behaved violently. I can assure you there are two. My mind is resigned if he wants to steal money, a cell phone or a watch. What matters is not my life!

One of them clutched the collar of the shirt, brought my face closer to his face covered in some kind of cloth.

“You're Abi?” rough snaps.

Holy hooch!

How did this barbarian know my name? Yes, maybe I'm famous, but not that famous. I can feel his breath full of anger. His eyes threatened. I wanted to scream, but my tongue felt bad. Stoked esophagus. Inevitably, I must face this alone!

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