DORM WITHOUT CONTAINER
CHAPTER 42: FEAR OF THE FIRST
Seven less than a minute...!!!
Then he only had one minute left to cross half the dormitory and storm into the laboratory room. You see, the Pharmacology practicum is never late a minute!
"Well, it's another one too late!" robby cheer up. He was perching sweetly in front of the Canteen door while devouring a piece of fried banana.
"Come on Ham, hit the gas!" kiki Goda. The kids have been in since!" Further.
"Damn it, bad luck waking up!" imham grumbled without reducing his running speed. Throw her bag into Kiki's stomach. "Titip bag, Ki...!"
"Well, as good as his own stomach! Don't want to, ah!" Be late. The body of Inspiration has vanished behind the walls of the Anatomy and Physiology practice room and the non-medical emergency practice room continues to go to the Pharmacology laboratory.
Seven minutes and a half...!
And his friends have taken out papers. Doggone.
Quiz again...!!! Quiz again...!!! Quiz again...!!!
In a hurry Ilham entered the Laboratory while wearing his lab-coats.
"Why is it too late?" reprimand the Pharmacology Assistant on the doorstep.
"To WC, As. Stomach pains." Usual. Students, especially those like Inspiration, are trained to lie.
"Get in quick." The Pharmacology Assistant said again.
Fiu, congratulations...!!!
Rushing Inspiration looking for an empty bench. And the corner of his eye caught Made's cue. Good...! The bench next to him Made was still empty. Special times items are provided for Inspiration. But fuck! One of his lecturers, begging for mercy, the most fierce again, was heading here!
"Sit here, Ilham...!" he said as he waved his hand, pointing to the row of benches that were at the very front!
"Local Doomsday Violence," the snort of Ilham was almost inaudible. In his drag his feet past the bench of his friends. Completely Brazen on purpose they were all covering their mouths holding back laughter. Not even Ilham had time to sit down, the Pharmacology assistant had started reading about.
"Well, wait a minute, As! I don't have any paper!" Without further permission, Ilham grabbed the Ika paper, and tore it in half. The piece was returned to its owner who was mocking riled. The other sheet immediately gave him a name and number.
"Number one: Mention the Acute Intoxication Symptoms of Medicinal Pharmacology."
Blank.
"Number two: Describe the therapy."
Empty again.
"Number three...."
Empty again.
"Number four...."
Empty again.
"Number five...."
Empty all.
Ilham glanced to the right and to the left in agitation. Knock out's. The lecturer did not want to leave from there either. His eyes met several times with the eyes of Ilham who was bothering to roam for prey. What can be done, just fill it haphazardly rather than empty. Wrongly? Salah can't join the practicum today.
"Yes, now collect all the exam papers each in front of the class. And back to each other's tables." Finished, bewildered Inspiration in the heart.
Drowning, he walked to his desk. All because of Ririn who was Galau yesterday, the time to make a birthday party in the dorm until twelve pm. It is still a good thing Ilham did not fall asleep in the dining room of princess C's dormitory.
"Who's the experimenter this time?" ask Ilham while yawning wide.
"Mighty deaf" spewed an uproarious inspiration. "Come on, who's our trial guy today?" Saying Ilham back.
"A week ago I was!" sahut Ranti quickly.
"I have too!"
"Me too!"
Well, this is ordinary. If it's their turn to be trial practice people they must be noisier. Everyone admitted to everything.
"How about Martina?" proposed Made Soft.
Here comes...!!! The spirit of Inspiration suddenly awakened again. Martine. Whynot? Martina is beautiful, gentle and quiet. His smile reminded Ilham of the star Kartika Candrawati.
Without refuting any more, Martina finally climbed onto the trial table. Together with Insham and Made, they release their labs and hand them over to Martina. As if not looking at the lab-coat threads of Made, Martina turned to Insham and accepted the labs.
The lab-coat's spreading over his thigh. Covering the south pole and the north pole of his body from the mischievous target of the eyes of other students. Instantly Ilham looked for a position, the most strategic place at the end of the table. From there Inspiration can pretend to write while enjoying Martina's unclosed calf.
Aaah, if the lab-suits were a little shorter, just a little more Wow!" Inspiration in the heart of course.
"Try De, count the pulse again" said Debby who was busy noting. "It's been half an hour since he's taken the medicine." Further.
"Let me measure," sambar Ilham immediately. "You just take note, De. You have to make a report, right? Well, just note the neat and true yes!" Saying Ilham gave command.
Made no longer had time to curse, Ilham had encouraged him to immediately go to carry out his duties. Ilham smiled gently at Martina and directly placed the three middle fingers onto the pulse on the girl's left wrist.
Martina hurriedly lowered her head. Those witty eyes, always smiling, couldn't bear to look at him. It seemed that those eyes were able to read his entire mind, as easily as a book that was open and page by page could be read out of hand.
His smile! Oooo, an innocent smile, a smile of lewdness behind a row of flat white teeth, was unable to help Martina calm her heartbeat.
"One hundred and twelve" said Ilham calmly, as if nothing had happened.
"Well?!" made and Debby jump off the bench. "Why is it so fast, Ham?" The words came out of both of their mouths.
Inspiration shrugs shoulders. "Why ask me? Ask the assistant, will you? Well, that's him coming here!" Inspiration Reply.
"Don't mess around, Ham!" menacam Made is angry. "He's been lying there thirty minutes, already taking the medicine again! It can't be that fast. Try measuring in a minute, maybe you're counting wrong!" Continue Made.
"Yes, Ham," Jhon chimed in. "Don't count in a quarter of a minute, try again. It will be hard to make a report!" Say Jhon then.
Let alone one minute, ten minutes to an hour. What's better than holding Martina's soft arm right now? But the problem is so other if the assistant is walking over here!
The danger!
"Where's your lab-coat?" reprimand the Pharmacology assistant to Made.
Lazily Made showed his labs. "This, As." Answer Made.
"Why not wear it?" Ask the Pharmacology assistant.
"Hot, As." Made a wry orange smile.
"Wear it!" the Pharmacology assistant's orders were firm. Then his eyes shifted to Martina. "He should be delivered home later." The Pharmacology assistant.
"Let me take you to the dorm, As!" cut Inspiration as soon as possible.
Scared first...!!!
"So soon I said that there were unpleasant effects from the drug" the Pharmacology Assistant said again before leaving their desk.
"Because he won't get stuck." Ilham smiled after he felt that the assistant was far enough away to hear his words. Then, looking at Martina and her eyes began to speak together, the charm spread smiled sweetly.
