Lily For Angga

Part 72's

"why do you see this guy has a grudge?" Ezra and Angga walked side by side out of the room.

"Masa? It's just your feeling." said Angga, he patted Ezra's shoulder "Gue want to go around you come?"

"Males, I'm going home to bed."

Angga just flicked his shoulders, he twisted his body and walked in the opposite direction. Ezra looked at Angga's back that was getting away, for some reason he felt that Angga was indeed holding a grudge the same as the noisiest man earlier.

"That's it, stupid!" He yawned while walking towards the parking lot.

Angga went around a little nostalgic, when he was a child his mother often brought him to this campus. Now he will be a student at the campus, but not his mother who became a lecturer.

He stopped in front of a poster, a poster of a smiling woman to the camera much written reviews about the campus around his image. Angga does not understand why even use the picture of his mother? There are many lecturers there.

He turned his head as someone also stopped beside him, an adult man who might be his parents' age. The person also looked towards the poster he saw, Angga did not care and looked back at the poster.

"You're a prospective student here?" The man asked breaking the silence.

"Yes, Sir!"

The man nodded his head, it was only fitting that he had never seen before. He glanced at Angga who was still looking at the poster in front of him, but somehow he felt familiar with the young man's face.

"What's your name?"

Angga turned the position of standing facing him "Anggara Pak, Anggara Erlangga."

"Erlangga?" The man looked at Angga then saw the poster and then to Angga again "Don't tell me you're Agni's son."

Angga smiled little "I'm Sir."

He stared in amazement, however before he had only seen Angga as a child. He patted Angga's arm telling me a little about his mother when he was a lecturer, Angga only occasionally wail when asked.

"Sir Rector!" The two of them turned their heads as the office staff approached, whispering to tell them about some business.

When he saw Angga he raised his eyebrows "You Anggara right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You familiar?" The rector asked

"Of course, he is a student candidate recommended by the campus, he is also a student who passes with full grades."

Angga could only smile a little, he felt embarrassed if anyone said that for some reason, even though it was not embarrassing. The rector looked at Angga while chuckling, he was not surprised considering who Angga's parents were.

"Thank you" he said.

The rector then left Angga alone, he looked back pensively at the poster in front of him. Ah he forgot to ask, why is the photo of his mother used as a poster?

Once satisfied he went back around, he saw the library, the cafeteria and some classes, everything changed a lot. Angga just hopes that his college period is not as dramatic as when he was in High School, he just wants to be a student who comes and goes home on time, a student who is only confused by courses and assignments.

He shook his head, retracting the words he only wanted to be in the maelstrom of duty. If you can't want to be in the center of any task, yes that's the hope.

"Today's really my bike." he said, he took the key from his pocket he was going to the office but before he went there he wanted to eat first.

"That's your motor?" Someone approached him, Angga nodded his head as he climbed onto the motor. "It's best to push into the workshop first."

"Why?" Angga stared at his bike, still neat and like untouched.

"Sorry before, actually I'm the one who mingled the motor lo." Angga nodded and had no problem with that "The reason there were some people was a fad of fiddling, so I reprimanded and moved."

"It's okay, thanks."  Angga patted the head of his bike and muttered "When he bought it last week, it's hard to get it."

The one who moved his motor looked at Angga, he stared at him from above until he saw his appearance. He is not a layman so know that Angga clothes are not cheap, but see it is shabby and seems to have long and often used, it is not difficult to get cheap clothes with quality from traders trift.  

"In front of the campus there is a workshop, mending lo there." he said.

Angga agreed and thanked him, he retracted the key of his motorbike then pushed it out of the parking lot. Angga who remembered something turned his head towards him, he did not seem to be carrying any cash.

"Any, can I minjem money you don't? I'll go to college and change" Angga said.

The man immediately took out his wallet to take the money from there, he also said that Angga did not need to replace it but Angga refused and would still return it.

"Who's Lo's name? What majors?" angga asked, he pocketed the hundred thousand in his pocket. "Gue must know your name to return your money."

"Gue Indra, business management."

Angga understood he also said that it would not be difficult, Angga because he took the same direction as him. Indra stared at Angga's back away while pushing her bike, she always felt sorry for the students from the family from the class puffing down. Students who like Angga can be a monthly month on campus that contains children from various upper class people.

True as Indra said, once out of the campus he saw the workshop not far from there. Angga quickly pushed his bike there, he explained to the person working there as Indra had said earlier.

"It's not really the first time." The owner of the workshop explained that his motor brakes were in the brain or "Somewhat do they think."

"This is dangerous and can take people's lives" said Angga, he stared at his motorbike.

The shopkeeper laughed "No matter they kill or not, our country is weak against the rich. Please!" He pointed to the pliers beside Angga "Two years ago there was already such a case, the culprit only stayed overnight in prison then was released. The reason was unintentional, but after investigating he was the son of a businessman who knew some insiders."

Angga could only mutter and listen to the story of the repairman

"Now he's getting more disinclined on campus, despite how many times he's been in law and wants a D.O from school anyway." the guy shook his head not understanding anymore "It seemed like they would only be afraid of people whose family position was higher than their family."

"I thought only the thought of the elementary High School boy, it turns out that on the college bench the same." Angga sighed, once again he just wished he didn't collide with them.

The repairman laughed "They haven't really experienced what life is like." he looked at Angga "Did you enter there through the scholarship?"

Angga was silent not intending to answer, for some reason he was lazy to do it.

"What are your parents' jobs."

Angga scratched his non-itchy head, he smiled a little like a shy child.

"My father only has a small business, my mother is an ordinary teacher" answered Angga who is not entirely lying, his father is only a businessman and his mother is a teacher on the campus.