Stay with me, Ken!

Consultation Schedule

The long chair made of white iron in front of Pak Arya's room was already full. So is the chair in front of him. Some students who hold a file box that looks start to saturate. Some of them lean against the wall and look so slick. A few more are still in a strong feud with his phone.

One seat can be occupied by 6 people. While in the corridor there are about 20 pairs that are stacked opposite but only the seats in front of the room are fully filled.

Ken took an empty seat, about 100 meters from the room to be headed.

"Who do you want to see?" ken asked the man who sat next to him.

The man simply turned his face away for a while then looked back at the screen of his phone.

"Sir Arya" he answered briefly.

"Supervisor one or two," asked Ken again. Although he believes this man is not interested to be invited to chat but Ken just wants to know how his experience during being guided by Mr. Arya.

"Two" replied the man again. Briefly not even give any reaction.

"Currently, very sweet," muttered Ken while sneering at the guy with the style of the climist.

Feeling that the person next to him does not want to be disturbed, Ken looks for another busyness. He circulated his gaze, not a single student in the corridor was known to him. Finally he resigned, the only entertainment was his mobile phone.

Despite his student status, Ken doesn't have many friends. So the hp notif that appears on the screen hp his not as many as his other friends. It only keeps a few names in its contact list and has two WA groups. One class group and the other .... While the only sosmed he has is WA and FB.

"Test," one incoming WA message from an unknown number. Posted 20 minutes ago.

"Ting" replied Ken. The message is sent but the recipient is not online.

Ken opened the news online, read the latest information that he had missed a few days because he was busy as a substitute assistant and revised the thesis.

"Yes.." - complains Ken. It turns out that the quota does not allow to use the internet. But he was quite relieved because he could still WA.

"It's still a long time, isn't it? If the down and down pulses are still hunted what not," asked Ken to himself. He was afraid as soon as he stayed even his lecturer left.

"It's still a long time, huh? You see, I'm going to buy a pulse first" Ken ventured to ask the guy next to him again.

"Don't buy pulses, you stay at the top and still have time" replied the man.

"Fear as soon as I get off, he's gone,"

"It's called fate,"

Ken finished his talk. He talks to people who are models like this. Tight and do not appreciate the interlocutor.

"Again a direct test bunting" a WA message is received. It turned out to be a reply from an unknown number earlier.

"Damf. Sorry who is this?"

"Hurry home, I won't be late for dinner" the message read. He doesn't tell her who he is but warns Ken not to be late.

"Hemmm.die again. How does he know my cell phone number?" ken guman.

"It's also only 2 o'clock past, I've also just arrived five minutes" protested Ken again.. He departed from home at 13 because he had to walk first about 500 meters, waiting for angkot about 10 minutes, waiting for the train 15 minutes, on the way to Jakarta 40 minutes, and then waiting for the train, not to mention having to take an angkot again to the campus. He has not bought a pulse so can not ride ojol. If you ride a golfing motorcycle the price likes to shoot at will. Rarely meet a good one.

"I've bought breakfast and lunch. Malem food should be cooked. Point!"

"So we've had lunch" Ken tried to explain.

"Cold term. Don't want to,"

"Jeder. The food was cooked at 12, he had lunch at 14. So spoiled. Is there a microwave?

"Sorry, Sir. He was allowed to leave,"

"Yes, but before magrib comes home!"

"God willing,"

"Magrib my door is closed. If you're late, sleep outside,"

"I want to eat grilled fish, too,"

"Jeder...," again Ken hit his forehead.

Ken did not answer, he only sent a thumb sticker with a large size.

"There is no tolerance. It's the same as telling me to go home as soon as possible" Oceh Ken told himself.

After sending the last message, Al is no longer online. Several times Ken peeked at that WA, the results remained the same.

"Basic is not humane. Where do you want to find fish at this hour?"

Ken saw no movement in the queue while the clock was showing at 15:00 wib. If the magrib must have reached home, at least Ken must leave campus at 15:30 to be safe considering that the train will be full, office hours.

"Dizziness, give permission to campus but time is limited. Where maybe in an hour I can consult if the queue is like this,"

"Buy pulses first so you can pesen ojol,"

Ken departed from his seat, he wanted to go down for a while to buy a pulse because the package was up.

******

Just now that Ken entered the cooperative, the HP in his pocket shook. In a hurry he checked the notification, there was a 3 SMS notification from the provider he used.

Ken is not interested in checking it, because all this time the incoming message is only a notification of the grace period, or their product promo.

"Which xx pulse is 2GB?" ken's message to the cooperative's guard. Given his pocket money is a little, he must save money in order to live until the end of the month.

"However, I check first," the man is seen sifting through the cards in the storefront. It turns out that what he was looking for did not exist.

"Again empty, there is a stay that is 10 GB and above. Wanna?" ask about that service.

"Well," murmured Ken doubtfully. Before making a decision, he checked the money in his wallet.

"Duh," muttered Ken again. It turns out that the money in his wallet is only 250 thousand. If you force yourself to buy pulses, he will have no more fees.

"No, deh. Sorry," Ken apologized and immediately left the cooperative.

"If you want to get out you can miss it. I'd better go back upstairs" she whispered inwardly.

Arriving in the corridor to Pak Arya's room, it turns out that the queue of students in front of the room is quiet. Only the man sitting next to her was still visible there. It seemed like he was sleeping because he was unaware of Ken's presence already standing in front of him.

"Hey, get up," Ken ventured to touch the man's shoulder.

Quite a call, he was awake and hurriedly fixed his seat.

"Why?" ask Ken.

"Kok is deserted. Where are they going, huh?"

My contact the man turned his eyes towards the bench in front of the room Arya sir. He was shocked at that moment.

"Cock?" Mumbled confused. He immediately got up from his seat and stepped into the room of Mr. Arya.

The man knocked on Mr. Arya's room door several times then saw him enter with his slow steps. Ken, who had been behind him, followed what the man was doing.

"Sorry, madam. Mr Arya still there?" ask the man to the woman sitting by the door.

"Have just come out" he answered briefly.

"Oh, work hours are over?" The man muttered again.

"Ke Bina Harapan only mas if it is very important. There were people in front of us who went there, really,"

"Away?" ask Ken

"Cuningan Area. From here it could be 30 minutes,"

"Jeder." Ken hit his forehead.

"When I go there what about grilled fish? Not to mention I don't have a pulse for ojol. Take public transportation can be to TKP center malem. The area's jammed," screeched Ken in despair.

"Good, Ma'am. Thanks for the info,"

"Together, Mas. He was there until 10. It's common for students here to consult there,"

"Yes, thank you," Ken chimed in.

Ken and the man immediately left the room. They came out with lethargic faces and uninspired steps.

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