The Destiny 41
Firm, Man of the Bound
Seven o'clock in the morning. The weather is so sunny. It's actually too bright. Not hot, anyway
not cold. Today is really worth using to berleha-leha on the bed at least until eleven o'clock noon. Well rather than having to listen to the lecture of Mr. Brito who was busy explaining the first lesson of the Introduction to Law course.
Oath well, how to explain the material of the lecturer is jet-skinned and plontos-headed in the
the middle is really boring. Just make me sleepy. Moreover, the room temperature is quite cold, plus the color of the wall is so white as innocently. But not most old teachers are like that. How to explain the material like a pastor preaching on the pulpit. Impressed not to make the mood
the class is much more alive.
Mr. Brito was so excited to explain the material from the dark green tome
essay C. S. T. Channels. Or, more accurately, he read books
instead of explaining. 70% read, 30% just add a little of the words
said himself. It was also more towards mentioning some actual legal cases. Take, for example, the case of a civilian who has to deal with the world of law
the result of a mailing list that grazed the name of an international hospital.
“...the second, about the legal state of codification in Indonesia. How things are
what is the Code of Code in Indonesia now? Anyone know?–“
His views explored the class. But he didn't seem to be looking for someone who could
answerthe question.
“–So, although concordant with the codification law found in the Netherlands, but not the same in the unity of validity or unification for all groups of residents.”.
While the lecturer explained, Diaz was troubled to face Tiara.
Didn't that girl lose the Friday duel? Why does this woman keep chasing
herself? How many times did he have to say, he only thought of Tiara as a person
a good friend to discuss. Not more.
The more goiter he witnessed Mary approached again by the strange Teguh. Man
pitak-haired man, but given a hair oil spread, then on his neck hung a strange necklace that is often used by shamans.
everything you said.” She said that because she wanted more
focusing on his toughest rival, Tiara, is busy teasing Diaz again.
The man wearing the black shirt and the scrappy jeans frowned
foreheads. “You're serious? The cuisine of a girl as beautiful as this angel has no idea who Pramoedya is
Ananta Toer's?
The girl shook her head.
“Maria, Maria, Maria.” He shook his head full of anxiety. “Maria auhai, <TAG1>,
too much in you. Cuisine you don't know about Pramoedya Ananta Toer? He is the legendary writer of this country. His work, ‘Bumi Man’, is amazing. I was also really amazed by Pram's writing ability.”
Maria giggles. But he still kept his eyes glaring at Tiara
and Diaz.
“Aih, what a sweet smile you had.”
“You're funny too. I rarely, you know, meet people who talk like that again
read poetry. Every time you hear me talk, always make me laugh mulu.”
“Thanks for your praise, dear Maria. I'm very flattered.
How– in return –if I take you to eat at the mall next to campus?”
There's a strange taste. This feeling is hard to explain. Really torturing the mind. Really do
really weird. Why was he so emotionally burned to witness the girl's closeness to a strangely dressed man whose hobby was poetry? Of jealousy?
Diaz jerks. It turns out that all the students even aggressively laughed at sir
Brito who just made a reading mistake.
