The Sons of Sultan

Feel Rivaled

This morning was not like yesterday, Artha was walking uninspired straight-eyed walking, whispers that were still lulid to him were no longer bad for him.

"Door!"

"Shar, you again you again!" pekik Artha was surprised to stop his steps.

Eshar chuckled for a while then changed his serious expression seeing Artha rather another this morning. "There's a paga, Ar?"

"Why?" Artha asked confusedly.

The study time is still half an hour away, Eshar invites Artha to sit in an iron chair available in the classroom hallway. "Lo again thought what, the way daydreaming."

"There's something I've got, Shar."

"If you can tell, what is it? But if you can't, neither can you."

Whether it was just his feelings or not, it was like someone had been stalking their house all night. At 19:00 just returned from the stall, his eyes glimpsed the shadow of someone hiding behind the front tree of his house. Time helped close the shop, the shadow was seen again. While studying in his room as well, his ears heard clearly the sound of footsteps moreover there was the sound of a man grimacing hissing in pain. Father and Mother looked all over the yard, but no one. Not to mention her nightmare story about her parents, ahkk.

"A hunch or whatever it is, hopefully nothing happens to your family. But maybe it's just your hallucinations, the effects of being too tired to learn Olympic preparations." Just that is all that Eshar can suggest, honestly all the stories of Artha was indeed reasonable, but not mumgkin also he increasingly scare Artha.

After Artha had calmed down enough, they walked to their respective classes. With a smile on her lips, Eshar gave her the book she had been searching for all this time.

Entering the class that is not good at all, all students one room has not been close to him, still impressed indifferent and blatant his ridicule as a village girl and hypocritical girl.

The teachers who taught in the classroom had gained new counterarguments besides Ashira, Artha had also often come forward to explain what the teacher ordered. Ashira inflamed feeling rivaled in intelligence, what else Fana said earlier if this continues to happen can shift the ranking position that Ashira has defended desperately. That can't happen.

It seemed like Ashira had to act more resolutely on Artha so as not to seize her position, her head nodding in approval to the idea that Fana had made.

The break bell rang, all the students rushed out of the classroom. No one realized that Fana had bribed Derika to give the spare key to the classroom, enter secretly swapping Artha's book which is still neatly stored in a bag with the book she holds. Smiling satisfied, Fana locked her class again there would be a next plan.

Otha and two other female students helped plan for the fee from Fana of course, one of the girls pretended to ask for help to be accompanied to the school biology lab which was right at the end of the hallway. Artha, according to him, did not know what room was in front of him at this time.

Money is able to make anything, even Miss Derika deliberately damaged the cctv aisle to the warehouse for Fana's plan. The two female students don't even know and have never dealt with Artha, the money gets them dragged along.

"WOIII!!" Artha bangs on the door of the lab room that was locked by the girl she helped earlier.

What else is this? Artha was really frightened by this room, dark what else there was a statue of a human organ on display made her goosebumps. Until the sound of the door opened his eyes, not to help him but Ashira who came and without warning immediately pushed him to the floor.

"If you say that to me, that means you admit that I'm smart, too. But why should you also feel rivaled by you? Isn't it good, huh? Oh, I understand. Or maybe you're actually pretending to be smart, or am I smarter than you?

Ashira is further ignited by the emotion of hearing the words coming out of Artha's mouth, with all her might pushing Artha until the sound of her head hit the end of the lab table.

Artha was not on standby, the balance was not awake so that the tip of his forehead hit and make the pain teranat great.

No, it's out of his control. Seeing how painful Artha was to the point of crying out in pain, Ashira panicked. His steps back quickly closed the door, but before that did not forget he pressed the AC control remote to make the temperature cool down completely, according to Fana's instructions. Artha's steps quickly ran towards the door, sliding the chair that was blocking her.

"Cold, Ma. Cold, sir."

Tweet for help but no one came, it's been 5 minutes the cold has penetrated the skin. Unable to think clearly anymore, Artha walked looking for anything that could wrap her body. Opening the closet, there was only a wide but thin cloth and carpet that had begun to weathered.

Wrapped his body sat in the corner of the room crimping several tables, still the cold was not resisted. His lips began to freeze, his skin had begun to wrinkle, his eyes began to glisten for help the esophagus was felt mute.

This hallway is indeed quiet, considering that today there is no scheduled visit. The extremely cold AC temperature further drained his energy, rubbing his hands was no longer strong. Not to mention the wound on the forehead the more his head pain also feels dizzy once.

Her tears fell in contemplation of fate during this new school, the bullying that made her sometimes think of moving the shovel again, not to mention the social status that only from a simple family made the gap very difficult to accept himself being a part of the students here.

His eyes were almost closed but the shadow of the Olympics made his eyes open again, yesterday he was eager to come but now lives are on the verge of death if no one helps him out of here.

Die off?

His eyes began to close again, suddenly his two parents flashed across his veins. His ideals and dreams, how his father and mother were so supportive of him and always gave advice to him. Hard work and sacrifice that he had felt, until one day there was good luck that led him to this school.

Is it that easy to die?

It was getting cold, not knowing how long he had been trapped in this room. Ashira, he's the cause.

Gentlemen, Ma-mama, thol-ong ak-u." Huh!"

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