The Sons of Sultan

Fana Plan

Closing the book with a sweet smile then walking to close the window of his room, sitting cross-legged on the mattress looking up. Tomorrow morning is a big part of his life, may he be satisfied and given the best.

After closing her prayer, Artha turned off her bedroom lights and began to close her eyes.

The sky was still dark but the air of morning dew did not forget to wake him up as scheduled last night, the aroma of his mamah cuisine burst into the air. Artha quickly flicked the blanket running towards the kitchen, mamah forbade him to help Artha better prepare.

This morning's menu is Artha's favorite menu, fried rice mixed with anchovies and beef eye eggs, do not forget to fill the lunch later with a different menu of course.

I'll drop you off this morning, let's be a little late to pick up his work.

Today the Olympics gathered at the school at 07:00 exactly, should not be late considering they left early.

But now? The car suddenly broke down on a deserted road like this, there was a nail stuck in the wheel of the car tire. You do not have a replacement tire, he regretted this time.

Artha's phone suddenly lost its signal, her father's phone too. The watch on his phone already showed the time that required him to arrive at school.

While the others had already arrived and were gathered in the parking lot, the other teacher nagged waiting for Artha's arrival. Garrick was also more anxious, Artha's number could not be reached.

"Garr. Why don't you take Artha to her house?" eshar asked worriedly as well. Eshar hasn't entered the school yet, had to send his friend away from here. Pretexts.

"Artha refused me to pick him up. He said he wanted to leave with his parents" said Garrick, his hand still busy sticking a cell phone in his ear.

Time was almost in a hurry, but Artha had not yet arrived at school. The reserves are ready beside Ashira.

"Shirs. Where's Artha going?" Suddenly Eshar asked Ashira. Ashira's calm face made him suspect a few things, see the instant Ashira's face looks panicked so.

"Where do I know," said Ashira sewot.

The headmaster came and started the prayer

departure, Artha's position has been replaced with the backup. In five minutes they will leave for the building where the Olympics are held.

One by one the bus was sitting regularly on the bench and the pair of their respective teams, Skyler sat first because Garrick was still outside.

Garrick hesitates to go up, to be honest his mood to go along disappears instantly. The feeling was not good, wanting to go reject all this. Again he turned to peek towards the gate, there was no sign of Artha from there yet.

"Garrick!" exclaimed one of the teachers told him to get into the car immediately, sighing violently now that his right foot had touched the stairs of the bus. Before his left foot steps followed his way onto the bus, a clap of someone stopped his leg movement. Turning his body closer to Eshar's face, "Atha's next now. Olympic time is back 25 again."

Not concerned with the furore of the bus that shouted at him, Garrick ran fast to turn on his motorbike directly on the gas.

Eshar smiled in satisfaction, sighing in relief. "Garrick's following Artha!" said calm. "Let's think about it once again to replace Artha, he has shown the best performance and mastery of the material is quite good, he has been training very hard this Olympic preparation. Just because of the selfishness of the father and mother who did not want to follow Artha to his house, it must be done right. Trust me, Garrick will come and bring Artha."

Eshar's innuendo silenced the headmaster and the other teachers, Mr. Erlan smiled brightly. He would always lose the debate with this headmaster every time he gave advice.

The bus had already walked away from the school, with various thoughts to deal with later.

Eshar continued his steps to his class, he had to thank one of the important committee who would grant his request to turn back the time. "All this is for Artha, may you be well" he said in his heart.

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"Yes, just do it." His firm smile warmed up.

"Let's ask someone else to help you out here!"

Artha ran small down the highway, occasionally wiping away the sweat that plagued her gaze. The heat of the capital even though it was still early in the morning was very pronounced, but Artha did not give up continuing to run small chasing time with bad breath.

The father stood staring anxiously at the direction of the road where his daughter had passed earlier, staring at the car tire scatters the rough fate of his. Not long after the sound of a motorbike stopping right behind his car, this teenage boy was one school with his daughter.

"Sir, where is Artha?" garrick asked, his voice drowning in the helem.

"He's walking there! It may not be too far, son!" he slightly raised the volume of his voice.

"I'll go after Artha first!" Garrick gasped his bike after Artha. I smiled with relief that someone was following Artha.

"Yushaaa!!" garrick shouted his motor horn calling Artha who had stopped his steps.

"Get a tight hold, I want to speed!"

"Yes, Garr!" Unknowingly Artha hugged Garrick's waist tightly and their distance was already stuck together.

The motor runs at an above average speed with the ability to drive Garrick who is very good at playing asphalt, entering the alley cut the road was done to avoid traffic jams on the highway.

Can Artha now sing the song 'should I die because you belong to AdaBand?' Closing his darkened eyes on Garrick's shoulders his hands continued to tighten, casting a sinister shadow each time Garrick's motor crossed paths with a larger vehicle.

Garrick thought of anything other than the Olympics, after they arrived at the parking lot of the building then the regret came not to enjoy the feeling of Artha's embrace in the bonceng..

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Fana settles into the toilet to open her pinsel, leaning against the wall of the sink fiddling to call someone.

"Why can Garrick go after Artha! Failed to fail, ahkk! I've paid a lot of money to spread nails on the asphalt, but there's a help that comes just like a child!" Fana clutched her phone, again and again her plan nothing worked.

"Ashira, yes she is. If I have a child, he can act on his own. Hopefully this time it works," he growled and then typed something and sent it to Ashira.

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Account still quiet, if rame continued part two.

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