The Story of Sigma Men

29

The lecturer did not enter again. Zahid. Likewise with other students, join the concoction.

As always, the library was Zahid's escape. His curiosity for philosophy is mounting.

He's a true seeker of truth. He resolved to appreciate the value of truth. It is nothing to lose that he has dived into the sea of philosophy.

He is more content in nature and tranquility than pleasure and contentment.

If he lived in the pre-Century, he would have competed with The King of Three: Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle.

If he lived in the Middle Ages, he would have competed with Al-Kindi, Al-Farabi, and Ibn Sina.

If he lived in the Renaissance, he would compete with Galileo and Newton.

If born in modern times, of course he would be a heavy competitor Auguste Comte.

Zahid did not concentrate on picking up every letter that entered his spotlight. He was silent petrified, without the meaning of the ordered readings.

A bag of this problem that intimidates him:

First, do not pass the State College entrance test.

Second, annoyed by a bunch of people who are very familiar, namely Girang.

Third, fighting with Syarif because of a small problem.

Fourth, ridiculed strange even crazy by his classmates and lecturers.

Fifth, upset because the lecturer rarely comes in.

Sixth, diagnosed with autism, psychic disorders, and brain disorders by his parents.

Seventh, he was hit by slurs by Uzlah because he often discussed the matter of college, which in the end made Uzlah become lazy to talk to him again.

Eighth, is the culmination of a problem that disturbs his mind, namely his first love affair with Devireya which was destroyed.

And the most up-to-date problem, here. Yeah, in this library. Now this!

The woman several times looked at the busy man herself. With twice the distance of the penalty kick, the woman once held the stunned silent man. But baby, the one you see doesn't feel seen.

The woman returned to take care of her diary paper, such as local officials who came from people who wanted to make poverty certificates.

He was busy composing words with his pen. The three thousand rupiah pilot danced on paper, explaining the outpouring of a woman's heart, spitting out the contents of the soul, venting the taste in the knit of the word. His eyes returned to their previous target. Flat-faced. But heart? He sighed, then went back to playing the pen, uploading his feelings with strings of words.

The woman who was wearing the blue rooster moved. His footsteps brought a surprise. And getting closer. Fit.

Coincidentally.

The seat next to him was empty, he thought.

The woman preferred to sit next to the man with a chair between them.

Zahid did not know the presence of a beautiful and sweet woman right beside him.

He was still fighting inwardly, thrashing against every screech that pervaded his subconscious.

He quarrels with his own mind, confronts, tries to dodge the problem that slices his calm. However, slowly the smell of the pungent perfume crawled around his nose. He sucked up that scent. The scent of the ninth problem!

The woman opened the sheets of her favorite novel at random then slipped her diary paper in the middle of the book. He smiled happily.

I don't know what genie would dare to possess that arch-browed woman. It was as if he had planned to read the page after it opened randomly, the result of his non-logical assumptions.

The woman swung her tongue and sex lips as if she was monitoring the reading, “Many people are crazy for being over-obsessed in being a scientist. It starts from daydreaming, then plunges into fantasies, drifts in imaginary waves, and sets fictitious ideals....

So it's like being drunk. Almost crazy in that situation. Very familiar with the imagination. Much silence. Which in the end he became completely insane.” The woman closed her conversation by shaking her head.

Frankly. The eight problems that lay in Zahid's brain were scattered and scattered.

Just now he wanted to find a solution to a bunch of those problems. But, chaos.

But also, fortunately. All those problems disappeared thanks to this ninth presence.

“Symptoms are more silent.” The woman again raised her golden voice, like a radio announcer, who did not know which ear was the target of the contents of her tongue.

“Continue, aloof and social soulless. Reflect often. The failed scientist candidate has a face that is often serious. There was hardly a smile or laughter for him. Maybe the loser doesn't know the term funny and funny. He has a face that is almost always sour. The danger! Don't let me go crazy over science. Don't let me dream of becoming a scientist.”

The woman did just like the movement before her.

Aye! This is the ninth problem. The voice that is not much different from the voice of Chantal Kreviazuk is increasingly crashing Zahid's heart.

Not just the tone and intonation, but the meaning of the rant.

Zahid recorded clearly a noise in the ear, bittersweetness in the tongue, and pain in the heart. He frowned with annoyance.

His face grinned.

He darkened his gaze, then took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled it through his mouth. He was waiting for the monologue talk again.

“Oh, don't let me go crazy for that kind of silly thing.” The woman closed the book. “But thank God, I'm a woman. Kan, the majority who are very pro with that science are men. Hi hi hi. physics.. chemistry.. biology. astronomy. and. Huuffttt.. right! Danger!”

This time he wanted to glance at the face of the man who was nearby. He lifted his gaze without moving his neck.

Eleven o'clock direction. A little more, almost. The eye continued to point, creeping slowly looking for the right point.

Wandering the adjustment in his inner self, he wanted to kill that sense. He wanted to see the facial expression of the person who had once annoyed him.

Yep. People who used to mock literature and its beauty.

Ha ha ha... How about, Beauty Man? What does it feel like if your science is being made fun of? thought.

Now his eyes were up to ten o'clock. And it's stuck. The woman had trouble moving both her eyes again.

If he moved his neck, it would certainly provoke suspicion. The trunk of his nose is steady like a Monpera building.

At the right end of her thin lips was a fluffy smile, a smile of happiness.

After a long time finally arrived also his intention to throw the scolding to the man who had also been interpreted by the word “gila”.

The woman in white did not have much of a motive by having to move her neck a little. He tried, little by little. Lips tasting.

Slowly but surely the spotlight was getting closer to the target of the shoot. The hungry eyes kept on snatching.

I can't wait to see what that man's face looks like. And, a little more. Millimeters by millimeters through it.

Almost the safest view was on target. He held his breath. With her tongue sticking out and her eyebrows rising upwards she continued to break down.

His eyes, head, and neck were getting westward.

“Eeehheemm.

That voice broke his intentions and behavior. He immediately fixed his seat, re-expressing the direction of his face.

Then he shrugged, quickly opened his novel again, and remained, assuming his non-logical: opening the page at random.

However, this time he did not make a sound because of the embarrassment. Deheman Zahid uncovers his sweet stratagem.

“How would it be if there was no science?” Zahid. “Oh, there's no way we can eat well. If there is no science, then there are no instant noodles, no canned drinks, and there will be no favorite food.”

The woman was forced to be a good listener.

“When I go to a mall, say a mini market, I see a lot of science products....

All that food and drink, all that instant, can exist because of scientific journals and because of the discoveries of thinkers and scientists....

When I entered the pharmacy, I saw a lot of drugs. Isn't that because of science?...

When I came to the hospital, I was amazed to see the products of science there. Are there cell phones, televisions, radios, vehicles, and all that technology because of the help of science?...

If there is no science, we are old. If there is no science, we become ancient humans. If there is no science, what can we do now?...

There is science everywhere! There is science everywhere! So, if we don't understand science, don't oceh!”

The woman was silent and stunned.

“We should be grateful to the scientists who have worked hard for the progress of this age. They fought for the benefit of the people after him, for us-us. Don't even get mocked!” reply Zahid seriously.

Without further ado, he turned his gaze towards the woman. But, stay slow, not stirring. Patiently he looked to his right.

He pecked at the table with his index finger, while raising his eyebrows.

Zahid's eyes did not reach her face. With a flash the woman pounced back through the glare of her ferocious eyes, quickly. Lightning fast!

That woman is super aggressive. But Zahid swiftly threw his face at him, casting his gaze toward his science book.

And zero point seven seconds after that Zahid's left hand covered his face.

Zahid was initially resentful, then tried to neutralize the state of his heart. He spoke earlier to cool the weather of his heart.

But, he's awkward. He thought, maybe the woman became upset because of his chatter earlier.

Even so, if he did not wriggle by slamming his gaze, of course he would find the woman's sparkling face, teary eyes, there was a flirting ripple on the right end of her sweet lips.

If he did not cast his eyesight in another direction, of course he would have witnessed one of the phenomena of beauty that exist in this universe.

Zahid really does not know the term hockey, his luck sublimated into the air, invisible, ineffective.

Slowly he moved his chair. The block blocked the woman's view. He grew up not knowing that the woman was the figure who had once cursed him with the words “gila” and “aneh”.

He preoccupies himself with reading.

The woman put on a joyful face. He smiled to himself as if he had obtained something beyond his will.

Awe quietly slipped into the recesses of his soul. Her cheeks are blushing.

Unsatisfied with the incident just now, he again resorted to talk, which is sure to provoke Zahid, because he had not seen the facial expression of a person who when examined then like the Ancient Greek philosopher.

He is still haunted by curiosity and will be satisfied if he already knows how the look of the man's face if mocked.

“Physics...” The woman muttered in a mocking tone. “What's so good about learning something that stifles the chest? What fun? Always serious. There's no funny. Strange formulas, which they say can foretell for tomorrow? Like the science of necromancy. Astronomy again. What is so good about studying space? The self is not taken care of, uh want to study far there. Chemical.. liquids, solids, gases.. huuuu! Make alcohol, tell people to get drunk! Tell people to go crazy!”

This time Zahid was a good listener. He made his eel into four wrinkles, a sign of wanting to hear the next talk, a sign of curiosity.

“BOM! Nuclear weapons! Everybody's dead! If there were no science, the earth would not be like this! War... war and war! Oh, should we thank scientists now? Look at this hotter earth. If there were no science, would the earth be roasted like this? Are we still proud of science?!”

The curse upon Zahid's heart. Of course he'll be offended. This time he realized that the woman was talking to him. The longer he gets angry.

The words of the woman cut Zahid's heart. His eye brows slowly came down onto his nose. He grunts.

“Look at the heads of those scientists! Hair's yawning. Ha ha ha. yawns. Vaporized into the air. Baldies! That's the consequence if most think. So realistic. Be carefull! So realistic, will no longer believe in God, angels, the supernatural, the grave, and the hereafter! Hmm... tuh, right, baha...”.

SRREET!!!

The sound of the chair cut off the woman's speech. Zahid backed off a bit. Without the woman asking for it, Zahid immediately cast his gaze right at the woman.

For the second time they met face to face, looking at each other.

First of all, the woman was angry and upset. And now–for the second time– clashed the two pairs of eyes it happened again, this time the angry and upset Zahid.

Zahid's patience is buried. Blood ran to his face. His veins became tight.

“Basic stupid woman, no brains.”

And, it has been justified that this is the NINTH PROBLEM!

“You don't know anything. So don't talk much!”

And the woman already knew how the handsome man's face looked. Without having to analyze for a long time, without having to pierce deeply, he knew the outpouring of anger that was like a burst of heat from the bemoaning.

Without any order to be expelled, the woman scrambled.

He stepped onto a chair near Zahid with a surprise.

But now he left Zahid with disappointment and tears in his little heart.

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