Theft of the Future

Chapter 3

One second after losing consciousness, Laju felt himself being

in a very dark room without boundaries. After himself

a little more consciously, Laju sensed that he was floating around

middle room.

From within the darkness, came a dazzling light that ate him back.

The beam moved Laju from the all-dark room towards the passage

in front of the classroom in the school, as if Laju is progressing and working on a problem in

chalkboard. In fact, the attention people are giving is still centered

to himself. But, this was definitely not the atmosphere and feeling he recognized.

Everyone now hated him, shunned him, and sneered at him.

His anxiety became real.

But what happened afterwards was even more terrifying and terrifying.

The pace that walked back to his seat saw a hand not

looks nosy reach into his desk drawer. Took and stole a letter

that looks like an invitation letter from the academy he got thanks to

his performance and abilities.

This problem could lead to the path of law. The letter, the paper

that, that document, was an item that contained his hopes and future. Letterbox

it was a way for him to live normally in the future

at the same time making peace with the past and his nightmares.

Theft is like stealing Laju's future. Unstudied

only if he brings the law into this matter because he wants to secure the future

front, right?

The problem was, the invisible hand was also simultaneously making an invitation letter

the academy disappeared without a trace like it was eaten by the wind. It's certainly not something

that can be cracked down on the legal track because the culprit doesn't even exist.

Who stole your stuff? The invisible hand? No kidding!

Then, if it was not the law that could make it, who else could? Is

he can still overcome that one-sided theft alone? Wait, the pace should be

you can still ask for help, right? What about the principal?

No. gabe. Can't do. The whole school hates him, remember? The pace can no longer

ask for help by selling his charisma as a superstar disciple.

If his status as an accomplished student cannot

help him, then who? Oh, men! Isn't that what friends mean?

A friend is a relationship between two or more people who are mutual

it's both necessary and profitable, right? We help each other if friends need it

help, right?

The pace of rethinking. He should still have friends, right? Aye, right?

The pace starts to panic. Cold sweat also sprinkled.

For what all the eating, all the laughter, all the time sacrificed

to all ‘ his friends’ if they can't help him? The pace of going there

come here, get a glimpse of the silhouettes of the people he knows. Seeking someone

who can talk to and talk to him. Help him find

a solution in the midst of such chaotic conditions.

But again, the whole school is really super serious about hating him.

Everyone completely threw away his face and refused to just talk

with Rate. This applies to all basketball teams, their classmates, and even their peers

students who admired him. He tries to remember where he was wrong

speaking, misbehaving, mispronouncing, wrong doing something that makes it

so shunned.

Is he overreacting in judging friends?

Is he overdoing it in his bragging?

No. gabe. It wasn't his fault. He only answered the questions asked

to him. That's a fact anyway! Not a mere lie. Nah! It wasn't that

the reason.

As it turned out, the answer was behind him when Laj was confused

sitting petrified in the school hallway.

“Awas, Ju! You are blocking the way,” said a familiar voice.

He tried to look back, but the man had already hit and dropped him.

Afterwards, Laju actually went up black when he saw his figure. He tried

get up, want to argue with the man, even fight with him if

necessary.

It's Fadli.

“Be careful what you do, Ju!” Called his friend

now stand up to protect Fadli. “Go! Don't you realize that this

all your fault!?”

“Wrong? What's wrong with me!?” Shouted Lance to his friend.

Fadli stared cynically very sharply. The burning pace looked at him.

Also scared, intimidated, until he curled up and turned himself around. Wait for.

Since when...., the contents of this ruined school?

He just ran to the corner of the school to see the condition

normals. But now, everything's ruined like there's an earthquake, there's

backside.

Aghast pace. He's back in the body again. But what was in front of him was not

again the school hallway, but the playground is in the complex. Fadli

walk away with ‘mantan’ friends Laju. They entered the car

rate Favorites with drivers that Laju knows as well. Why is the servant now

serving Fadli? They defected to blame Laju.

“This is your fault, Mr. Laju!” Call the servants.

Confusion rate. He's scared too. She should what? She can't

think. He stands. He forced himself to stand up. Does he have to run

any more? He doesn't care. Back to body and trying to run away from all

this destruction.

“This is not happening! This is wrong, this can't happen! I didn't

was wrong! I was never wrong! I can always fix it! Pardon me! Pardon me! Sorry!”

He cried as he ran towards the darkness, in the void, in his dream

it's gruesome. On a blind morning that wakes the chicken up before it even crows.

The pace of waking from his sleep. He just had a nightmare?

His body was soaked with sweat. His breath was cut off, he was panting, he

weary.

He looked around to make sure. He was in his room, sitting in

on his padded bed in the morning blind, just had a dream.

“Everything is fine,” Rate make sure yourself. “Everything is fine

just.”

No. gabe.

Everything's not okay.

It wasn't just that nightmare that destroyed the morning.

Mixed feelings when you wake up are not pleasant.

Sunlight spray can not be enjoyed to the maximum because of it. But that

doesn't matter. He can't be so controlling his dreams, can he? But why

everything's just so fucked up like this? Why people like to bother

other people's lives, anyway?

Now Laju is in the dining room with an empty table, except for the plates

and spoons and forks. His face folded, completely folded. Him

exhaling a long breath. He was disappointed, very disappointed, confused, and also

very upset.

There was the voice of the old woman who continued to apologize beside him. But

that doesn't make the breakfast come any faster, does it? Stomach screaming. They

rumbling. His heart also screamed, even becoming hot. Until continues

to the speed that screams, moans, rallies, to the lamp that

hang on the ceiling.

“What the hell!? Why the hell!? Keep eating breakfast how long it takes

done!?” Finally Laju opened his mouth, though not to devour

the food. His servants were somehow not painstaking this morning, very

careless, absent-minded, like a confused child.

“Pardon Mr. Laju, but there are some obstacles from-..” That came out

from his servants was none other than an apology that had been uttered from the morning.

Fatigue. He chose to close his ears.

Since Laju came out of his room, there have been many reasons expressed

by the servants who vary from one to another to

cover up their mistakes in taking care of the house. Is that reason made up?

At first Laju did not care so much, until he had to experience the worst morning

which ever existed.

I wish this was the worst morning for her.

Finally someone from the kitchen brought the food in a hurry. He brought

laju's favorite hot soup, hoping that his master's mood improves.

Jrub!

The wheel table carrying the soup actually faltered and fell apart

wasting the breakfast that Laju had been waiting for. The confusion until not

can say anything more. No more words to represent

his disappointment, his annoyance, his indignation, this morning of his ruin.

“Ma-sorry Mr. Laju. But, But-..” Her voice was stopped. It's not necessary

reason for nothing else. The pace is no longer strong to think. He just took a sheet

the seemingly clean bread on the wheel table that fell down earlier for the

eaten.

He went to the front porch, ready to go to school.

But the morning was far from normal. Or maybe his life?

Smoke from the engine of his favorite car that should have been prepared

to take him to school.

“Why, sir!?” Ask Laju to the driver with a light laugh,

sarcastically, with a faint smile.

No. gabe. The pace does not require a single answer.