Theft of the Future

Chapter 44

Not many Laju remembered as soon as he entered the broken door. He was like drowning, breathlessness, tightness, his body crumbling, split apart, torn apart by invisible waves, blown by the wind, pulled by a black hole.

Except, there was one thing he really hated.

His stomach is still nauseous.

But, before he could take care of the matter, there was an interesting fact that he had to face before his eyes.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if it's set up in such a way. As soon as Laju could feel his body again being carried on with his hands, his head, also his feet as a complete human physical wholeness, as soon as Laju's body was like a shock falling through one rung of stairs, once his vision had been restored by the darkness, all Laju could see around him was a public bathroom.

With a slightly dirty room, doors that are only half present, a noisy sink and hand dryer, and a floor filled with screeching blue tiles.

Shouldn't Laju be on another teleportation device as the destination door? Why did he end up in the bathroom? He's conscious, right? His body is still intact, right?

Ah already! The pace doesn't have to think about that. Can't think of that.

There was a need for his stomach that he had to finish first.

“Urgbb....,” Rate is starting to feel nausea that is more severe than before.

He went straight to one of the toilet rooms to remove all the contents in his stomach, to let out his nausea.

“Hoeeek,” but the one that came out was none other than just his feelings, also a little liquid that was deliberately Spit rate.

All right, one problem's solved.

Now, is it time to ascertain where he is?

Speed remembered well that a second earlier he was still between Radit, Adrian, and a collection of monsters in suits in a stuffy basement. Although the procession of withdrawing itself into a black hole is like going on for hours, it still only happens in one blink of an eye.

Adrian kept his promise that this was all safe.

“But did they send me to the right place?”

The pace that was ready to find the answer began to come out of the toilet room, go to the sink to wash his hands while rubbing his face. Refreshing his physique and body, prepare to go out of this public bathroom.

“Wait! What if it was true that I was already in the human world, but I was thrown abroad? Or at least out of town?” The pace that held the doorknob slowly began to question itself again.

Cold sweat began to flow slowly from his gray hair, as well as his increasingly trembling hands. “Haaaah!” Long breaths.

The pace finally chose to hope. He opened the door to the public bathroom and tried to identify, see who the people and the people who are present in this world, in this city?

Ngeeek up!

The door hinges sounded a little loud.

And it turns out, who is in a group of walking passed by in front of the view of the pace is none other than the man himself. Not creatures with strange colors, with extra organs that make no sense, planted bionic machines here and there, or who have abnormal posture.

What Laju saw was nothing but a perfectly normal human being, with his brown skin, his black hair, with all his resemblance to Laju.

“I, go home…? I'm home!?” Laju asked himself, feeling unable to believe what he was seeing before his eyes.

“Hey, excuse me. You're blocking the door?”

But Laju could not linger crying happily and was moved by the fact that he had returned to his hometown. Just now that he was planning to start adapting again to his old environment, there was already a man who chased him away.

Understandably, Laju was standing in the way.

Wait for.

There was something that Laju noticed about the conversation just now.

“I can understand it?”

Before convincing himself further, Laju went from the public bathroom door to go around to whatever was in his neighborhood.

Turns out, Laju is in a building. What kind of building problems he was entering at Laju could not confirm until he saw many signs that showed the direction and purpose of using two to three languages. But, despite the signs and some shops, he was still not convinced until he went deeper.

After 15 minutes he walked around with a small chuckle that caused the people he passed by to feel uncomfortable, in the end Laju could begin to conclude where he had successfully teleported.

This building is a train station, in the city where he lives, in the country that uses his mother tongue, really in his hometown.

“Oh, thank you Adrian and Radit!!!”

While amazed to see around him with hick like the first time he came to the station, Laju inhaled air to refresh himself – which actually makes no difference. But, with his supposed power, Laju felt able to feel the smells of his hometown that he had never cared about at first.

One problem was finally solved.

He made it back, was able to be teleported safely, returned to the city and the right destination, and found a human without a single monster roaming around. Nevertheless, Laju realized another problem.

“Then, how can I go home? Home to home?”

Instantly, he stared musingly and chose to look for an empty chair that could help him to think calmly.

Now, Laj is confused what he must do to make himself able to go home safely and comfortably. He actually returned empty-handed, only bringing himself to teleport. Why can't he think better? Is it because of the pressure exerted by Adrian and Radit?

But there is no point in blaming others.

Perhaps, this was just one of the mistakes in his brain in guessing something.

“I should have asked Adrian for money first,” regretted Laju.

He completely forgot that life is not necessarily about who is evil and worth fighting and who is good to defend. Life is about social interaction that cannot be judged so easily whether he is good or bad. The problem is, not everyone is ready to interact socially, if it does not find a benefit for him.

One of the things that can be a mediation between two parties to interact is money, which is agreed to provide benefits for both parties.

And now, Laju really does not hold a dime of money in his pocket – that he can use to make social interactions by asking for help to take him home.

“Wait, how about the money Parker gave?” The pace of trying to reach into his pants pocket, also his shirt, or anything that has a pocket.

No. gabe. There are two things that dispute this solution for use. The first is due to the different currencies, and the most important thing is that indeed basically Rate left all the digital cards in Parker's office, feeling it would not deal with him anymore.

Can he just ask the security guard or all sorts of people to help him? Helping and dropping off a boy who can't get home from the station?

Initially, Laju felt this was the right solution.

But, in the end he had a little doubt as well that it would happen. Moreover, he did not really want to be judged as a bad boy, which might have a bad impact on his reputation in school.

“Oh? Why did I forget the people at home?”

“Excuse me, sir. Am I allowed permission to borrow his phone to call my parents? I lost them, heheh!” Ask Laju at one of the guards who served at the entrance gate.

“Oh? Please, brother. To which number? Do I want to deliver it?”

“Ah, no need, sir. Maybe I just need to call in about a minute.”

“Oh, fine then. Please wear this, dik!” Seru Satpam who immediately gave his mobile phone to Laju.

“Good thanks, sir!”

After that, Laju also kept his promise to use the security guard's phone for approximately one minute to call his house. As soon as he finished, he returned the security guard's mobile phone and said goodbye.

The pace that had given all the information and confirmation that he was the correct Pratama Rate to his housemaid, went straight to the station parking lot, sat in the chair provided, and waited for the rescue angel to come.

30 Minutes passed, a car that was very fast to recognize came slowly. Initially, the pace of sight was first the entire physique of the car before he actually opened the door. Somehow, once again Laju felt his emotions were overflowing, like being moved and wanted to cry to see the car in front of him.

“What's up, Mr?” ask the driver.

“Ah! No. gabe. Nothing,” exclaimed Laju as he wiped his tears and began to open the car door with a big smile on his face. “Thank you, sir. Let's go home!”

***

There was one thing the driver realized from the conversation he had with Laju along the way. She realizes that she is feeling good about the school holidays that Laju is getting. Because, it really turned his young master into a better human being.

Actually, what they were talking about was not even about the school holidays themselves, nor about the life of Laju.

“It looks like you're happy huh, Mr Laju?”

“Eh? Is that so? I don't know. Hahaha!”

“Very well from Mr. Laju's expression and smile that hasn't stopped since we got home from the station!”

“Oh yes? Hahaha!” Laughter Responds. “Eh, this mall looks like it's newly renovated, huh? Last time I saw it didn't seem like it was like this!”

“Iya. Coincidentally there was a small fire from the store so that the manager chose to renovate the entire building at once.”

“Wah? A fire? I feel bad. Are there any victims?”

“Fortunately there is no. Everything's secure. Even the loss is not big.”

“Thank God…. What's new in the mall?”

“Together, there are various–”

And just like that, it was that kind of pleasantries that they filled throughout the journey. But, even though only from light conversation there is no benefit at all – except to improve the quality of social interaction only. The upir is aware of many changes that occur in the pace of both the nature and manner of speech.

He was very grateful and breathed a sigh of relief.

While it is actually unfortunate that when the journey is filled with pleasant conversations, everything will feel very fast. Just now he picked up Laju from the station, one blink of the next eye they had entered the area and the yard of the super-large Laju house.

The driver felt like talking lightly again with his young master.

“Please, Sir. We've arrived home!” The driver opened the door for Laju.

Similar as before, Laju got out of the car with a joyous expression and a smile that the driver rarely saw. He felt very enthusiastic about going home, like he was happy to be back home.

“Thank you, sir!” call Laju while patting the driver's shoulder.

“…! Eh!?” Surprised the driver who is still overwhelmed by the many surprises he received from Laju Pratama today. But, for the sake of upholding his professionalism, of course he still tried to smile and serve his master well.

Prangs!

Just now a very pleasant atmosphere could be created by Laju which could give so much positive energy around him. After that, even the sound of plates breaking from inside the house and a shout here and there that made Laju immediately flicked his steps on the terrace, delaying the opening of the door to enter his house, where he lived.

It also made Laju widen his eyes so wide, so big, making himself shocked aghast. Instantly, he felt a cold whisper from the demons around him as if he was whispering bad magic and sedition to him.

With a positive heart, Laju immediately tried to expel the whisper, trying not to be affected by anything, as well as bad incitement.

But, as soon as Laju moved his hand, there was immediately a familiar chill as if he was grasping it from behind.

Suddenly, Laju immediately turned on alert to the arrival of anyone who still disturbed his life.

“Eh? What's up Mr?” Ask the driver who is still standing on the side of the car.

“No. Haha! Sorry,” exclaimed Laju who realized there were no more white-haired girls behind him. “Already. Everything has become the past. Now it's time to step up and look into a future that I need to work on even better!” He continued then while simultaneously steadying his heart and intentions.

The pace opened the front door and immediately prepared for everything that happened.

He walked into the living room, where he was last with his father talking. Then she passed a round staircase where she dreamed that her father was greeting her and stroking her. Until he finally gets to the dinner table, the last place he feels an important moment in his life, about the promise of a future that can change his life back to normal.

At first, he was a little afraid of what was really going on from the sound of yelling, quarrels, and the sound of the broken plate.

The voice should be in this area.

Especially because of the dining room next to the kitchen. These two rooms are the rooms where the dishes are stored, right?

As it turns out, all the worries of Laju are just useless.

Because, who was slamming dishes was none other than his own mother who was angry, but not with his father. Instead, with the waiter who was bowing apologetically.

The pace felt no need for an explanation of the incident.

As long as it wasn't the quarrel of his parents, everything became unimportant.

“Ah, Rate!! Have you gone home yet? How was your school holiday, baby?” His mother cried, who immediately turned her attention to Laju who had just returned home. “Nnggghhh! Here son! Hug mom!” yells.

Without any hesitation and hesitation like before, Laju immediately returned his mother's embrace tightly, deliciously.

Either way, this woman is indeed her real mother.

The pace can get warmth as well as a sense of affection that is abundant.

“I'm home, mom!” Exclamation Rate.

“I'm home!” Continue on yourself. “I'm home!” And once again.