Theft of the Future

Chapter 6

Now the question is, who is that woman, what does she want with

The pace, and where is it?

If it is a fan of Laju from his school, why is it only now he

popped up? Is he a fan of High School Superior Hope? But the pace is not

saw him among the mob who followed him to the mall to eat meat

smoke.

Then who is he? The pace wants to ask for certainty of what the woman has

it did to him that night and what did those dreams mean?

Or maybe he was the one who planned all these plagues,

contact the academy, and cancel the invitation?

But, if the woman has absolutely no relationship with

this event, what could he do? The pace wasn't sure he could give it

another invitation letter to be accepted into the academy.

The pace is actually quite confused whether this woman is a variable

or the important part or not. He was furious, riled up, and annoyed at the thought

the trouble that came to him. She's confused. What really happened

his life?

Why is everything so difficult?

But he's rethinking. This dream is an important dream for

be faced.

There was another unrest that Laju felt deep in his heart. She hates

to say and admit it. In addition to the invitation letter

unanticipated, he could believe that the dreams had

veracity.

And it has to do with his future.

Getting into the academy is a promising start. It is also free if

he has not been able to come to terms with his past and nightmares.

After all, count for the wind, refresh yourself, and search

other sausages. There is no harm in visiting High School Superior Hope. Some

his acquaintance could definitely help him. No one can refuse and say no

to the tricks that Laju used for ‘bergeman’ to him. Everything's certain

can be controlled by the pace.

“No need to think much,” exclaims Rate in heart. “Everything is certain

it will be easy as always. This will only be a quick visit.”

It's already afternoon. But some students still look actively passing by

at school. Even though it was evening, basketball practice should still be running, though,

don't you? Actually Laju did not know about the schedule that was put in place. But he's gone

just go to the field to play guessing on his own instincts.

“Hah! Life is too easy,” he said hearing the sound of shoe squeals,

the reflection of the ball, and the screams of those who were sweating. Para

the student is still training. “Then, it's time for the mission to start!” Prattling

stepping, looking here and there, guessing who he could roughly invite

speakin.

“Oh! Look who's coming. What's he want? Humiliate his opponent

lose?” Said a player. “That's it, Ju! You will not be welcomed here!”

It would be very awkward to go back to this school. But what else?

Just let the hate speech go. The comment is not important and not

it will affect your life. While some students sneered at Laju, some

others welcomed him, especially the coach who had been upset with him.

“What?” Ask someone who looks pretty handsome, with a posture

the good one, who was wiping the sweat around his body. He wasn't

contact Laju, nor did he throw him away. But he still confused why people

as Laju came to him, like there was some business that he wanted to settle. They

not know each other.

She smiled and gave her hands to shake hands. “I

Swift. You?” he said introduce himself.

“Yes I know. I'm Edward. What do you want?”

“First, let's sit down first. I have a little question about

the girls you might recognize,” call Laju pat Edward on the shoulder and

take her to a chair.

“Why are you so confident? Do you know anything about me?”

“Oh haha! Don't be so low. I know you are a student too

popular right? I can tell just by looking at it. Good physicality, good face

handsome, and some-” hasn't had time to finish, basketball coach interrupts

their conversation.

PRIITS!

The sound of a whistle is just as annoying wherever you are.

“Space! We're in the process of training, you know! It was as if you interrupted and

stealing Edward who was clearly in training condition. Kena-”

The pace of exhaling, interrupting reply. “So. If I help

sparring exercise are you satisfied?” His question was full of ridicule. The coach certainly

just beringas see the nature of his haughty. But of course the invitation was accepted

by the coach. This particular exercise is certainly not to be denied.

Three-fight training

three were implemented. The match looks very intense. The coach finally

he can give real advice to his players. But for some reason, he

still angry at this exercise.

Wh why? The answer is a pace that casually always invites Edward

speaking, even though Edward was off the field, Laju was still able to maintain focus

to keep scoring, or even give sweet passes to

his team-mates.

Even in the condition of Laju was daydreaming, standing still without defense

upset, when the coach thought Laju would collapse hit by a ball with

high speed from behind him, the pace can still provide a reflex

it was perfect and made the game go as it was. What the fuck

that it? It was as if Laju had eyes on the back of his head.

The match practice is over. Swift

leave without saying goodbye, when the players were reviewing the game just now.

Everyone was upset, everyone was furious at Laju's arbitrary actions. But

they are just wasting time, because they are wasting time.

The pace remained in disbelief Edward could not recognize women accordingly

the description. Although it is true that Edward almost recognized all the disciples,

especially the students in this school, there is nothing resembling the explanation of Laju.

Now, the pace goes without direction, around the hallways, and the classes

blank. Passing through the canteen which is still crowded with students for snacks

in the afternoon, hoping he could meet the white-haired woman, who might be able to

quizzed.

It's a shitty mission, but it won't be categorised

as a defeat simply because one thought would get information with

quick and easy. Because, if you think about the identity of women

which human has white hair and is not recognized by

whole school.

Thinking hard. Identity what else does Speed remember about

this lady? Diamond eye? Cold touch? I don't know. The pace is still confused.

Until a woman shorter than him was walking alone,

looking down, passing Laju quietly while wearing a white head ribbon on

her head.

Wait for. Why does the body feel familiar?

His turning pace followed the movements of the woman in front of him, trying to dig

again his memory of the presence of women last night. One second later,

speed Memory such as shock and dysentery. Quickly The pace immediately moves

his hand to catch the woman, preventing her from leaving

Swift.

Grasped very harshly, violently, and full of anger. Emotionally

that overflow, hot heart, as if Laju had just caught a class criminal

snapper.

Of course the woman was shocked, also nervous. With that hand

trembling and afraid, he felt discomfort from Laju's hand

holding it tight. It hurts! That's how he feels now. His eyes are soft,

want to shed tears. He was eager to fight, let go, and

yelling for help to everyone.

But he was silent, not opening his mouth.

hysterical and violent seeing his dream idol is taking a walk at his school.

But what infuriated him was his behavior, to the woman he held. Terribly

uncomfortable to look at, very damaging to the view. Oho! He knows.

“Space! Don't choose the wrong! She's a cripple, you know! Hahaha,”

the laughter of a schoolgirl, followed by friends around her, was also followed

the whole canteen. “He is mute! Gabisa talk. If I'm mending

same cat from Delphia. Cats are more useful and useful than

rich chick she's.”

“Hahahaha! Nge-nguh-ha-ahh-ha Ung-ng-ngikk-ugh-ghh-hhh. Ngeeh-eheengg-nggh,”

someone is pretending to be unresponsive, pretending they cannot talk normally.

“Del, del! Life is so gini! Her voice was like an animal, tau!”

Another, clasping his hands and fingers as if

doing sign language to Laju and Delphia. Followed by a voice like

a primate in the woods, who was laughed at by his friend.

“You're a human what an animal, anyway? How does gabisa talk? Hahaha!”

The canteen made fun of the woman, who was being gripped

The pace, which could not speak, was named Delphia. The pace of looking

the source of the voice, startled, relaxed his emotions to anger, and let go

the grip that hurt Delphia.

The pace looked at Delphia again who was still lowered, trembling, trying

hiding, disappearing from the canteen right now. Although not gripping

again, Laju's hand still kept him quiet on the spot. Not going to let go

it was just a person who could play an important role in this future.

“Sorry. I hurt you, huh?” The pace starts the conversation, with a smile

very handsome, which made the whole canteen envious and spiteful to Delphia.

“You are very similar to my acquaintance whom I wanted to meet. But maybe this

not a suitable place, yes. Hahah!” The pace rubbed his head that did not itch,

let go of Delphia's hand, ignoring the whole cafeteria that just made fun of

Delpian.

“I wait at the gate, yes. I'll buy you a meal at the mall next door, or

whatever you want. I really want to talk to you, Del!” Exclaims

The pace, which then went from the canteen, left those who were still

being silent, not believing what had just happened in front of them.

***

Now, Laju and Delphia are at the restaurant waiting for the food to come.

As the whole school ridiculed, Delphia really didn't talk.

Although Laju picked him up at the school gate, walking, trying to start

conversation, to order food. Delphia kept her mouth shut.

Confusion rate. He should start how to interview people

who does not speak. At least, if you look closely, Delphia and

the woman who came to him in the park last night was really similar.

There was progress from his unrest, despite the unrest and other problems that

came after.

Eventually, Laju decided to conduct an interview that could only be answered

yes and no, so Laju can still get the information he wants.

But, before that please enjoy a meal that may be forgiving

the behavior in the cafeteria earlier made Delphia uncomfortable.

One thing is certain. Delphia could still open her mouth.

Sure oes. How does he eat if he doesn't open his mouth?

“So did you come to me last night?” Ask a Rate

after all the dishes are clean of the leftover spices food.

Delphia silence. He could have nodded or shaken in agreement

or a denial of what Speed asks. But this is all outside of him

can talk and respond or not. Delphia's nervous. Even when eating

he had to breathe a lot in order to calm down and swallow food.

The pace of waiting quietly, with the tap of a finger on the table. Her face

still trying to smile, giving a comfortable atmosphere to his new ‘friend’.

But Delphia understood too. The smile that Laju gave also at once gave

pressure on this girl. Makes Delphia start freaking out again.

In the end, Delphia nodded in expressing her agreement, that it was her

who came to Laju last night. Delphia is the one with the hair

white, a touch of cold, and those eccentric diamond eyes. And with

this confession that stated that Delphia was not human, Laju began to panic.

What purpose? How could he change his appearance? What do these monsters want to come

to him? How many friends came with him? What he's doing

on Rate? Can Delphia see the future? And a million other questions

who desperately wants Laju to ask.

Delphia was silent again. Cowering in fear, also trembling. Her eyes

looking here and there for help. The pace of remembering something. That wasn't

questions that a guy like Delphia can't answer

speak. Breathing rate. “I'm sorry,” he exclaimed with a fake smile

othersmore.

When the condition is still awkward and no conversation has occurred,

The pace turned around aimlessly, looking for something that could calm him down

from frustration. Oho! He gets inspiration, which he can't

used well too.

Although there was already paper and stationery in front of Delphia, she did not

you can, you don't want, you don't have the ability to answer. BRAK!! The pace hit the table in front of him.

He's out of sense and patience. To the stage where the pace is sick of

look at the face of this mute girl.

He was even confused whether continuing this interview was still possible and

useful, or just wasting time.

His sense is right. Delphia is not a variable or an important part

in his life. Although it is important, why should Laju care? Nonexistent

the reason for him to give his pity and sympathy to Delphia.

The pace of believing in yourself.

Although she was a little useful, Delphia was unlikely to give a letter

academy invitation to Laju, right? No way!

Instead the problem can be more organized and get solutions. Gathering

it has no benefit at all, except to make it all back

messier. The pace felt not strong, his anger exploded. He looked again at

Delphia who couldn't look at him straight away as she directly lowered her head

hide out.

“Haah~!” The pace continues to breathe. He stood up, went to the cashier, paid

all the things that have been ordered by him and Delphia. Step out, go from

the restaurant with the heart still hot, left Delphia who was still sitting,

looking down alone, frightened, confused, until his tears came out

splatter. People just think this is a trivial love monkey boy

youthful. No one cares so much, except to laugh at how silly the child is

young time sekarnag.

So what can Laju get from this meeting?

It is better to say that this is all in vain, rather than guessing dizziness

and scrutinized the answers based on the gestures Delphia gave.

It was only natural that people would panic and not be able to answer

well done in the interview. Especially if both do not have

emotional closeness, especially to strangers. But Delphia wasn't happy

can I meet Laju? No one knows. He was scared in the restaurant.

Normally, the people that Laju brought would definitely squeeze him like a dairy cow, though,

without regard to the pace as a human being. But as long as Laju gets what

he wants, he doesn't care.

Just this time he got a troublesome ‘friend’, which can't

be persuaded by all the facilities that can be given. “Cannot be people

don't like money, do you?” the question is not on anyone in the car inside

journey home.

Another long breath was exhaled. “Long day yes, Mr Laju!”

The driver shouted from behind the wheel. The pace does not respond, except with deham

the lazy.

He no longer cared about uncertain possibilities.

Hypothesizing time is over. It's time to go back no matter and

focus on yourself. His future is still out of shape, except from the pieces

calamitous.