
The man also seemed to have difficulty changing his position, he stopped the engine because it felt impossible to continue the journey if the situation was not possible.
That bad is your mom?
Did he not believe him anymore, let alone he has a source of income that is only from the money of the work of his parents so far. Relying from there, why didn't he think.
Arshal got off the two-wheeled carriage and sat down on the pedestrian's path.
The man looked deathly pale and his blood flowed everywhere.
He had to moan in pain, forced himself to faint on this trortoar otherwise he could have hit the trees or even risked his own life. Being hit by another rider if he carries it with a pale and dizzy state that afflicts him.
Very bad mamahannya.
He can file this case with the police for child abuse cases.
Actually not a child anymore, but this is difficult to forgive again his behavior that crossed the line.
“Eh, uh there are people who quit it!” said the people who are around the housing, still the same as the area one area with the actual Arshal house.
Not far from driving his motorcycle, he has not come out of this housing so many people who look relaxed to entertain every working holiday.
And this they all flocked to Arshal lening unkissed, and brukk.
Surely his body is limp with not his elites roll, falling towards the trench where there is water, yes water comberan. Usually is. And true, this may not be destined by the almighty he fainted in this stinky, dirty place.
To the extent that people who approach him look confused and think about how to help him if he has been exposed to water comberan.
Moreover, his blood was mixed with the water of the comberan, what karma to him.
Everyone who was there just looked on without any intention to help or anything.
Because they all ‘kan ya from among people who work in high buildings, where can tell throw himself in the got.
“Wesh, mending ambulance phone!” get one of the people by shouting through the crowd.
Quickly from one of them also issued a mobile phone, yes although it does not help there is a form for him to help.
Some of the people who were there were screaming for help, yes mothers as usual if there was an accident instead of helping instead shouted at many people to help.
“ADA ACCIDENT WOY, HELP-HELP!” one of the mothers did not know the chronological story instead accused of this tragedy, origin story.
That shout got the people in the neighborhood there on the way out.
Arriving at Arshal's parents' house, make a lot of bodyguards there gather and get out of his employer's house to see who was in an accident.
The big body guards all broke through the people who gathered like watching a fanmeet concert.
Jostle, “Everything! Give way,” one of the guards guides people to give way.
***
While with Gibran, he was daydreaming about his problems with the lecturer who was in front of him. It was hit by the matter about the GPA last semester, which is only discussed now.
He exhaled resignedly, maybe he could bid for his GPA was not revealed to his lecturer, but what could be for his lecturer who always admonished his duties when he wanted to be collected.
Yes so delayed, continue now the results are not satisfactory if this must be addressed through the lecturer directly.
“You want to repeat the semester again Gib? Isn't this going to get close to KKN? I suggest you continue,” one of the lecturers gave advice like that there are also those who refused on the advice submitted by lecturer one.
Lecturer two said another. “No need, you later if repeat will the result is also the same.” Timpal lecturer both who wear oval glasses and body like a Korean. Very dream, Gibran alone until stunned to see the good looks of his lecturer every time teaching.
“But, I think it would be nice for you to just repeat! If later want a meeting or what, the GPA is more important than everything.” The proposal of the third lecturer, this makes me worried from everything because the third lecturer is a role model who is famous for his intelligence and accuracy, and, moreover, this person's head if the pinter person can already be described if his brain is deep not the next window.
Intentionally these three lecturers provide different advice and gutlan. Gibran so pulled his chair to sit that he had been standing without being offered to sit next to the first lecturer.
He eventually became sore himself, shuffling his hair frustrated.
His hand was raised to take a document that contains GPA values that have been clearly displayed, and everything can be changed as long as you intend to yourself. Managing yourself is better. Let the mistakes of the past be corrected and continue a deeper education.
“Pak, can I ask this to my parents?” hail Gibran full of caution.
The first lecturer then replied, “why? Are you afraid to decide?” comments from the first lecturer, the person is slim is like ngegym the person.
Fitnees are usually guarded.
Not able to Gibran once kepentok it talk himself.
Gibran close his mouth, “Not so sir, but this is for Gibran's good if you want to decide. Who knows, our proposal could be considered by his parents, if Gibran believes the same parents are also okay. Want to be in trouble?” refuting the third lecturer who defended kindness and truth for the bewildered Gibran, the look alone was not friendly.
By bending his face and advancing his lips, he wanted to be angry actually but considering in front of him all this ranks of lecturers who have been trusted by the campus to be exemplified in all faculties on campus.
“Iya right sir,” his father who is Korean while upholding justice and losing a landslide, the person is silent a thousand languages while blowing the pen that he played earlier.
“Ya is already your choice, let alone you yes it is with the highest GPA as much as you can defend. I'm sure your results are better in the future,” said his father moved away from this room.
“Iya, I permission to go out first sir.” Gibran's permission bowed and lowered his head, the two lecturers nodded their heads.
“Consider your decision!”
“Iya sir,”
Just this time Gibran was called by his lecturer and he came out of this room.
The room was full of darkness that there said the friends in one class, he looked at his friends the three people were confused.
Everyone stared worriedly and worriedly, there was one person until he wanted to faint, yes this person was said to be somewhat different from the others, rather to the woman of his behavior. Exceeding women lagaknya, if the road is just bent.
Gibran did not care, the important thing is that he was not said as to where his face would be put if it changed drastically to enter the campus with a road that is usually strapping and like men in general, he said, uh told that there are women who look down on him.
“Where is Gib?”
“There is a problem?”
“What are you doing at DO from this campus, it's been kasian anyway. I'm sorry to like,” said one of those different again this, there was a sad theme in him seneng. Fate has no little useful.
Gibran shook his head, scratching the nape of his neck. Confused, a series of questions were thrown from every mouth of his friends.
“Hm, GPA problem.” Answer him briefly.
Making his three friends turn their eyes and one of them approaches while shaking Gibran's shoulders, so that all his body moves.
“Okayaku, why the hell are you causing trouble? Kok GPA can go down,” he said dramatically filled with style yes Allah istighfar.
Gibran shook his head, throwing out the hand of his so-called sissy precisely that.
He can be mabok if shaken.
“That's right, mending to the canteen. You guys have class again later?”
“Oh no, will we equally take his class.” Tiga compact speech, although with different tones.
They agree. Finally the four of them stepped into the cafeteria to buy food to fill their stomachs that had been drained with a lot of lessons with rote, quizzes.
***
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