Young Master Genius
Chapter 6
This afternoon at ETH Campus, Zurich.
After the lecture was over, surprisingly, two people in black and glasses entered the classroom and approached Hanz. One of them gave me a piece of gold inked paper.
“You have an official invitation from Mr. Dmitry Fadeyka to attend the engagement event of his son named Stefan Fadeyka on Sunday which will take place at Park Hotel Vitznau.”
Everyone is amazed! One class highlighted Hanz simultaneously, looking at Hanz's face with astonished looks.
After that, Hanz and Avraam stepped into the campus parking lot. They were aghast as soon as they knew their bicycle tires were all deflated. Not only the wind runs out, but all the tires are ripped apart with a knife.
Avraam shook his head in disbelief as he grumbled, “I'm sure it was the two.”
Hanz let out a long sigh and replied, “We have no proof. Don't think negatively.”
“Who else if not them?”
“The streets here are quite free, it could have been an unknown outsider.”
Hanz and Avraam were forced to push their bikes five kilometers towards home. Avraam keeps flirting with Mark and Gerald. But Hanz always switched the conversation.
About a hundred meters away, suddenly a gray AvtoVAS car approached them. The person in the car asks what the problem is and will immediately provide assistance.
“We are okay.”
“Please you go.”
The car passed too.
While on Walchestrasse Street before the bridge, from the back of the road suddenly a car brand Lada sped up quickly while claxing many times. Then the GAZ brand car also drove quickly while also clawing as well.
A mockery of Mark and Gerald. Avraam grew furious at the behavior of the two bengal men. “We can't be quiet, Hanz. If this continues, later we will be increasingly oppressed by them.”
But, Hanz was still patient. “Let them play around. Don't mind. The ends are also they will definitely give up on their own.”
“From the past I've said, don't be too like this, the edges of our own hard.”
“I'm enjoying life being bullied. What does it feel like to be trash in the eyes of others? So, someday we will not easily underestimate, ridicule, bully, hurt, and laugh at others.”
While pushing his bike Avraam cursed. “This is not the way either. Do we have to go to France first to know the Eiffel Tower? Not really.”
“Betul. We don't have to be mothers just to know what it feels like to suck and be sick while pregnant and giving birth. If it can be experienced personally, we better do it, let it be more animating.”
From elementary school to undergraduate Avraam always accompanied Hanz. They are in the same school although sometimes different classes. If Hanz is bullied, Avraam always defends him and fights anyone.
Unlike Hanz, Avraam who has a large and muscular body will not be easy to let people who will denounce and underestimate him. For Avraam, the brain of later affairs, but the most important thing is the matter of self-esteem.
So if his pride is smeared, Avraam immediately took action. From childhood Avraam was used to fighting. After High School he studied MMA in Switzerland and often participated in official matches.
Thirty minutes passed. They arrived at Adolf-Luchinger-Strasse, a fairly simple housing complex. Hanz and Avraam rented this house since they were in High School.
“Please listen to me, Hanz! You've been working at that cafe for two years. The salary you get is not much. My advice is you just stop.”
Hanz stared at Avraam's face sharply, then spoke calmly and quietly, “I've told you so many times. I'm glad life is hard like this. Honestly, I am happy if scolded by customers because my work is not good. Or given a warning by the superior because I was wrong.”
Hanz wisely told Avraam that he worked not solely for money, but for experience, how he felt life was whole, what it was like to be a worker who was sometimes underestimated.
This handsome, blue-eyed man really enjoys his daily life. Although often ridiculed, but he is apathetic, because for him the talk of human waste will never affect the slightest with the idealism that has been instilled in it since long ago.
After the shower, Hanz wears a brown work uniform plus a black apron. He used it from home. And indeed he wears a suit like this always from home. What is shame for?
Hanz exited the front door of his house, then jumped onto the repaired bicycle. Hanz pedaled his bike hard because it was now 12:50. Avraam who was standing nailing beside the door could only shake his head at Hanz's behavior.
“I know, you want to learn to feel the bitterness of life,” Avraam murmured to himself.
Hanz. The roaring wind smashed into his crisp black hair, the edge was cropped, and there was a slight bang to the right. His firm face with a fairly pointy chin made him handsome once this afternoon.
13.09!
Hanz Langung parked his bike, then jumped towards the back door. Before work, he had to improve his clothes that were messy after being hit by the wind. Her hair was also neatly combed with fingers.
However, at the moment he was engrossed in the mirror, suddenly the manager was present right beside him. Hanz watched the grinning face from the mirror. Hanz was aghast, then exhaled tired breath after the speeding event earlier.
“You want to be serious or not if work ha?!” his jolt.
“Sorry, I'm a little late, sir,” Hanz replied slowly.
“I know you're an ETH student. Two years you've been given a break from working here. Free to enter any shift while not disturbing your college schedule. But that doesn't mean you don't come on time.”
“My bike was broken and had to be repaired, so it took time to fix it.”
The manager screamed, heard by the barista and the waiter at work. “Reason that does not make sense! Whatever it is that the tires are broken, or your bike is gone, I don't care. Besides, how could you not buy a motorcycle. Other waiters on can buy a motorcycle, even they bring the car here.”
“I'd rather use a bicycle, Sir.”
The manager nodded quickly. “Your salary is half paid for today. Tomorrow don't repeat!”
The tring! Table 12.
Hanz rushed to deliver the latte order with a little sugar and a piece of bread. Hanz. Why would Zahid know that Hanz works here?
“I need a friend to chat, Hanz.”
“Cannot. I'm working.”
Zahid continued to watch Hanz's movements.
