#Move On, Jomb!
Prologues
She stared at the pitch-side streets with a sweet smile etched beautifully onto her increasingly adorable face, too many cries leaving her sprawled in helplessness. His breathing rhythm had started to get regular, he felt more relieved compared to the previous days.
That feeling still exists. Stick too strong. But it wouldn't mean anything if he was still silent. The glint of disdain, disbelief, doubt, overwhelming anxiety that often held him back was all the more subdued, as he began to walk slowly away from him, very slowly.
“What's wrong, this is right. No need to doubt. People can only judge, not prove.” He tried to suggest that everything was getting better.
His slender legs slowly stepped back towards the crowd that attracted his attention. Somehow, as his steps approached, his heartbeat raced even higher. The wind seemed to follow his role to make him feel the sensation of dejavu that he could not forget.
The crowd split open, giving it a peek. There was not much hope that he wanted to keep, only that he was overwhelmed with curiosity. Oh, naw! His guess was wrong, the choice to seek satisfaction from his curiosity, he had to pay with anxiety and doubt every day ahead.
Her eyes widened. Even the nausea from his stomach also jumped high when he saw the object in front of him. His head was not at all ignored. Only one sentence in his mind should he do at this moment.
“Jeez, God! This can't happen! I should leave immediately and leave it!”
The legs that do not like to exercise are forced to go faster than usual; when he often runs at a slow tempo. Sweat on his forehead and all over his body he ignored. His heart rhymed quickly, exceeding the roller coaster he had ridden in the past.
The screams made him even more worried. He did not dare look back. His heart will not be strong to cross paths with people who have always been the reason to smile, first. He hurriedly shook his head. Those memories can't come back to incite him. He's tired already.
If there was a mathematical formula that required to calculate his running distance, then he would not bother to calculate it. He almost lost his breath from exhaustion! Rather than bothering himself with the infuriating theories of mathematics, he chose to turn towards a narrow alley. Right from there, an unpleasant smell began to be smelled by his sense of smell. Next to his hand was clasping his nose and the others tried to balance themselves so as not to be unsteady.
“If it's like this, I should have studied more. It's free if I get a new problem, while I'm being chased by other problems.” The grumbling did not help him at all. Until finally he could breathe a sigh of relief when he managed to pass through the narrow and seedy alley.
“Oh, no! Now I'm really like a lost child who doesn't know where to go home!” whining when he saw the village in front of him that was so foreign, he never saw or visited. Even if his parents were state officials.
The sound of footsteps approaching towards him, accompanied by an indistinct silhouette from the shadow of someone passing through the same alley as him, made his worries mount up. He began to whine at his Lord so that he would be kind not to meet the person he most avoided.
“At least not now, Lord,”, she asked, clenching her hands together.