2 Meters per Second
Accorded by schedule

I went back to the mirror and I saw myself, and it was gone. I wet my hands with water and ruffled the hair that had been painstakingly arranged. I went back to my usual straight, disheveled hairstyle. My gaze was distorted, I knelt down to pick up something that was on the floor.

“Ah... What is this?”

I opened the paper slowly and it turned out.

“Campret... Money one hundred thousand rupiah,cuk? Where's this money from.?”

That's how my mind is scratching my head when I find money that's not mine. Not thinking long, I immediately put in my uniform pocket, eaaaa. terahir will go into the bag as well, the warden.

“I have to hurry nih.”

Back in my room again, this time I picked up the bag left in my bedroom. And I had a chance to see a picture of my sister who used to be healthy in general. Foro's younger brother and younger brother were playing together in one of the playgrounds in Surabaya.

I took the photo and began to pray for my sister, a prayer so that she could recover from her illness and act like a child in general, always smiling and cheerful. My sister named complete Lia Larasati, she has been suffering from liver cancer and always treated in a hospital not far from my school.

My sister often feels tired if she often goes out of the hospital and also often vomits accompanied by a high fever.

After I finished praying, I put the photo back on my desk, right next to my textbook with a slightly tilted position while exposed to direct sunlight, glare deh.

Battling with her increasingly blurred vision, my face also looks a little lethargic and had felt a little sad after giving a prayer for my beloved sister. While complaining, I went down the stairs and entered the living room. Oh yes, the living room and dining room become one. If I want to eat, go straight to the family room.

In the last second I went down the stairs, I was sucked by a familiar voice to me and this time with a pleasant smell pungent and pierced warmly into my nostrils, fragrant.

“Looks, mom cooks fried tuna deh.”

I greeted my mother with a sweet and funny smile.

“Morning, mother..?”

With a short pause, mother immediately greeted me with a funny tone as well while showing her sweet smiling face shape towards me.

“Morning, babe..”

All of these things were either ordinary or more normal.

The only thing that was different was that every time I opened the refrigerator, I would feel a bit of limp moodiness, hadehhhh…

On the front of the refrigerator was a row of errand schedules for my busy self. Many red colors that adorn the writing, and there are also sentences that I can not ignore as long as I sit in high school.

“I did not forget, with my school semester schedule.”

You don't know what my schedule is like? Yup, you seem to have answered almost right. My schedule this time is to study fully, because the next month from now will be held the final exam of the school semester.

With a calm heart, for I have complained of the breath. I took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, and I started drinking it. I need to calm down and be really calm this time.

“Hmmm... It looks really good.”

Today's menu is fried tuna, spinach, a mixture of fresh vegetables with small corn, and the latter saute carrots with soy sauce. It was similar to the previous morning meal. I also agreed to eat this and there was no resistance from within me. Why, because all the parents' cooking must taste good even with a new menu.