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24. Be late

"Daniel!" his screeches.

Bu Sriyani came out of the house to find Madya in shock while shouting the name of a male student.

"Mad, what's wrong with you? Daniel who is that? Your boyfriend?"

"No, Ma. Is there a motor?"

"Yes nothing, one dipake Eka, another one made by your father."

"Well, ma'am, it's important. Gotta go spit, if angkot wait fear not hunted."

Ms Sriyani then went to a neighbor's house to borrow a motorbike. After getting the bike, Bu Sriyani called Madya who was changing clothes in the room.

"That, Mad, Lik Karyo's bike can be pinned. This is the STNK" said Bu Sriyani while holding out STNK motor.

"Thank you, Mom," Madya replied as she swept the small laminated paper. He ran out of the house.

A wodifact! The motor is Handa Si Pitung! Well, how do you want to sit there? Akh, yes already, rather than riding the angkot will linger again. (Madyyas).

Madya ramped up the motor whose physical condition is thin dry red light. The wings were stripped so that the wind was free to blow at the feet.

If you wear a skirt, it is certain to contribute to the beautiful scenery of the road users. Fortunately, Madya had changed into trousers.

Five times his legs are grasping the new motor is alive. He was driving a motorcycle that sounded like a human being was coughing badly. The smoke released makes the eyes of other road users red and sore.

No doubt because the motor uses used oil. Akh ... Madya's mind (and Mbah Author) is filled with feelings of ungratefulness (fucking words, Simbah ngorang). It was fortunate that Madya did not have to use angkot.

The gas!

On the way, he had seen Zulfikar and his entourage of friends riding several motorcycles at a very fast pace.

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Arriving in the school environment, Madya parked a motor that sounded 'bothok-othok' next to the building where the knowledge was demanded.

He immediately ran to the back of the school which was already crowded by medics.

I'm late. (Madyyas).

Madya's eyes drained warm water watching her classmate being lifted onto the gurney. Seen a father took pictures of Daniel's old camera that still uses roll film.

The ambulance door was closed immediately. The white car moved away to the hospital. Some of the people who watched dispersed. Madya was after a father who took a picture of Daniel.

"Is this the guy the ambulance took?"

"Yes, classmate."

"The boy who was beaten up by the crowd."

Actually Madya already knew a little about this, rather a little 'remember' this event. However, he was aghast because once again there was a person who was being bullied so badly and there was no stopping.

The father came to Daniel, but the situation was over. Daniel was beaten up so badly. He had seen the blood spilling from the head of a quiet handsome man, his classmate.

"Mom took a photo?" A phenomenon that is not much different from the 2020s where people prefer to take pictures rather than helping. "Don't you try to yell at them or stop them?"

"Look, Dik. As I passed by, I just got home from work." Yes, he still wears his work uniform. He continued, "The reason I took pictures because the injury of my friend was severe. This event may be subject to political. I'm ready to give this photo as proof. I am also ready to testify" said the father, steady.

"O-oh, I'm sorry I was so prejudiced by you. You know, why do you think you really want to testify for my defense?"

"I'm a former freelance journalist. I was dismissed for writing risky political news, when it was real. But this past incident, I am not a journalist who works for anyone. As a people, I am free to reveal the truth."

The father then said goodbye. []

Connect ....

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Hi readers, just reminding. This novel is an 18-year-old incident for the main character. And the curious why forget this why forget it, Iha ya ask yourself 18 years you remember all the events every day?

Then this Madhya was studying Daniel, which Daniel was someone else, not himself. Daniel's not the one he's judging either. Cook, does he have to remember the same happenings of others? Madya has problems of her own, let alone her bully victim.

I example in my life 18 years ago that there were friends who fought (real). I don't know the details, I have my own problems. I have a study assignment, have problems at home, etc. Cook me the life of someone else?

Returning to Madya, Madya tries to help with the memory of her makeshift prowess.

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