Back to High School Time
6. Bully

Wait, I'm not necessarily back in 2004. Too absurd. It could be an old newspaper and this is a remake of an old cafe. (Madyyas).

Madya spread her gaze around. Looks like a young girl, about the age of a familiar looking student.

However, Madya was unable to find the girl's name as deeply as she dug up memories. He closed his eyes. He opened his eyes then observed the waitress there.

Ma'am it .. his face was very clean without wrinkles. It should be in your 40s by now, right? (Madyyas).

Madya covered her face with both hands.

I haven't turned bright. This must not be true. My car! (Madyyas).

Madya rushed out of the cafe to check her car. There's none. Motorcycles and cars in the parking lot even models of the past. Also a vehicle that is passing.

The motor used by people is a toothed and clutch motor. There is no automatic scooter known as matic scooter.

There is no Handa Scuby Du, Handa Wario. (Madyyas).

He went back inside limp.

"Sir, this is the drink I put at table 7 where the sister was, yes."

"Table 7?"

"Yes, Brother. That little sister's bag is right there. Forgot huh?"

"Oh, haha, yes I forgot. Thanks, Brother."

He looked at his sling bag. With trembling hands, he took the bag. He was researching one by one his luggage. Books, pens and wallets. The wallet was opened, lined there the old money that prevailed in those days.

It further reinforces his assumption that he has returned to the past. He shed tears.

What's my fault, God, why do I have to repeat these painful times? (Madyyas).

His memory suddenly turned to his conversation with Asa before he was in a time that I don't know what his name is. With origin he replied he wanted to go back to High School. Here's where it is now.

The Madya bag shook with monophonic ringtone sounds. That voice sounded funny in his ears. Sounds like Woles' ice cream music.

He took the old phone out of a small bag on the outside. A smile fell on Madya's lips.

My first ever Emen C45 phone with a bald head. (Madyyas).

He opened Chatsapp ... wait-wait, not Chatsapp, but SMS aka Short Message Service which cost per send is 350.

Yeni's name was on that screen.

📞"Hello."

📞"Mad, you're at Melan's Cafe, right?"

📞"I-iya. Why, Yen?"

📞"Kok 'why' anyway? We made a promise to eat there. I'm the one who treated as an apology yesterday's problem."

Madya closed her eyes considering what problems they had decades ago.

📞"I forgot to." Madya did not lie at all, she had indeed completely forgotten.

📞"That's great, white heart. I'll just wait until you get out of there. We'll meet you at the cafe's yard first."

📞"Why not just go in?"

📞"Udah, you called napa?"

Yeni hung up.

You want to apologize for that. What did he do first? (Madyyas).

He opened the SMS stored on his mistress' phone. The phone is still complete with a keypad button unlike phones in 2010 and above that only includes a magic screen. Enough to make it hard on the screen, the phone is already working.

He read a message from Asa, his best friend for a long time.

📳Asa: Mad, you're okay, right? What is your sociological workbook? It can still be saved, right? If not, I help you with your duties.

Very long SMS. Oh yes, must maximize 1 SMS so that it does not have a double charge. Maximum of 160 characters. (Madyyas).

Madya delves into the various differences in life and technology between the past and the present which, of course, must be adapted.

Sociology books? (Madyyas).

Madhya remember now. Yesterday, Yeni spilled her sociological taskbook with milk so she had to rework all her daily tasks.

It means today is that day. (Madyyas).

Madya turned to the cafe window while remembering various memories that began to strengthen.

In that yard I will be plucked with rotten eggs Yeni and the gang, continue to be told to pay for food all customers in the cafe because he shouted I birthday today. (Madyyas). []

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