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7. Painful Events

Madya. He has to meet Yeni and his gang or not. However, as a person who came back from the future and had known everything in front of him, it was too bloon if he did not dodge.

Avoid or not? (Madyyas).

He looked at old-fashioned bald cellphones that in the 2020s may have been used as chair odds. He began to shed tears, weeping over his confusion and the painful lashing of past events.

He remembered that his body was filled with rotten eggs plus flour that had moldy make it like crispy fried chicken dough ready to be fried. The piercing smell made him have to shower with a bottle of shampoo and 2 bars of soap.

The smell lingered on his body for a few days. Madya to pity Asa who pretended to be fine even though his nose fur was thrashing can not stand the smell of rotten eggs attached.

How am I supposed to? (Madyyas).

He grew sobbing and then drowned his face over the folds of his hand.

A young woman approached. "Why, Sister?"

Madya lifted her head. "Oh, it's okay, brother."

"It's okay to cry. Any more problems?"

"No-no, Brother. Yes ding, dikit. Ehehh. I can hide, Brother. Thank you for your attention."

His face is very sad. I'm afraid this kid will be round or something. High School is the most unstable. (Beautiful sister).

Madya assures the sister that she is okay. The young girl, who looked several years older than Madya, returned to her desk.

The sister was so considerate, beautiful, and like a stranger. But who is it? Uh, why confused? Get to know now. (Madyyas).

Madya was about to go to the table of the beautiful and considerate sister, but her phone once again pulled out the ringtone like a traveling ice cream seller.

Yenee.

Madya's hand shook holding the phone. He looked at the cafe window.

They're ready for a trap, right? It's the clock. (Madyyas).

He picked up the phone.

📞"Hello, Yen."

📞"Mad, get out of the cafe now, yes. I'm in front."

📞"I-iya, fine."

With a slow step he walked towards the exit of the cafe. Suddenly his steps stopped exactly 30 centi over 5 mili from the door.

I am Madya Dui Brata, 35 years old, a lecturer of private university literature in Koja city. Although now my body and around me back in High School, I am still the one who has passed this all in my old world. (Madyyas).

Madya turned to her desk, picking up her bag and other belongings. He carries a glass containing a drink that is still very much towards the cashier.

"Sister, ask for help, this drink wants me to take it home."

The cashier put the drink in a plastic (the time had not many plastic cups), then paid for the order.

"So, there's another way out besides that front door?"

"There, Sister. Side door, but special employee."

"May I go through there?"

"Why?"

"Gini, up ahead there is an unscrupulous brat who wants to fuck me up. So, I'm avoiding."

The cashier scrunched his forehead. A moment later he nodded. Secretly the cashier had a memory of the girl before him who had also been bullied by his friend at the cafe.

"Oh, I know. That gang, huh, brother?"

"Kok know?"

"Lhoh, last week will be done too."

Madya dared to swear, she did not remember what happened last week. Remember, this was 18 years ago. He did not remember the details of what he was going through.

However, he recalled the most painful event that was inscribed by Yenisa, the bully.

"So, may I go through the side door?"

"For Brother, I can."

Madya received a plastic package containing drinks and some change, then moved to the side door.

Waitaminute! Something is strange. (Madyyas).

He's back at the cashier's table. "Sister, if you see me being bullied so often, why don't you ever help me?" []

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