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13. Time Sheet: I'm Just a Discarded Sepah

13

Time Sheet: I'm Just a Discarded Sepah

I hate. Hate Ergo now. He is like Malin Kundang who no longer recognize his mother, then dump like a dirty unused. The same is the case with old motorcycles, if you can not run fast, then it is easily thrown out somewhere. Ancient people would hlangh, a bean seed that seemed to be born not from the skin.

Before it's too late, I want to remind Ergo not to miss the moment of the transfer of Ramses II. If he is not reminded, he will lose sight of it, and he will regret it forever.

But now, I must say that despite being very bitter, Ergo has forgotten everything, including myself. I'm the one who helped make it as established as it is today. I gave him plenty of opportunities to think, evaluate himself, and rise to become a calculated figure. He should be grateful to me for maturing his thinking, for growing his age, for giving him opportunity after opportunity, opportunity after opportunity, offering a long break gave her such relief that she could see herself. In whom else if not in my arms so that he can measure the length of time he worked.

I may be considered a flat, round plane, written in the numbers one through twelve, in which the wheel can make promises. At one o'clock we had lunch. Two o'clock we'll have a meeting. Half-five I'm home, six o'clock I'm still sleeping. Nine o'clock my lover's night. Kana came to my contract. At ten she asked to roll around on her bed.

All this time I was only known by clockwork. When I have now been converted into a digital tick, actually my function is not much different from a wall clock. Numbers alike. The one he appointed was the same. It's just that digital is driven by motherboards that live forever, powered by binary numbers and optical fibers that apply graphology to numbers. But it actually explained the exact same thing to me as saying a dozen, which I would stop if I was on the threshold of 12 night tit. Money is defined by 24 hours, 720 minutes, 43,200 seconds. That's what we call a day a night.

But, really, stupid mansuia never defined me. I can be felt for a very long time in just a matter of minutes, but I can be felt briefly even though it is in a matter of hours. A problem that they have never answered, even Henri Bergson, who I really am. Bergson, the French philosopher who won the Nobel prize, called me duree, who means something.

The times referred to by the number are actually an expansion of the numbers used during the time of Ramesses I, 14th century BC, when they began to design drawings of the pyramids. Before that, they recorded the rotation of the earth and the sun based on the corners of the twelve stars. Surprisingly, that number is still in use today, almost 3,500 later. But never mind, they don't understand me.

Especially now. When Ergo never thought about me, it seems to forget me. I hate when what the hell does he mean compared to my services to him? I still record exactly what happened before he could be helped in the national newspaper with tiras reached 600,000 copies. Before he was accepted in the newspaper Teratai, Jakarta, about two years ago. Before he had a grueling apprenticeship, he was appointed a regular journalist and told to fill the newspaper rooms. Before the victory he was told Pimrwd to go to Egypt to cover the transfer of Ramesses II's statue. The point before he ignored me was as complete as it is now. Curse you, Ergo.

Just imagine, after graduating from the Depok campus, he was practically hanging. At that time he was with CInta, his girlfriend who was already pregnant with six ilan, Ergi including the lucky man because after gathering kebo a year in a musty stinking boarding house, his girlfriend was only pregnant in the sixth month.

Kehamila is what makes the sky of his life collapse. Ergi did not dare to talk to his parents, because speaking means suicide She will obviously be hanged before the sentence is over. No parent should be ashamed of such immoral acts of his son. More love. His parents had advised hundreds of times before CInta went to college in Depok. He must hide it anyway. Whatever happens. Whatever is faced. Cinta doesn't want to embarrass herself and her family. Both Cinta and Ergo do want pleasure when they sling tightly at every moment, but they also do not want the presence of a baby in the belly of Love.

I recorded in my diary, which was long and exhausting, which everyone could shout about, and so far I named the Time Sheet. I'm taking notes on everything.

Mereak chatted one afternoon when he wanted to abort the content, read advertisements late menstruation, seek information from acquaintances, friends, and people who do not suspect, he said, until looking for official information at the hospital or dikter. One day they agreed to go to a traditional health professional who got a convincing ad. In the written Ads, “Kendati four months late, still can come out!” Before coming to the intended alamt, Ergo then called, and on the other end of the phone there was a list of prices. When using traditional methods, it costs three million Rupiah, while for modern herbs it takes about six million dollars. They're cute Nothing, No money. That'sthat's all. It was only two months late. And during that time also Love and Ergo hunt herbal medicine late to the moon to wherever it is cheap. Drink up to ten times the dose and it is done four times a day. The outcome? It turned out to produce nothing but ever-peaking fear. He was well aware, I kept creeping. No one can stop me.