Digi The Killer's
18. Time Sheet: You Think Then Nothing

This is what happens when you don't pay attention to me. You have neglected your sole duty in this Egyptian capital. You have missed the crucial moment of Ramses's move to his old place. If you miss it, what can you do? I will not be able to rewind myself because my nature will continue. I, the time, who have lived for hundreds of years, cannot remake the events that have been there to have not happened or not happened. I was given the power to photograph anything, record the things that exist in this world, but I was never able to retreat an item for a second.

Right now, Ergo, what do you want?

You should just drop the title of journalist you always introduce to everyone, because you should be ashamed; not able to do a good job; just want a big salary, but do not want a job; want unlimited income, but limited work on what you like.

I see now that you're contemplating, Look at your eyes empty. Your jaw is held in place with your right hand. The left hand is still twirling, huh, apparently that damn phone. Yep. He was twirling the body of a cell phone that had made him forget. I wanted to ask him, why just go around in circles? Why not be slammed because it has made him neglect to carry out his main duties.

In addition to looking at his straight eyes unchanged, his breath was still heard to withstand a very intense annoyance. His heart was still beating fast because his emotions were still going down and up erratically Why didn't his heart stop at all? Dumb kid. I'm not only upset, but want to spit on him. Especially for mobile phones.

Indeed, he did not long reflect, because he had to leave the park. Straight to tharik Khalid bin Walid. Usually there are a few taxis. It may be expensive, but it's the only transport that can get him to Giza. On the sidewalk, he scratched a pebble. His eyes were staring into the distance. It is still far away, About half a kilo from the park, There is no other way but the road on the sidewalk. The steps are not so wide, but each inch of his feet contains the determination to arrive at the location.

The cold wind blowing from the red sea pierced through the bones. His lips seemed to be holding back the cold by clenching inward. He put his clothes together to resist the wind. Once exhaled for me let out all the pangs that were blowing in the chest. If it is so bad, he should also throw away the phone that has made all his plans messy.

“Ergoooo!” it looks like you've been screaming out loud, but why hasn't the scream been heard at all. “If you continue to struggle with that rotten junk, you will lose myself again. And you know for yourself, when you've lost me, you'll regret being behind later. You don't fall asleep with that rotten iron.”

But Ergo seemed to flinch with my screams, I've been resentful for a long time, and yet I felt even more resentful. Then it came to my mind to tease her by thrusting memories as she walked on the sidewalk, roundabout HI, Jakarta. A memory that he once loved because Bundaran HI is where he showed teeth as a student who was able to criticize this country without being thrown into prison. I nodded at the memory hanging from the ceiling of his consciousness.

I just shot a memory sleeve into his cranium and kin I convinced him exactly about the eel. He flinched, his forehead shriveled, his eyes narrowed, and he stopped his dancing fingers on the keyboard. Yep! He seems to be catching those memories. Sidewalk. How far will that memory be enjoyed on the sidewalk of Tharik Walid's menu? If indeed that question arises, then I want that memory to be able to forget what it is writing.

Then I saw him smiling to himself, He put his shoulders down. He recalled that on the sidewalk he sometimes amer to his underclassmen that he was able to decorate long and fiery. Able to stir up the student's excitement to shout yel-yel. He even created calls that the demonstrators always followed. He still remembered very well, the government of Gus Dur which lasted no more than two years did make a shock in the student world. But for him, it did not matter whether Gus Dur had indeed become the ruler. And as the ruler, he is the spearhead of all the mischief in the land.

Then his smile wiggled. The headband marked the memory of the pavement in the HI Roundabout began to fade. The flick of his hair that was done many times made the memory buy somewhere. And he then returned to the HP held with his left hand. FUCKIN' HELL! Ergo is fucking.

Uh! Look, he started typing again, his finger kept dancing and dancing. Like it's non-stop. Meanwhile his legs kept swinging, step by step. Early morning quiet day, so that the soles of shoes with the pavement so loud. Tok-tok-tok. Like making a True rhythm when it is called a silent rhythm, But, the part of the silent rhythm that has been strung together with stupid movements will produce even more stupid actions behind later. Let it go, I'm getting fed up with Ergo's insolence. I want to not care about him now.