I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 19
“Eits-eits patient sweet. I'm not gonna bother you.”
“Go!”
“After my business is done I will go okay.”
“Go ga!” The virgin began to ignite emotions and immediately pushed Sam's body to make it several steps back.
Sam didn't even move from there. He even pulled out a rectangular caramel-colored pouch. It was bulging as if it was filled with something that could not be guessed what. The leafy sideburn was knotted up, and he floated the bag over the palm of Esther's hand.
“Nih for you.”
Ester fell silent. He looked at the thing in his hand with wisdom. Now she knew what Sam was giving her.
“For what money is this hah!”
“I will say whatever you want as long as you help me make it back to your best friend. Ah yes, that's also a down payment. I can give you more and more if our mission ends.”
Plaque!
“Aduh.”
A violent slap landed on the surface of Sam's cheeks which were filled with black hairs. He stroked the part of his face that hurt. Gun eat sir. Esther slapped him with a wedge of her own money.
“You think I want to sell my own friend huh!”
“You think I will be tempted by your money that is not this fast!”
“Fucking man! Look at my house look! Even I am much richer than a Samuel hahaha.”
Esther's laughter rang out in a vast expanse. It would be wrong for him to assume that his foolish intentions would work. Esther has a CEO mother at a company and currently only she and her mother enjoy the treasure. So, the money that Sam had given him earlier would not work because his property had also been abundant unresolved.
Sam froze in place before leaving and brought the caramel bag back home. His efforts to regain his heart failed miserably. He thought everything could be solved with money, but it wasn't. Instead he was rewarded with a hard slap because of his crazy actions today.
“Halo. I need your help now.” Sam said to someone who was behind a rectangular flat rod.
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The school bell is ringing in the sign that lesson hours are about to start. A one-pointed woman was solemnly tapping the tip of the pen on the table while staring in any direction with empty eyes.
He was waiting for the presence of his true friend. There is a feeling of longing that every second is struggling in his heart where he does not see the person who is missed.
“Don't daydream about the re.” The small and white woman gawked from behind and nudged Irene's shoulder so that it made her realize from her daydream. The girl smiled sweetly then gradually left Irene who was still gulped on the spot.
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On the other hand Esther quickly put her black matic to get to school immediately. Although actually his heart still feels arrogant with Irene for yesterday's incident but still the long-haired woman is his best friend since childhood. Where maybe he could stand lingering anger.
Esther increasingly darted away from building after building that stood in the city of Medan. The needle of the spedometer went to the right without any backwards. Tauter. Very Fast. Until in the next second…
“Aaaaaaaa.”
Brak!
Thump!
“Awwww.aarrrgh.”
A pedestrian was hit by a woman in a high school uniform. I don't know where the guy came from, but the impactor actually saw that the highway he was currently crossing was completely empty by pedestrians.
Esther suddenly ran towards the victim who had been rolled and pulled over on the lip of the road. He stared fixedly at the face and body that turned out to be a man of his age.
People began to swarm to come to the voice that a few seconds ago had shocked them. Seeing that the perpetrator was getting scared and confused. What if something happens to the one that was hit? What if he has a broken bone? Or maybe his breath is gone aka dead. Aaaaaargh the head of Esther was completely seduced by negative thoughts.
“Call ambulance call ambulance.” Screeches some residents bring their own ideas for the woman who is in the fog. Fortunately, he kept the ambulance number on his phone. He deftly looked for the number in question and immediately pressed the green button through the flat object that was being held in his hand.
“Halo. Please get to Katamso now thank you.”
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Irene sat down dumbstruck while propping up her chin. The lesson started 20 minutes ago. Questions flashed in his head. Is Esther still angry for two days without going to school? Is he maybe sick? Uh! It was very nice of the girl to call Esther. But a little prestige still lodged in him. He threw his eyes to the left. Usually there is a faithful Esther sitting with him on this bench. It feels so lonely.
“About our material last week. Anyone remember the special theory of relativity?” Ms. Retno raised a question to the students. Some of them pointed their index fingers and Miss Retno chose one.
“Yes you, try to explain.” Bu Retno's orders on a pointy-nosed woman.
“The theory of special relativity is a physical theory concerning the relationship between space and time by Albert Einstein in 1905. So in this case Einstein gives two postulates, first that the laws of Physics are invariant in all inertial states of acua and the second is mmm-“
Silent.
The respondent suddenly stopped his words and then gradually bottled his temple with his index finger. Perhaps he forgot the second postulate of the theory of relativity.
Retno who found it also pulled both corners of her lips and then threw the question back at the other students.
“Who else?”
“I bu.”
The voice of a student from the back corner interrupted. All eyes were on him. Irene. The girl raised her reflex hand when she heard Bu Retno's words just now.
Irene froze and dyed herself before she finally answered a question from her teacher. Because he himself did not know why his right arm could spontaneously swing upwards.
The girl repeated what the previous friend had mentioned and then joined with a new sentence on the topic.
“Then the second postulate is the speed of light in a vacuum is equal for all observers without the need to pay attention to the movement of light or observers.”
Prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok prok.
Thundering palms clashed instantly thronged the IPA 2 classroom room. All the sumringai displays include Bu Retno.
Irene.
That girl was indeed clever and might even be the smartest person in her class. But unfortunately, from grade 10 to the present day the child's intelligence is covered by his behavior which always makes the teachers stroke the chest.
Which became the object of a whiny applause in the back corner. For him to get an award both from friends, especially teachers is something that only happens once a year or even just this time.
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