
Talking about the Metropolitan city is about egoism, hedonism and a pulse that will keep ticking fast as long as the earth rotates.
Of the millions of people who depend on living in the fierce competition of metropolitan cities, there is one life that does not care about it.
Roy Rona, the name of a life of about 29 years old when viewed from the wrinkles on his forehead, although the actual age has just stepped 22 years.
A very ordinary man. There is nothing special about him, he is just a shy man who is innocent but humorous and has the potential to become a crocodile snare the heart of every woman who knows him.
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Kriein! Kriein!
The loud sound of the clock he bought at the flea dealer continued to sound woke Roy who was still sound in his sleep.
Not long after, both eyes were so red pupils opened wide as if to get out of place.
Roy sits on his bed, not the ringing clock that wakes him up, but wakes him up because today is the first day he works in his new office.
Kriein! Kriein!
The clock continued to sound, Roy glanced at him with a gaze so sharp as if the clock was a Boss who was scolding him.
Roy picked it up and slammed it hard.
Prak!
The clock stopped ringing, Roy coldly grinned at it. He looked so satisfied after slamming it.
"Eh, I forgot to look at the clock" he said.
Roy immediately picked up a clock that lay helplessly in the corner of the wall.
"Yes, dead. Where new buy" he complained.
Roy rubbed the cracked glass of the working clock that no longer works.
"Related always comes at the end, if at the beginning of the name registration" he murmured and put back the working hours in their original place.
Roy rushed to take a shower, before he had set the alarm at 4:30 at his business hours.
Roy narrowed his eyes that had been narrowed since birth to see the bar soap that had been a piece.
Seen by him, the towel hanging on the bathroom wall was wet.
Roy imagines that if he has a life partner, there must be people who pay attention to his life.
"It's a pity for me that if I had a wife, someone would pay attention to my life".
Roy regained his senses after feeling the coldness that pierced the pores of his skin. Roy quickly took off his clothes and tightly grasped the heart-shaped red dipper on the handle so dull.
Roy began to wet his feet, gradually he flushed the body part from bottom to top, Roy used to bathe like that to keep his body healthy from the threat of stroke which every year increasing his case in the country he loved.
Moments later, Roy came out of the bathroom so fresh. He immediately put on his work clothes. White short-sleeved Alisan shirt combined with black Cardinal formal pants. Not to forget he wears his favorite perfume and deodorant adds fragrance to his flattened body.
"Damn! My good looks are so maximal" he praised as he twisted his body in front of the cracked mirror.
Roy immediately took the phone is still polyphonic in the era of metaverse 2.0, he ensures the battery power is full after a night he charge.
Roy was silent in disbelief to see the clock on his phone screen still showing at 1:30 p.m.
Screaming the sound of his molar teeth felt an annoyance in the heart, Roy who has been so neat is now a creepy figure in the corner of his room with his left hand clenched and his right hand gripped firmly mobile phone that does not have any mistakes.
Bruk!
Meow! Meow!
"Fucking cat! Almost had my heart removed" Roy's curse instantly blew his breath away.
With a slightly shaky step, Roy approached his mattress that was still messy, he sat cross-legged on the edge of his mattress and then fell silent looking at a pictureless frame hanging on the wall of his boarding room.
It is so a dilemma to deal with a long time to the morning. As time went on, Roy unwittingly slept in his daydream.
Geck, tok, tok!
"Mas Roy" called a woman outside her room.
Roy was aghast in his sleep, he immediately saw a mobile phone screen that showed at 8 am. In a hurry, he just took out a backpack and tote black shoes whose front was conical like a crocodile's mouth.
"You're Mas Roy's bad luck?" Ask mba introduction catring wonder.
"Yes, mba. Thank you for waking up" Roy replied without glancing at him.
His head kept down with his busy wearing socks and shoes, Roy stood forcing a smile to look at the catring deliveryman who continued to stand watching him.
Roy always took out his favorite butut motorbike from the terrace of his home.
Grung! Grung!
Roy pulled the motor gas handle tightly, he did not care for someone who coughed inhaled a puff of smoke from the exhaust of his motor racing.
"Mas Roy, don't you have breakfast?" Ask mba catring introduction.
"Later in the office just mba, it's just for mba, let's mba" said Roy say goodbye.
He drove his bike so quickly disappeared from the sight of a catring delivery man who continued to see the departure of Roy, a young man who was still single.
"Eh, Mas Roy has lost his helmet. Hopefully not fined" chirps mba catring introduction saw a black KYT helmet lying on the porch table of the house.
Roy who was hunting for time did not realize his helmet was left behind, suddenly a 500cc motorcycle overtakes him and asks him to stop by the roadside.
Suddenly it made Roy surprised, he immediately marginalized his motorbike to the side of the road.
A policeman came down to him with a fierce-looking face staring at him.
"Good morning, show me the letters of the vehicle" he said so forcefully.
Roy reached into his pants pocket, his face turned frantic when he forgot to bring his Eiger wallet.
"Sorry, Sir. Missed" said Roy.
"Why don't you wear a helmet?" The police told him.
Roy immediately touched his head, he became more panicked and realized it. There were sweat droplets flowing from his skin.
"Good God I forgot to put on the helmet, sorry sir my helmet left at home?".
"Yes, then my father ticketed for not wearing a helmet and forgot to bring the vehicle letters, you will please be able to attend the traffic violation hearing and can pay the fine".
"Well sir, I'll be there".
"Then please continue the journey".
Eventually Roy continues his way to his office in a hurry.