The After 150
Journals
That night, a crack was seen in the sky and continued to descend to the earth producing a powerful shock. On that night people should rejoice in welcoming the festival, but the earth shows its wrath and wipes away all smiles and laughter.
It's been 2 weeks since a devastating earthquake hit the fantasrio festival and I, rara, poppo, and I, and the fera are the lucky few who can survive the devastating earthquake with life and without permanent injuries.
Since the devastating earthquake, people have gathered to voice their voices to the government, conspiracies continue to be heard in the ears of the people and a match continues to be created between the historical crisis and the resources that are relentlessly running in this country.
The once peaceful streets of the city where under the scorching morning sun the people were concerned only with their own affairs, were now filled with people who continued to look for ambiguous truths. As soon as I looked down from the window of the apartment I thought…
“Is everything about that air of peace... just a lie?”.
Chapter 2.9: Journal
“Dirga... Dirga.. wake up...”.
The voice sounded smooth in his ear, his newly regained consciousness trying to open his tightly shut eyes and also waking up his sleeping muscles.
“Dirga... Dirga.. later you are late..”.
The voice continued to disturb his mind, if the voice did not call him continuously then he would quickly fall back asleep and realize himself in the dream world.
“Hmph... I said quickly wake up !!”
The sound slowly gets louder and suddenly something hits his head giving a signal to the whole limb to immediately get up and move.
As Dirga opened her eyes slowly while rubbing her agonized head, she saw Rara sitting next to her holding a soup spoon.
“Ra... rara? What's up?” Ask her with the sleepy lyrics.
“What's up? Didn't you go in in the morning today? Quickly get ready soon !!”
Dirga who was still dizzy tried to reach his cellphone at the table and saw the time with blackened eyes, as soon as he regained consciousness with time he quickly rushed to pick up the clothes in the room and took them to the bathroom.
“I'm almost late !!”
Dirga buttoned his clothes in the room in a hurry and immediately ran from the bedroom door trying to reach the exit of the apartment. But when he almost came out his collar was pulled by Rara who stopped him at the door.
“How? Doesn't it taste good to rush? So next time wake up faster let it be more relaxed.”
Rara then gave the supply box that she had prepared while she was busy preparing herself, she immediately put the provisions into her bag and she immediately opened the exit of the apartment.
When he opened the door, poppo was outside waiting for him, the two immediately moved to pursue the first lesson.
In the morning the atmosphere of the sun shone brightly behind the dark clouds, along the way there were many small puddles of water giving a trail of rain that had gone away a few hours before.
The cold wind in the moment after the rain was still felt also with the fresh morning air on the streets that were not so crowded, a perfect atmosphere that could only happen at a certain moment in the capital.
The streets of the city are now not as crowded as the usual days because the earthquake on the night of the fantasy festival destroyed some of the capital's buildings, many of his destroyed corporate properties lowered the productivity of the capital which should be every morning a busy morning.
Long story short because the earthquake also occurred in the city where the company is located, then a week after the night fantasrio he left Dirga, Poppo, and Rara. He must return to take care of his efforts which overwritten some problems.
“His class is canceled again!?” Call Dirga with surprise to open his phone.
When Dirga was busy looking for information with his cellphone, Poppo who had guessed from the beginning sat on the chair while opening a can of coffee.
“If you think about it, now you want to enter 1 month and we have not even 10 times undergone the process of learning directly with the lecturer.”
While he was still busy looking for information about the lecturers who taught him, suddenly his cellphone rang showing someone with unsaved contacts calling him.
With an awkward feeling of lifting the phone call, he put his cellphone in the ear and was surprised by the sound that sounded from the phone.
“If it's not wrong this Dirga huh? Can we just talk for a second? It's about your father... You'd want to hear it.” The one on the call was Paul, a good friend of Dirga's father.
Hearing Paul's request, Dirga parted ways with Poppo on the street on the grounds that there was an urgent matter, he moved towards his meeting place with Paul in a classic cafe located near the apartment.
When he arrived at the door of the cafe, Dirga was a little surprised, because even though two weeks ago there was a fairly powerful earthquake, however, the cafe in front of him did not receive any major damage and still stood tall.
It is clear from some cracks in the walls of the cafe that have not been repaired that before this building survived a disaster, some of its floors were still slightly damaged but did not have a major impact on the cafe.
Dirga opens the cafe door and he can see Paul sitting by himself waving his hand, Dirga orders the warm first in the new cafe then sits at Paul's desk.
“Hmphh looks like you belong to a lucky few huh Dirga?”
“Well that's how it is, mother also felt very relieved to know my condition.”
“Thank God then..”
Paul paused for a moment to look at Dirga, who Paul now saw before him was not Dirga, but the figure of Dahl his long-gone friend. Watching the silhouette, Paul could only smile and chuckle.
“What's up? Is there a problem?” Ask the confused Dirga.
“What's wrong, mescpiun not during that last meeting we, but raasaanya you have more and more similar to Dahl” Call Paul while sipping his cup of coffee.
“Really? Hahah.. thank you..”.
As soon as the tea arrived, Dirga immediately opened her bag and took a box of supplies made by Rara.
“Do you mind?” Ask paul.
“Ah... no, I just didn't expect that Dah's son; could cook.”
“Cooking? Oh yes.. hahahaha, that is.” Reply with a fake smile that hides panic.
Dirga opened his lunch box and started eating slowly, at the same time Paul opened his bag and took out a book.
When Dirga saw the book that was in Paul's grasp, he immediately knew, his fur trembled as if the vision he had captured from the book gave a small sting to his body.
“The book... is it my father's journal?” Dirga asked who stopped her bribe.
“Great you instantly noticed Dirga, by the way I called you here also want to give you some questions, and the first one… can you tell me your grandfather Karsa the war hero and also the mass war story?”
“Not before did you say you wanted to talk about something about my father?”
“Really? Then how about I say everything we're going to discuss here is related to Dahl..??”
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