The Five Days Or Die
Chapter 4's

Point of View: Rant

Ready to go. I'm getting ready to go to college. I majored in engineering technology. I was always excited to leave every morning, even though I was away from my family. Besides, in my college I was known as a cheerful person. How else, this is how I am. Besides, there is something that makes my spirit more to leave.

“Let go again. Campus again. I hope to see Ahmad. Huh! All already. New day, I'm coming!”

Arriving at the college, I immediately paid an ojek who drove me from home. I'm not a rich man who can go using only teleportation hours. That's why I chose to use a fairly fast ojek. Immediately, I headed to the cafeteria, where I did my “ritual”. But, on the campus terrace I saw a brother Ahmad who was running. I want to call him. But anyway, he's in a hurry. I saw him running towards the lecturer room. From the other side I saw the canteen mother walking to the opposite side.

“Ahma...” My shout was cut because I saw it had already hit the wall first. I thought he was going to hit the cafeteria. Seeing that, I laughed a little. I saw a lot of maps that fell because of the collision. I can't stop myself from getting ready to help. But Ahmad had run.

“Huh! I should have been faster. At least I can meet Ahmad. Or maybe we can talk. But if talking seems impossible. He's again hunting tuhhh.” My stupid thoughts started to come out.

I laughed a little, and immediately proceeded to the cafeteria. Before I go to the cafeteria, I need to go to the bathroom.

"Hahah! Interrupting the ritual dehh.” I said in my heart. Soon I go to the bathroom. As always, I always do online. After that, I plan to go to the cafeteria immediately. In the cafeteria, I saw brother Ahmad sitting. I saw his face a little upset.

“Wah fits so well. Just thought about it, he already exists.” I said slowly. He saw me too. I immediately approached her and sat down next to her. Without even asking, I knew what happened to him.

“Your task is done?” Ask her. His face began to relax. Maybe my arrival calmed him down. Weiizz! Again this thought came out! My meaning to myself in my heart.

“Where yes, I'm in a dilemma. Want to go forward hard to go home is also difficult.”

“Why?” I started to sit next to him.

“Kepo.” I'm confused, shocked. It seems I once knew a person who had such a style of speech and such a style. I just answered the origin.

“Ih so strange,” I said original.

“Yes indeed I imitated her from my sister.” He said while repeating his style. I laugh. I saw my lecturer, Mr. Rudi yahh as well as his lecturer also sih, walking. I know, Ahmad saw it too. He immediately told me.

“Yahhh. Though I still want longer with him.” my inner. I just assented.

“Eh Ranti!” ahmad shouted to me as I wanted to continue my ritual. Meeting Ahmad made me forget. I want to step up when Ahmad calls me.

“OK. What time?” my answer is done daydreaming.

“Jam 10 am only. Okay. Thanks, bye” he immediately ran because he saw Mr. Rudi who had passed.

“This really? I was invited by Ahmad to his house? Heuhh. Is this a dream?” ask me while pinching my hand. Pain, it's not a dream. My chance.

Instantly I became reminded of Ahmad's style of speech and style. I try to remember. Still I can't remember anything. I forgot about it and immediately bought a drink. I have my headset device. When I took it, I remembered something.

“Oh yes! Kan style it's the style of the person who was at that time.” I said half screaming. I recalled a small incident that I still vaguely remembered. At that time, I was walking and I accidentally dropped the book (yes, actually the iron bar sih), and the metal iron was broken. The price of the metal is very expensive.

Maybe because of my pity, there was a girl approaching me. He's about 13 years old. I'm pretty sure he's that old because I saw his uniform at a glance. He wears a dark blue jacket, with long hair. Baby, I didn't see his face clearly.

He works very quickly, as if he is used to holding things like this. To be honest, I was a little jealous because he could do that very quickly, but I could not do it myself.

He also somehow carried a great deal of equipment that he had hidden. I was also suspicious at first, who he was, but I don't think it's good to have prejudice against the person who helped you.

And he can do all that in a matter of minutes, like that's not a difficult thing for him. Maybe he just thought of it as a little snack.

After he helped me, he promoted a link if I wanted to fix something. From there I knew he was working. After that I asked him what his name was, and he answered him with the answer “ke” and the style performed brother Ahmad.

But unfortunately after that, there was a flash of light and I couldn't remember his face. It seemed, the light of a god protected his face from my memories. And all I can remember from him is this story and the link.

And brother Ahmad said he imitated that style from his younger brother, Nadin. I was thinking of setting him up to try to meet him, and arresting him to force him to say his name.

But when I think about it, it feels like a crime.

But that doesn't close my curiosity. I should at least confirm it directly with Ahmad's younger brother, Nadin

Picture: Ranti