The String of Destiny
Be late

Alexander ran away from the park and broke through the crowd. Alex was terrified, considering the horror he had read last night. His breathing was dull, his body sweating as he ran.

"Damn! Satan!" alex's screams made him the center of attention.

People glanced forward, yet saw nothing but see him running. Then, he decided to look for a booth belonging to a woman who claimed to be a Goddess. Unfortunately, the booth did not exist. Alex ran towards the Parking Area.

Arriving in the parking lot, he rode his motorcycle and drove away from the Amusement Park.

Night had arrived, moonlight and stars shining above the night sky. A pair of wheels touched the asphalt, driving along with the riders at their respective destinations. Factory workers, buskers and beggars became familiar sights in the capital. The red light flashed, Alex and the other riders waited for the green light.

Vehicle smoke, mixed with the night breeze. Alexander saw five street musicians playing musical instruments.

The strains of guitar in collaboration with angklung, kendang, bamboo flute and violin create beautiful musical rhythms.

Two men, walking with a small bucket while asking for prices to road users. One by one, the riders put in a sheet of two thousand.

There was also, a young man stuffing a sheet of ten thousand into a bucket. The green light flashed, the riders started to drive away from the Red Light Region.

Arriving at home, Alex laid his body on the bed. Both of his eyes looked at the ceiling. The figure of the blonde-haired girl, flashed through his mind. A pair of purple eyes, his white skin glowing like snow as well as his sweet smile made Alexander smile involuntarily.

He recalled, when he was so scared I remembered the horror stories Alex read on the internet. Both of his legs were touching the ground. His weight was so felt, making Alex speechless pensive.

Alexander looked at the ceiling of the room, "Don't he, he's a real angel? Not likely. But what if he's a real angel?! Alone in the park and not knowing the direction. What if there are bad people bothering him?! Ah, at most he meets a handsome man serving as CEO or maybe a handsome man of mafia descent as in the novel. What is my day a high school student as well as a home child," he said with regret and then turned his body.

Slowly, his eyes began to close and he fell asleep. The next day, a loud cell phone alarm sounded. Alexander woke up from his sleep. Alexander walked into the bathroom with a green towel. Water in the morning, make Alex's body feel fresh. Yet every drop of it, made himself remember the past. During elementary school, Alexander watched a classmate's football game.

At that time, it rained heavily but Alex still watched the sidelines while enjoying the raindrops.

The football came close, the players called him.

"Alex, throw the ball over here!" command them all.

"Yes!"

Little Alex throws the ball as high as possible towards the middle of the field. And then the football kept coming. He continued to pick it up and throw it back then one day Alex was invited by his friends to play.

He has a role as a defender. The game was started, all the players seemed excited to win. The first half of the blue team, where Alex played, got a score of two. Likewise, the red team from the opposing class gets the same score.

The rain is getting heavier, the score of the match up to the last minute has not changed. Two great strikers came closer, one by one players managed to pass. Now, only Alexander faced them both. Dueling for the ball is inevitable. Alexander managed to snatch it, he raised his leg then passed it backwards.

Not in the least, when the goalkeeper was running received the ball the goalkeeper instead slipped. As a result, the ball went into the goal and there was an own goal.

"You fool Alex!" hardik Captain Team.

"You should just kick it forward, you idiot!" connect other players with emotion.

"Have known the position of the goalkeeper is not right. You even pass to the back!"

"It's our money!"

All the players blamed him while the goalkeeper just fell silent as if he didn't know anything. If only the goalkeeper had not slipped, maybe the ball had been caught and Alex was not to blame. The next game, little Alexander was still allowed to come into play. The atmosphere was raining at the time, the match against the children from other schools was fierce. He got the centre back position.

The opponent is so tough, it makes the players overwhelmed to defend. One of the strikers came closer. Alex ran to block the opponent from penetrating the defense.

"Alex kicks back!" the opposing striker.

Little Alexander was exhausted and unfocused with his bending kicking back. Once again in the second match, Alexander had taken a suicide kick. Since then, Alexander was hated and became the subject of bullying by his classmate.

After taking a shower, Alexander began packing into the school. White clothes and blue pants she had been wearing. A pair of black white socks, a cardboard bag and a name tag bearing the name she was wearing. The hat was made of plastic balls, making Alexander look ridiculous when mirrored. Then he was wearing white shoes and the next one was black. The committee asked the participants to dress strangely like crazy. The black Kawasaki W800 has Alex ejected from the house.

He got on the bike and left the house. A pair of wheels touched the asphalt then drove on it towards the destination. Slowly the traffic flow began to solid, many truck cars and four-wheeled vehicles slowed the traffic flow. Some bikers are impatient, compounding the severity of the traffic situation. Especially in the front, accidents and road repairs make the flow of traffic crawl.

Not a single participant was visible.

He glanced at the watch, how surprised Alex was when he saw the time already showing at eight in the morning. The atmosphere was jammed due to accidents and road repairs, making Alexander late. Inevitably, he had to leave and be prepared to accept the punishment.

A MOS participant descends from a red Vespa motorbike. He saw Alex walking alone, "Hey, you!"

"Yes?" look back.

"We go together" the man asked.

The two of them, walked across the street and stood in front of the school gate. Ten members of the OSIS and a teacher stood looking at the two of them. Alexander and the man just fell silent.

"Good, the opening ceremony came too late. Come inside!" the Master's Order is named Mr. Dirman.

They were both escorted in by ten members of the OSIS. Every step of his foot, he felt like a prisoner had committed a great crime. As for the man, it looked relaxed like nothing had happened.

The man held out his hand, "Bro knowsin, I'm Husni Tamrin. Just call me, Tamrin." whispered the acquaintance.

He shook hands, too, "Alex, greetings know.

"Why is it too late, bro?"

"On the road there are accidents and road repairs. So the traffic flow is solid," Alexander replied to his new friend. "If you?"

Tamrin laughed and said, "Gue's bad luck,"

"Good excuse you two. Prepare your mentality to perform in the middle of the field," continued Mr. Dirman to them both.

The two of them, standing next to the basketball court. The participants, lined up neatly in blue white clothes.

Visible representatives of participants, have received a medal made of cardboard and plastic as a symbol of the start of the student orientation period. The two representatives, walking back inside their respective ranks.

"Good morning!" exclaim Mr. Dirman.

"Morning!"

"Today, we have two participants coming in late. You two please go forward," he ordered all participants and members of OSIS to look at the two of them.

Alex's heart was pounding, his every step made him even more nervous. Highlight the eyes of the participants, making Alex feel like a clown.

Both of his hands were shaking and he started to break out in cold sweat. The participants and the school gave a standing ovation to both of them.

"You two, please introduce yourself. It starts with you" Dirman said and gave Alex a mic.

"Alexander Wirawan," said Alex and gave the mic to his friend.

"Tamrin Husni."

"Participants, what punishment do you want to give to both of them?" ask Mr. Dirman to all participants.

Various kinds of punitive advice, the participants have conveyed to Mr. Dirman. Alex was getting nervous, his head was dizzy and sweating coldly.

Both of his hands were trembling, the look in his eyes glancing around made him look very groggy. After such a long negotiation, they were both asked to sing the national anthem.

Then the two of them, singing a song called cut a goose duck while dancing like a duck. The two of them, however, were not allowed back into the lineup before doing so compactly. Inevitably, the two of them directly did it in front of everyone.

The participants included the teacher, laughing at the ridiculous manner of the two of them. Finished the punishment of the two of them, entering into the same row that is room two four.