Time's Up
Chapter 2 - Threatened to Fail

"Well drive," I asked Erga with a hand holding out the car keys depending on the small car she was replying with a suspicious look. "Hunter there, here's the key," I continued to show a really serious expression.

"Tumben, why?" Erga did not immediately agree with my request, even though I had shown how serious and melasnya me this after a series of nightmares that almost took my life.

"Udah, hunted! Mr. Karto has been waiting for his favorite student, the diligent child who always looks for face," I replied with a tone that was pressed on every word.

"Start, start" he grumbled and immediately got in and drove this car.

During the trip, the sights of the city that I used to see could not be avoided. But, how much I pass this route, always these two eyes never get bored to just cool themselves after a night just staring at the wall of the house or screen gadgets that are always flat. Every now and then I see a cat falling asleep on a public bench or a corner of the sidewalk. The route we passed was not a route with lanes capable of towing 3 to 4 trucks at a time, so the sighting of a sleeping cat would be more often seen.

In the front fork, if the route we used to use should be this car keep moving straight. But Erga thought he would go through the rat's path and choose to turn left. After several street lights passed, the feeling is now 2 minutes beyond the travel time when going through the usual route. I saw Erga seemed relaxed with her little whistle that was either intentional or indeed because she could not whistle, while Mr. Karto could not even wait even for a second if it was for me. I was on a marked student list.

The last time I tried to bully Erga's beloved lecturer a little, the e-mail came in papa's mailbox. Seeing it certainly makes papa ride apitam. Millions of words of pearl were launched at me who had just arrived after a busy day with the sweet words of the lecturer in class. I was not even given the opportunity to sip a glass of water or put down a bag containing a laptop that if I lift in 1 hour it may be that my muscles begin to look.

"Is this really the path?" I was full of doubt.

"Truly, be calm, be quiet again" he replied lightly and not crisply. It's not at all pleasant to hear.

"If there is a case with Mr. Karto, watch out," threatened me who responded with laughter. "Your favorite lecturer, really draw it to me."

"Even by now." Erga laughed satisfied to hear my complaint. "Say you want a birthday party today, the invitation wasn't taken?" continued with a soft tone.

"Oiya forgot, missed at the study table," I replied accepting the bait.

"The aldi? Studying? Impossible!" he replied with the same intonation as the last time I relied on my job left at the study table to Mr. Karto. We laughed after that, forgetting that the speed of this car should be raised.

The trip ended 5 minutes later, but now we have to run to the room that is somehow it is. Erga checked the schedule, saw what space we should be visiting. And sure enough we were late even though the breath was like a horde of people who were fighting for basic aid. Mr. Karto looked at us who were still panting after running from floor to 4th floor. But strangely enough, this time Mr. Karto seemed to have no energy to scold us. Mr. Karto instead ordered us to sit down immediately and not cause another commotion.

"Well, do the job, you need to, so the lecture got here first," he explained later. "The meeting will gather your friends' duties at my desk, yes" he added before disappearing behind the door.

"What duty? New also dateng," I asked Bori who was busy drawing beautiful girls in his book.

"Sir komting!" call Erga a little screened which she then responded by showing her palm to Erga as if to say daunt.

As always, surfing the rush of information belonging to google is very helpful to complete this task without the need to press too big this brain to think. Even the smartest people in this class don't get it done as fast as us-I, Erga, Bori. The most important thing is not how original your answer is, but it's about how interesting your paraphase and creativity are in combining millions of pieces of information into one reasonable answer.

The lecture ended just like that, and as I had planned from the beginning, today the invitation will be spread. Right after Mr. Karto left, I started to play my fingers and attract a lot of people in my birthday party which will be held later tonight. Of course it would be more fun if the invitation came suddenly. But the result is a lot of incoming message notifications. Some of them said they could not attend and some complained at length to me.

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This time the cold water can I feel piercing my body which almost all day sitting in the chair listening to the lecturers. I rushed to get ready and got off to see where the party preparation was made, because it was not a birthday party that contained singing, cutting cakes, exchanging gifts, exchanging a few words or other boring things. Tonight all the guests will not sleep until tomorrow morning. Last night's party. Today is the day where I have grown 1 figure. Simultaneously my time in the world was reduced by 1 figure. And of course, everything should be celebrated very much. What is it for a parent to work so hard if not for their child, right?

In a few hours the party will be held. But I don't know who threw the stone right in my head. The message that just entered the mailbox mom managed to make her expression very terrible. Right at the end of the staircase the kindest woman in the universe was looking at me with a gaze that I felt was her anger. Whoever the stone thrower is I will definitely reply just in case my party this time has to fail before it even starts because of the rampage.

I walked down the stairs with a heavy step and tried to smile like there was nothing. I occasionally move this body position to the left and to the right. Damn, those eyes had no intention of letting me go. My party is really threatened.

"Where are you going?" asked Mama after finally the footsteps arrived at the last step of the stairs.

"Oh ma" I said with the sweetest smile I could make.

"What party?" A slight little mound appeared between my two brow confused.

"Damn it, my party is really threatened" I said in my heart.

"Message from Mr. Karto." I took a deep breath, again the same person. The reason was already very clear, as I was late for her class today.

"Yes ma, sorry for being late."

"Tag? Are you late again?" My face froze at the confusion of hearing it. Did I invite my own death?