Time's Up
Chapter 4 - Mysterious Girl

Along with the roar of thunder covered in tears the cloud that was grieving the departure of the moon limited my visibility. Erga had felt that something was wrong with today. He has a habit of playing with his intuition that is more true 1 point if it is considered with numbers. I who did not trust his intuition too much tried to continue to break through the tears that were like a full bucket at one point.

"Ren, seriously, mending us home," he asked for the umpteenth time. Actually I strongly agree with his wish that indirectly supports his intuition. But if my mom finds out, my life is over.

"Where can you, the cave mammer apert," I argue by continuing to try to drive at a minimum speed.

Erga understood my point, therefore he made no other comment. But certainly silence made him much more uneasy about something that somehow filled his mind with bad scenes that might happen. I think he's too overthinking.

Several times I almost grazed a car that I could not figure out the direction of its appearance. How slowly this car runs, such dangers are reluctant to leave. The lights of other vehicles must be seen very carefully until finally it reaches this netra. Describing how terrible the weather is today is not comparable to the picture of your anger if he knows not only late, but I skipped college.

"Be careful," Erga said after a few times it was almost in contact with other cars.

...**...

"Good morning everyone." The beautiful lecturer entered a pitch-black room that none of us intentionally brought her to life. "Why it's so dark, let's turn on the lights," Ratna ordered a second later.

Despite the heavy rain, the lecture went well as usual. And this course is one that is always awaited by students. Pleasant carrying becomes an important factor that makes difficult material easier to understand. If all lecturers play like Ratna ma'am, there must be no need to worry about every IP of the class occupant.

After 1 hour more passed, Ms. Ratna always gave the task at the end to be collected the next day. It sucks if the task is a project. Although the collection time is one week, the project requires more effort in heating the brain.

The first lecture was completed and the place I definitely went to was the campus cafeteria located not far from my faculty building. Erga and I went with careful planning on how delicious hot noodles with a refreshing drink of iced tea accompanied the cold of the morning without sunlight. The rain had turned into a stub that also removed the lightning-carrying clouds from the sky.

During the trip Erga told me a lot about a girl he had just met last night right after the party ended. He said the girl was very pretty, but quite mysterious. The all-black look with a sharp gaze that kept staring at me. Wait, directions?

"Yes, the girl keeps looking at you tajem that way, I asked her just the bells keep going after seeing you go with your girl," he explained to me confused.

"Fansku times," I replied grinning proudly. A little bit of bedehem "The girl is beautiful right," I said to make sure.

"Yaa. pretty, because she wears that mask, not looking obvious, but it looks pretty." Our footsteps get faster as the faster the rain stub falls.

"Why the rain is so durable," I complained stroking the clothes trying to remove the clumps of water that can sneak the fibers of my clothes.

Erga who was supposed to listen to me had actually reached the mother canteen table first with some orders that she had started to make. His mouth was so agile that when I got there he would leave. My hand held him firmly and made him round his eyes and return to the front of the canteen mother. He forgot to order my order.

"But bro, that girl is so beautiful, anyway," she replied casually while smiling a little made me frown with foresight.

......**......

After finally the sky returned cheerful just as the lecture had finished today, I came back with the groceries that I suddenly had to buy. Some chat messages mama sent me who was already on the home page. Even though Mama saw me - because she was sitting there relaxing with her favorite glass of jasmine tea on the porch, she still sent her a message to buy her those things. Of course I answered with Ren already in front of this ma, which he answered with continues?

When I got home, my mother's position didn't change in the least. Even the cross of the foot that is placed on the left foot remains the same. His hands were still busy typing and his gaze was bowed letting the hot tea he had deliberately left to warm had come to the cold phase.

"This is the shopping," I handed him a bag of groceries that he might want to check because his sense of distrust is greater even if only a fraction of a milli-as usual.

"Put dalem," he answered briefly, which I heard a little tatus or just my feelings.

I'm guessing this will be for tonight's event. A family party commemorates my reduced age in this world. As I explained earlier that the only sibling in this house sees it more from the negative side. That's why since the age of stepping on the number 18 there is no more birthday party in the name of Rita, either Rita what her full name is because mama and papa seemed obsessed with puzzle movies when she was born so her name was made as difficult as solving puzzles in the film even just to say it. Forgive your sister, this is Rita's sister.

"Home home?" said a girl with a spooky face who surprised me because it appeared suddenly. Trying to calm the heart, Rita scrawled the groceries I held "Where is the big brother?". The question got me thinking has this girl in front of me ever sent a text message? the call came from him almost a month ago.

"There are mesen-mesen?"

"Some, ice cream, you're already chat brother," he replied slightly raising the tone as if I had forgotten about it.

"Where's the ice cream flat brother?" I answered and then he checked his smartphone.

"Gosh, don't send, pantesan no balesan from earlier, tumben," he replied and left.

I immediately put the groceries on the kitchen table and went to the room. Remembering there is a task that must be collected tomorrow makes my life feel uneasy at once. Not at all intending to add hours of study, I chose to sleep while the sun was still in its highest place. Before a few beats might come. Or next there will be no nap.

It feels weird to sleep during the day that I usually choose to do a lot of useless things, from looking at videos that I don't even understand the storyline to checking the latest ads that might be interesting. It may sound strange, but I often see commercials on purpose. Unlike the people who usually choose the skip button when their favorite video suddenly tucked into an immaculate advertising atmosphere destroyer.

"Eh, but who's the girl that Erga said she was?"