THE PRINCE OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
eps.20
I don't run out of sense, want to play around with these snot kids apparently. Starting from the thinnest and followed by his friends around us, my friend this one is already scared abis, let alone want to volunteer, writhing them just do not dare. I stuck at my point yes. But looking at their style, they're all catrotic flushes. Once I'm excited, dare to bet everything must be on the blindfold of sleep tossed. I don't know who they are facing yet.
But suddenly my eyes caught a fraud. Not knowing where it came from, one of the gang members handed out a long pole of rich scout sticks to each of them. Wahh wah wah. They use a riotous way, automatically I and my friend must be direct KO. Does my head have a doraemon? Can anchor this if hit using that kayak.
"Calm down, if you've ever seen a power rangers movie that usually airs on that Sunday. His bully in numbers is like this, also bring a strange weapon again. But that doesn't mean they win, the champions are fewer in number." I said calmly.
The girl whom my sister confessed to earlier, even stopped our attitude of rich children.
"Stop stop stop! Hey, you guys are like little kids! I'm like this, meningan let me follow these two children, talking well what the hell they really want" he said snorting at us both.
"What are you really, sure you want to go with these stressors?!" His friend who disagreed with the girl instead mocked us.
Obviously I do not accept, fashionable clothes, neatly arranged like this is said to be a more stressful gem. His eyes bristled with kali. Meningan me again, rather than those who wear pants in snoring, maybe even the pants abis made accident continue to tear deh, tear it much more. And because there is no money for sewing, that is what it is.
"Eh, what did you say?!! Just indiscriminate!! I'm not A GEMBEL! Lo all the times that are loose because they are sticky and fit really make it so loose!" My eyes went back to them.
I saw almost all the levels they changed wanted to be angry not accept. Even one of them came close to me, but was prevented by the girl.
"Udah, don't be like a child anymore, uh you two let's go out!" His orders with an annoyed face.
Surprisingly, the girl suddenly changed the color of her face which was originally fiery red, now became a bleak blue bruise like people were crying how. Even more puzzling, he pulled my friend's hand to a quiet place he might feel safe. There, under the raindrop, precisely in the empty stop seat, yes because the twilight sky was now gone.
I just realized that I was in the stuffy warehouse for a long time, until the day before Maghrib arrived I just came out. And now plus the atmosphere that makes my head dizzy seven circumference. At first they just sat together normally, not a single word came out of them. I was looking from a distance at the stop, not too far away, maybe only 5 meters from the foot of the stairs.
Is it possible that my eyes are wrong or that girl is unconscious again. He hugged the boy who was my friend earlier who I brought to the motorcycle gang headquarters, who also claimed he said the sister of the girl. I was surprised not to play, they were both crying in arms. Why should I be jealous. But don't know why, seeing that happen my heart was hot. Want this leg to head towards them and stop it. However, it felt like something was pulling like a magnet. My feet are heavy to move. What made me even more incredulous was that the girl said sobbing, even sitting under the feet of the child almost kissing her but was prevented and told to sit back in her place.
Because of my incredible curiosity, I moved a little closer to eavesdrop on their conversation. A little bit I can hear.
"Second, sorry brother yes, sister like this to find money, sister join them work, but sister does not care about the social background of who the brother actually is."
"Sister, look for the money there are many ways, we can do this together. After my sister who often left me alone, who do I want to be the same? I don't have anyone but my brother,"
"Yes deck, brother knows it, but sister uses a shortcut. But calm down, you do not admit what is forbidden by our religion. I promise you that you have a lot of money, you will go home and you can go to school again."
I couldn't bear to see it, I didn't realize my tears were falling down. I went up to the bus stop through the stairs. As I passed the stairs I slipped and fell, I suddenly saw myself falling down from the bed. And back I saw my wall clock in my room. I said, "Ahhh, it turned out to be a dream, but it was also a lucky dream like that, so I am grateful to still have a family that loves me, still can go to school. I'm going to school in earnest to be a real detective, not just a delusion let alone a dream to fall out of bed all over again."
