When Two Ends Meet

New Home

When Boboiboy announced that he didn't have a home, it struck everyone like lightning. Literally. He didn't really like how everyone was gaping at him, so he let loose some electricity to wake them up.

"Boboiboy, you can stay at my house," Ali offered nervously, Boboiboy smiled and nodded, while Ali grinned in joy. Being an only child drove Ali mad.

When he reached Ali's home, he admired the pretty garden and nice outlook, but when he went inside, his stomach jolted in surprise. It was extremely messy. Gempa's motherly personality trait flooded into his mind.

"Heavens Ali... are you sure that you don't need help to clean up? Will your parents allow this?" Boboiboy hesitated, his eyes flashing brilliant gold.

Ali cheered, "Definitely sure! And about the second question...my pa, Ghazali, is on a business trip since he's taking on FIFO, and my ma, Aliya, is...deceased," his mood dampened a little.

"Oh...I didn't mean to bring up such a sensitive topic Ali, but I can relate, my father Amato is an ambassador, so he doesn't have any time for me, while my mother, Mara, is deceased as well," Boboiboy sighed sadly.

Only then did Ali realise something, Boboiboy didn't say sorry or pity him like others did, he hated it when others pitied him. Boboiboy really did understand how he felt.

Ali showed Boboiboy his room, and they got to work, tidying it up, and decorating it. When they finished, it was night.

"Let's go sleep, Agent Zain helped enrol you into our school, it starts tomorrow 7:30 a.m, if you wake up earlier than me, just leave a note and head off," Ali said.

Boboiboy nodded and did some kind of salute, the T.A.P.O.P.S salute. Ali frowned in confusion, "This...isn't really an order," he noted.

Boboiboy scratched his cheek in embarrassment, "Sorry, it's something I got used to in T.A.P- never-mind," he quickly caught himself.

'Tap?" Ali muttered under his breath, "Anyways, goodnight," he called. Boboiboy smiled, "Goodnight and thank you Ali," Boboiboy said before closing the bedroom door.

Ali went to his own room only to fall asleep the moment his face connected with the bed.

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When Ali woke, the house was silent. He changed into his school clothes, packed his bag and stretched. Ali went downstairs and there was a letter on the dining table, followed by his favourite homemade tempoyak udang. It said:

Dear Ali,

Morning! I'm off to school now, I've set this routine for myself over the years in Paula Rintis, my hometown. I'm sorry if it disrupted your sleep this morning. I do this everyday in my hometown, and it's a little hard to do it quietly:

Wake up 2:00 a.m: make and eat breakfast

2:30 a.m: tidy room

3:00 a.m: tidy house

4:00 a.m: prepare for school

4:30 a.m: backyard fight training

5:40 a.m: pack up training gear

6:00 a.m: leave to walk to school

6:10 a.m: arrive at school

Remember, like you said! School starts at 7:30 a.m, see ya there Ali! I honestly don't know which class I'm in, hope I'm in yours! Enjoy brekkie!

Ali placed down the letter, and stuck it on the fridge, "He does all of that in the morning?! And whoa, his writing is neat. And he even trains for like, one hour and 10 minutes?! Literally?! Epic," Ali admired Boboiboy's talent and workmanship.

"Kay, let's get to school...WHAT IN THE WORLD?! ITS LIKE 7:25 ALREADY!" Ali dashed out, slinging his bag around his shoulder, taking out his foldable scooter while holding his precious tempoyak udang.