Emotion Taster

Arc 3.5 All Round Healing: Chapter 3 - Day One

Morning light in the east, crumbs of student hustle, a scene of one region with various children of similar age in similar clothes walking together. The old school environment I had passed by was somehow quite foreign.

But, it didn't matter to me, something that was quite disturbing was the sharp gaze when many of the students in the school looked at me. Wounds on the hands are certainly very striking, casts and safety hangers on the hands certainly provoke a lot of attention. Many of them do not know me directly, so of course my appearance looks new. Their waves of emotions were fickle in the dense state, it became color and the beginning of the first day of school fatigue.

I now went to the classroom, the location that was at the end and went up to the second floor again became a barrier. I was required to pass through many classes with students before I got to my own class, causing my emotional detection to work again.

Yes, this is also my fault, the morning should be much earlier to avoid the crowd I did not do. Today I set off at a busy normal hour, where most of the students had already gathered.

“Woah .. halo~ Kaivan,” voice calls my name in a spoiled and compassionate tone. “We haven't seen you in a long time. I miss you,” and then continued with close physical contact hugging and embracing.

I slightly moved my head and neck, the voice coming from my old friend Farrel. His existence is almost forgotten because he has had a little role in life lately. What can be done, he does not know magic and is not related to the world of magic Amalia.

“Ah, yes. I miss you too,” I said in reply to a speech from the man. “Farrel,” then went back with physical contact holding back his hand that was embracing my shoulder now.

“...”

“...”

Time paused for a moment, the expressions of Farrel and I froze as if they had stopped working on analyzing the situation. My voice is not cute, but I have tried to follow the tone of his speech that dabbles along with pampering body language.

“...”

“...”

So, what I was supposed to do was something similar to what Farrel did to me. However, his reaction and emotional waves turned negative instead.

“Ivan, that's disgusting,” Farrel said cynically as he moved away, the action automatically making his arm embrace and holding my left hand off.

“What does that mean? Ha's? I just read the situation and reply to your actions,” I said in self-defense. Of course I'm not silent called disgusting.

“I hugged it just now to say disgust, not to be hugged back. It was disgusting, Van,” said Farrel who started turning towards me face to face starting an open conversation.

We are right now in class. The time alone was still a few minutes before the bell rang, so it seemed like he opened the conversation first to not let me put the bag in class.

“I know it, Farrel.”

My time with him was long enough to get to know a little bit of the meaning of his silly actions. Farrel who just wanted to piss me off a little, receiving a hug would be disgusting and make me a little rowdy to be able to keep my distance with him. But, that was what he wanted, he wanted me to throw a little energy into shouting and moving while swearing at him.

“I hug back also do not want homoan. I hugged back let you be disgusted and independently stay away. So, no wasted energy,” I explained.

That was my answer and proved right. I can keep it away from my body without having to waste a lot of energy. Although I guess a bit of a bitter wave of emotions due to the disgusting goosebumps, but at least I succeeded on the other side. Fighting acts of disgust with acts of disgust again, eyes avenged.

“Haha .. I can't beat you, Kaivan.”

“Tch, huft .. hah ..” lamented my breath over the topic of the communication.

Yes .. I don't understand. But, some of the common traits of men are to start a showdown in a peace. It is not a bad fight, mutual snapping and beating, mutual swearing and snapping, for a certain relationship it is a strong relationship of friendship.

“Oke, now serious. Your left hand and leg are completely healed?” tanya Farrel changed the topic in a more general direction.

“Cover completely like not yet, but heal to be used again .. yes, I'm cured.”

Suture wounds on the left hand and stab marks on the stomach are still felt. Too much movement or maybe laughing out loud will give you pain. I don't understand why my bones grow faster. But, it could be because my bones were healing itself, in contrast to the wounds on my skin that at the end of it were like losing most of the flesh. The hospital even gave some grafts of meat and artificial skin so that the body parts can be aroused to grow back. So, patching is easier than remaking for my body.

I was there trying to close the conversation with Farrel, walking into class to rest put things. However, it turns out that circumstances do not permit. Some of the students in the class started to come and ask me various curious questions.

Starting from the explanation of the pain, the explanation of the healing stage, the experience in the hospital, the experience of an accident, and even about my personal life in the bathroom that became a terrible scourge.

Huft .. hah ....

*****

The break bell rang, the group of students started out racing to get food first. I sat in class about five minutes longer, waiting for the crowd to subside before finally leaving class.

This is my golden time, an opportunity where I can meet Imarine or Amalia in a different school class. For Imarine, maybe I'll come first. My messages from my phone were never answered until now. Even so, I still knew he was in school. So, today I'm back to give him a message now.

“...”

Waiting for a while to wait for a reply, but it doesn't seem like there will be as fast a waiting time as that.

Coming to class straight wasn't one of my ways of acting, a situation where people knew that I was looking for someone was already a mine. People will know we have a relationship, eyewitnesses will spread gossip, and eventually more will be involved in my personal matters.

Well, maybe it won't happen that bad. But, avoiding the beginning was much easier. So, as much as possible I met with Imarine in a state unknown to people.

I walked to the east area of the school, an area where the area was quiet because few public places woke up there. The direction of my feet towards a place that used to be a special place, a little nostalgia can be felt when the environment of the parks and the quiet wind of the school washed away caressing the body.

My position began to close, an area of an unused building where it could penetrate into the parking lot. It was in the furthest corner of the school and with an untouched environment, the leftover wooden chairs and tables stacked up were even visible from a distance.

The last wall in the hallway began to pass, and at the end I came out to see the terrace of the building with one girl sitting. He was dressed like an ordinary student, with a big chest and long hair, I could feel that the person was still not changing in appearance.

I approached him, walking a few steps before finally speaking.

“Ima,” call me with a makeshift voice. “Finally I can see you now.”

The girl was still sitting, she with the cute little provisions she ate started to stop being spooned. Slowly his neck looked up at me, his eyes and face did not look as pleasant as the welcoming classmates, his expression more towards the flat.

*Whoush ....

But, I can tell what he really feels right now with the detection of emotions.

“Oh, you are still alive it turns out,” he said coldly.

“Yes, it looks like I'm strong enough to survive. Medical personnel and the right time make me successful from the possibility of death is extraordinary,” then I reply with a flat answer as if ignoring with that tone.

I walked over and walked into the terrace of the unused building, into the area where Imarine is sitting right now. By taking a different seat, I was now housed next to the girl about two meters apart.

“...”

“...”

Things are starting to feel awkward. The stalled Imarine who ate the meal ended up silently daydreaming looking down, his gaze ached as the gaze was not directed at me.

There I also did not start the conversation any more, my mind preferring to devour the little bread of lunch. It was something I thought could melt the atmosphere.

“Ivan, sorry.”

Hn?

But, suddenly there was one word spoken from Imarine.

“Make what?” ask for a quick response.

“Entahlah .. I don't know what I have to do now. So, maybe that's an apology because I can't give you something when you're heavy now.”

*Whoush ....

Again, a similar wave of emotions.