Fantasy Pristine: Our Bond

Chapter 144 {Season 2: Midnight’s Problem}

“Eh, sound?”

Midnight's forehead creased as she focused on reading the spell book, distracted briefly by Silentwave who approached her while gently patting her mother's shoulder.

The two of them telepathically hit Midnight's phone ringing as Silentwave was about to win a car racing game. The aura was forced to swallow a bitter pill because, the finish line that was left a fraction of a meter had to run aground because someone or mistirius number appeared on the screen of his mother's phone. That made Silentwave inevitably have to give the phone to its owner, Midnight.

“Who is this? If the student... Everything I've saved his number,” muttered Midnight while trying to remember the name of the student on his campus who has not saved his number. From the noisiest, to the quietest, everything Midnight has saved. To the neighbors, no one Midnight knew. Boro-boro knows, just doesn't.

“Should I lift? Part Only number.”

On the other hand, Okka and Kenzo were joking. Sometimes, they laugh at the memes they keep in Kenzo's gallery. One of them was Aoi's face while sleeping. Coincidentally but originally intentional, Kenzo snapped the longor's face between the deep sleep of the Japanese man. Well, as long as it is not used as content, yes it does not matter.

“Halo? Sorry who is this with?” after discussing with Silentwave, Midnight finally raised the call, rather than letting the calm atmosphere be disturbed.

Silentwave crossed his arms in front of his chest while closing his eyes.  Sit on the back of a garden chair. The wind this afternoon is blowing hard. It's so cold it feels. Even though the tree that still stands firmly with leafy leaves is only a little left, it can at least help the wind cool the area.

Midnight's hand instantly froze as the person across the street responded to her question. Midnight's eyeballs vibrate. His lips were confused as if he was at a loss for words that were usually very easy to say especially when he was insinuating people.

The voice of a girl who asked her news in an impressed tone worried her. The girl panicked. Continually inquiring about Midnight's whereabouts also said that she was grateful to finally be able to find Midnight's number. The girl begged Midnight to return home. He spoke without giving the slightest gap for Midnight to respond.

Those overly deep worries made it difficult for the girl across there to put the brakes on her nonsense. Even wanting to end that call alone can't. A deep longing and shadow that always expects the presence of the brother in the palace built by his parents. Gather in his small family while enjoying the warmth of mother's cooking. Then accompanied by a light laughter that usually appears when one of his family members throwing a joke that can shake their stomach.

Midnight was speechless no more. The girl's longing is huge. That is what makes Midnight unable to answer all the strands of words full of worry. Other than silence, there was a feeling of anger veiled within Midnight's little heart. The woman bit the tip of her lips in annoyance. From the beginning, he did not want the presence of the girl who called him at all. Boro-boro presence, hearing her voice only Midnight would not.

Midnight was already very sick of living in the palace where everyone thought of it as the place where Midnight came home. However, to Midnight himself, that place was not the place to go home. A bad memory of the treatment of the people who lived in the house at Midnight, made Midnight reluctant to set foot there.

There was no interest even he was already determined to no longer meet the family. A family that would only destroy his future. It would only hurt her heart and damage her mentality. The family that always makes her crazy girl.

Midnight really doesn't want to go back there anymore. Not at all. It is better to fight with heavy injuries than to have to bear wounds in the heart that are quite severe.

Without commenting, Midnight immediately turned off her phone. Then, throw the phone with a large force that he has collected in his right arm.

As a result of the throw, his phone floated at high speed until it hit a light pole right next to two youtuber who was engrossed in laughter. Both youtuber was surprised to find the phone with a screen that broke into pieces.

Kenzo gaped in wonder. The man wondered, whose broken phone is next to him? When viewed from the brand, of course the damaged phone is not a cheap phone.

“Gosh... Whose phone is this?!”

“Ow, grieve! Too bad to be thrown,”

Okka and Kenzo are shocked to the point that an indistinct slip-up finds Midnight's fast-floating phone then breaks up next to them.

Not understanding, Okka and Kenzo's attention was immediately diverted to Midnight who was silent with her right hand drooping weakly after throwing her favorite object. The woman did not even bother about the damage her phone received. As if he felt able to buy a new phone even with an expensive brand.

It is a new outward appearance. However, Midnight must build an entire new memory from scratch. Curious, Okka asked. “Why did you throw your phone? How will you communicate later?”

“Do not worry. Can Iasur.”

Midnight stepped in with a flat face, passing the two youtubers. He lowered his head as he grabbed his dead cell phone in his hand. The Midnight incar is just the memory card of that phone. The rest, he let it splatter on the ground.

“Oi, communication. You know for a fact that the three students are somewhere else. The three of them also do not have our numbers. So, how do they..”.

“I told you, I can arrange,” Midnight. Her voice sounded flat but Okka felt the sentence sound resolute in her ears.

Midnight got up after a short bow to pick up her memory card. “You are so busy with your own world that you forget that there is Silentwave who can open the portal. Ignored it hurts you know,” shriek Midnight. His face was facing the shoes.

“Forget my phone. There's still a lot of things I want to do. Including taking care of your portal home.”

Without even a single glance, Midnight play just passed by. Leaving Okka and Kenzo who were still speechless in confusion.

Behind them, Silentwave let out a heavy sigh. That aura was well aware of what Midnight was thinking right now. He knows who the girl who called Midnight was. By the way, that girl was the one he hated so much. Of all people, that girl was the only one who made Midnight want to kill herself.

Silentwave thought that by changing her cell phone number, social media, and moving house, she would no longer be able to contact Midnight. However, his guess turned out to be wrong. It was precisely this longing that became the strength of the girl to continue looking for Midnight.

It was fourteen years ago. The girl was still looking and wanted Midnight's presence at home. Now, how's the girl doing, huh? Reddish-brown haired girl, curls, and jolly. He also has an naive side that Midnight hates very much. But, loved by many. The girl's ideals are strange. That is, being a good main character for everyone. Maybe that means being loved and seeing everyone smile.

“Silentwave, can you explain what happened?” tanya Okka finally spoke up a few minutes ago speechless while deliberating with herself. Although nervous, this was her first time talking to Aura. Because before, all they had always done with the Aura at Carnater was hurt, challenge them to fight, and steal their weapons. But now, Okka and Kenzo give up on their desire to become true fighters. Being patient with life alone is already grateful to them.

Hearing that sentence, Silentwave nodded in agreement. The aura slowly approached Okka and Kenzo. Then tell him everything he knows without anyone being forgotten. Because his memory is so sharp. He is able to remember Yuuki's car number plate before the accident. He even remembered the location of Midnight's first house.