Heart Thief

Salvaged

Lovely Arzetta is stepping a little fast towards the UKS room on the second floor of her school.

He immediately entered the still quiet room. The health teacher has not yet arrived and that means he can satisfy himself to relax in the most comfortable place in his school.

He dropped himself on a UKS bed with his arm padding. His eyes looked straight at the white ceiling.

Although a popular girl at school, Zetta never once opened her heart to the opposite sex. Though those who pursue it can no longer be counted using fingers.

A shadow of the man who had met him suddenly twisted in Zetta's memory. The weird guy with the pretentious look he thinks is very different. If before all the men will chase after him even though Zetta did not respond, the man did not show any reaction when he met him.

Fun with her own mind, Zetta did not realize that the door of UKS had opened and appeared the figure most hated by Zetta.

Health guru

The figure who will always speak if he sees Zetta lazing in his room.

But before that happened, immediately Zetta got up and grabbed her school bag lying on the nightstand next to the UKS bed.

"Where are you going?" The cold voice interrupted Zetta as she was about to step away from the UKS.

"It's none of your business."

"Didn't I tell you a lot if it's not good to keep ditching school hours, Zetta. You're in eleventh grade, what if you keep acting like this?" guru Health's nagging while massaging his forehead.

"I'm not asking you to take care of my life, just let me go and the problem is over." This time Zetta said with a flat face expressionlessly staring at her interlocutor.

"Don't you feel sorry for me?" Lirih Health teacher. His voice sounded sad withstanding the cry that could spill at any moment.

Without answering the health teacher's question, Zetta immediately passed by slamming the door hard enough.

The emotions inside her suddenly forced her to come out despite Zetta trying hard to temper her.

Now he steps his foot towards the back of the school building. The building that looks more like a warehouse is an alternative choice when he is feeling chaotic like this.

With a flickering step he walked towards the building. He immediately kicked at the entrance of the room with a loud enough to cause a loud enough sound. Lucky the environment around the building was quiet so the action just now no one would catch.

Zetta walked casually into the stuffy room full of dust, then he threw with the origin of his school bag. The goal is currently only one, samsak....

He immediately removed the tie perched on his neck and wrapped it around his right wrist. He immediately punched and kicked the samsak before him blindly.

A sweat poured down his smooth face, his breathing was stingy due to his current activity.

He roughly wiped the sweat that soaked his face using the arm of his left hand. Then he continued to hit the samsak earlier as an outlet for his current emotions.

"Mzhughhh...."

His screams blared in the vacuum, as Zetta's body fell onto the dust-filled white floor.

His breath was still tight, but he did not care.

Zetta woke up again and punched the samsak in front of him with overflowing emotions.

"Why do I have to be God..."

He grumbled without stopping his activities.

"You'll only torture yourself if you keep going like that." Say someone walking closer to Zetta.

Wearing a mask and gloves, the man entered the warehouse where Zetta was.

He then washed away the sweat that soaked his face and neck.

"Drink this," the man held out a bottle of mineral water toward Zetta.

Again Zetta accepted it without the slightest refusal.

"Where do you know I'm here?" Zetta asked without staring at the interlocutor.

The man chuckled behind his face mask. "Easy, I saw you walking and I followed you. As simple as that," clearly the person stared at Zetta.

"Stalker," sizzled Zetta who was only responded with a small naughtiness by the person before her at this moment.

"Did you come here often?" The man asked curiously.

Zetta turned her head with furrowed brows, "do I have to answer the questions of people I don't know at all?" Ask Zetta back.

"Whatever," the man seemed to have no interest in responding to Zetta.

"What costume is that? You look weird in a costume like that" Zetta sneered at the appearance of the person in front of her.

The person in front of him blasts his lips in disbelief, "I just don't want bacteria to get into my body. Even after this, I had to clean my whole body so that viruses and bacteria wouldn't stick to me" the person explained.

Zetta chuckled at the explanation of the person before her, "are you a janitorial maniac, huh?" ask Zetta wonder.

The man simply rolled his eyeballs, "that's all I have to go. No need to hurt yourself if you have a problem sharing with others so that your mood is not as upset as this." The man's advice before leaving leaves the pensive Zetta in his place.

"Hey...What's your name?" Shouted Zetta as she regained consciousness from her momentary daydream.

"Kepo," the mysterious person replied casually. Before he completely disappeared from Zetta's sight he waved his right hand without turning to look at Zetta.

"Freak man!" Shouted Zetta annoyed.

Lovely Arzetta then decided to end her activities and chose to leave her favorite room. He scanned the room where he vented his frustration.

Dingy

That's what comes to his mind right now.

"Two years I've been spoiling here but I just realized this room is so disgusting?" The monologue doesn't believe it.

"I've been really fast asleep apparently all this time," he chuckled as he shook his head laughing at his stupidity all along.

Zetta then throws a towel and mineral water given by the mysterious man on his bag, then he justifies his slightly messy hair ties.

"Alright, let's use this ditching time with useful things" he told himself as he stretched his muscles. He then walked towards the broom located in the corner of the room and took the trash can to accommodate all the dirt he cleaned.

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It took twenty minutes before Zetta finally managed to juggle the dirty room to be clean like a new room.

Fyuhhh

Zetta exhaled his tired breath while wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"Finally it's done, too" he said as he spread his gaze across the room.

He then walked over to the bag lying on the floor and stuffed it into the bag. Then he walked to the exit. Before exiting the room, Zetta stared at her work once more. Not bad. he thought.

After that Zetta came out and put up a board that had been prepared by him that read "A haunted warehouse" at the entrance of the warehouse so that no one would dare to set foot into the room that he claimed to be his private room.