My Silver Star's

Clocked

The true story sheets are written by the ink of destiny.

When the test day came, Sora and I sat apart. Sora sat in the right corner of the middle, while I sat in the same place. The expressions on the faces of the students looked the same starting from being shared about the exam until the first day of the exam was over.

After the end of the exam, I went home with Sora. A lot of my class kids talk about things, like accidents. I didn't hear it so clearly, usually Sora would tell me the news he got. And sure enough, I just thought Sora was directly talking about something that made me curious.

"Vivi, did you know after the exam ended there was someone in our class who said there was an accident at a junction near our school!"

"really? Was the accident severe?"

"I heard the victim was a student from the next school, he was riding a bicycle."

"Bicycle?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"I didn't hear wrong! This information is accurate!"

What is possible ... Uh! I can't think negatively. It could have been someone else, many who used bicycles to go to school. But ...

"Sora!"

"Yes? You surprise me!"

"Do you know the characteristics of the accident victim?"

"Yes ... Why?"

"Annu ... My neighbor also went to school on his bike ..."

"The turban is a teenage boy our age, the bike is black with a red list, I heard also the brake is red, the rest is black."

It looks! Is that really Junsu?

"Do you know the color of the victim's bag?"

"No, that's all I heard anyway why do I know that much detail? Am I his girlfriend?"

"It turns out your detective skills are nothing ..."

"What?!?!?"

"I go first! Hye!"

I called Han's driver to pick me up. Hearing the news worried me, I hope nothing happens.

My pickup car is here, I'll get on and go home. After a few meters I saw senior Jo in the rearview mirror of the car. I turned my back to look at it on the back glass. Senior was seen standing at his feet, I forgot to tell senior that I was picked up.

While on the way I called senior. I don't want him to worry.

"Hello? Senior!"

"Hello, are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine, just a little rushed."

"Thank God."

"Sorry, I forgot to tell senior."

"It's okay, be careful on the way."

"Senior was also careful on the trip huh."

Thank goodness I remembered to tell him right away. For the past few days I have been coming home accompanied by a senior. Going home without giving any news will worry him.

"Miss Kim?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Have you heard that Mr. Kwon's son was in an accident?"

"HUH?!? REALLY?"

"Yes Miss, it doesn't seem too bad, but now it's still in the hospital. Ladies and gentlemen visit the hospital. He advised that Miss also visit the hospital later."

"Allah ... Thank you, driver Han."

When I got home, I changed clothes. Driver Han was waiting outside, I immediately came out to approach driver Han. My house is guarded by a housekeeper who usually helps Eomma.

I wear a simple, rainbow casual shirt with black long jeans and a small mocha bag. My hair is tied to simple as well. Driver Han and I left for the hospital, on the way I also called Appa saying that I was following them to the hospital.

"Chauffeur Han, means Appa's not overtime today?"

"So Appa took Junsu to the hospital ..."

"What about Mr. Kwon?"

"He panicked to hear it, he also went straight to the scene."

"What about Junsu's mother?"

"Eh ... About that, I don't know Miss ..."

"Allah ... Thanks for the information, driver Han."

"Thank you, Miss."

I don't think, I'm scared. I'm afraid things I don't want to happen to people around me. I looked out the window at the bright lights of Seoul here and there. The car drove through tall buildings and through overpasses.

.....

The car arrived at the hospital. I got out of the car to the information desk. Before I arrived at the information desk, Eomma sent out a message that contained the room number where Junsu was being treated. After reading it I headed to the elevator and pressed the number 5 button. Junsu was treated in room 503, accompanied by Mr. Kwon and my parents.

Elevator's on the 5th floor, I'm looking for number 503. Finally I arrived at room 503 I saw from the outside looking my parents were standing and chatting. I took a breath before entering the room, I opened the room door and entered it. The first time it appeared, my parents were welcoming me. Then Mr. Kwon who was sitting now stood up to greet me as well.

Then ... Someone lying on a bed with an infusion and a hand wrapped in a cast. He smiled broadly to welcome me. Small wounds around the face and neck still appear wet and some are given plaster.

"Look who's coming!" He said with a smile.

Everyone smiles and laughs, he is good at making people laugh.

"All the students are in exams, you're lying here." I told him a little bit of a tease.

"This mattress is too comfortable for me to leave."

"We'll be here for a while, after that we'll be home." My Appa said to Junsu

"Aigoo~ is okay! You guys come at a time like this I'm so grateful!"

"Ah~ I have to take a follow-up exam." Junsu said while complaining

"Aren't you going to be in the hospital forever? Soon you'll recover and get out of here."

"But here is too convenient~ I don't need to go to school~"

"Aigoo~ this kid!"

For a few minutes we talked and talked about a lot of things. Our existence makes Mr. Kwon not feel lonely. We also gather together like this there is a silver lining as well.

Almost 30 minutes since my arrival and we chatted. We decided to go home. We say hello to Kwon and Junsu. Driver Han was already waiting in the lobby after Appa called him. We went home together, Mr. Kwon accompanied his son.

Not too long on the way to our house. Mr. Kwon's house looks deserted, some lights are on and some are off. Ahjumma had prepared dinner for us. We had dinner before we rested.

"Eomma, I want to know ... What Junsu ... Don't have a mother?"

Appa and Eomma were a little surprised to hear that. They stopped eating for a moment.

"Dear ... Her mother died a long time ago. Junsu and Mr. Kwon are independent. But independence alone is not enough, they also need the help of people around us, especially us. Although we do not live in Indonesia anymore but we should never forget our Indonesian culture."

"Arasseoyo Eomma's. Thank you Eomma. But ..."

"What's the matter dear?"

"Our year is different a day! Not the same ..."

"Dear ... Junsu was born on the 8th hour and a half 10pm, you were born on the 9th at 2am. According to the calculation of Javanese customary time, after the ashar time has changed your birthday was born at the same time ..." Eomma said with a smile

"What kind of theory is that? Hah, dwaesseo~"

"Haha!"

I finished my dinner and immediately went to the room to study. Tomorrow's test also needs preparation. I looked at my phone, saw Jo's senior contact. Should I preach it tonight? Or tomorrow only? Senior Jo must be still learning. Tomorrow, just tell Sora and senior Nam as well.

I opened the study notes and the practice books. One or two of my work on some of the tested material. The weather was getting cold, and Eomma turned on the heating in my room. My room is now starting to feel warm and comfortable. The materials have been resolved, time to rest.

Many leaves are yellowing and falling. Welcome to the autumn season in Seoul. The wind blew over the area where I lived. Signaling that the people of Seoul should turn on the heating. The falling leaves cover the streets, creating a new beautiful scenery at the turn of the season.

"In the same time, though, 

we passed each other by too quickly

As if we’re standing on top of the clock hands

Time flows too quickly, 

having been together for a moment seems like a miracle ..."