Need (Y)Our Help: Fyzo

The motivation?

The school event began, since the morning blind everyone was busy with their own business, and so was I. My job is to be a waiter on the first shift. My clothes are ordinary, just wearing school uniforms just wearing black suits, black ties, and black pants.

“Fayzul!! Oh my goodness you look handsome today. Can I take a picture with you?” Yep, who else would open Sina? My life hasn't really changed as drastically as the movies in general, in fact not many people care about us when we're together.

“Stop teasing me and take care of your business.”

“EEh..? My business hasn't even started yet, I became the cashier for the first shift.”

“Then please cooperate and remain professional even with your own friends. When entering the world of work and business, affairs of your feelings are useless, it might even make you bankrupt yourself.”

“I know that, like a friend's price or a special discount because of her face welcomes right? Huh! I understand that a long time ago, you don't need to tell.” With his arrogant tone he turned his face upwards.

Sina was called by someone and he came to the source of the voice, I just wanted to make sure everything was ready. I approached the small stage and saw the arrangement of the wires, giving the tape to the wires so as not to be chaotic and not to harm anyone.

Of all the musical instruments, I try to play the guitar. I play a random song that I don't even know what that song is. Just applying the key theory of songs like “running chord” just I played it by being plucked following the flow of the tone.

Someone praised my guitar playing, and he started asking me to play a song that I didn't even know what it was, even though I said that I couldn't play the song he asked for, he still thinks of me as a liar. After all, who cares about that?

“All right, let's get together first. The event will start in half an hour, we try together as much as possible to satisfy customers and win the best class race!” The class president disbanded the students and walked out of the classroom in a hurry, a unique woman.

I brought a small book as a customer's order note, and two pens, the other an emergency pen. Always think of the worst possible in various aspects so that we are not overwhelmed.

The first customer came and sat down, ordering the cheapest product. After taking down her order, I was still confused as to what function I had here, wouldn't it be simpler if she came straight to the cashier and paid there?

A wide variety of customers have been served ranging from romantic couples to various camps of students. The first shift passed, I could rest or even not have to work again until the event was over.

“A tiring huh? Want to buy a drink first?” Sina.

“I just want to sit for a moment.”

“Should I call you a camel? Why are you so rarely seen drinking?”

“I'm not thirsty, I'm just tired.”

“Alright, want to take a walk to see another class?”

“Sina.”

“Ya?”

“I'm tired, let me rest, not take me for a walk.”

“Sorry, hihi.”

I spent about 10 minutes sitting down and clearing my mind, then I followed Sina and spent time with him until the show was over. After many hours together, we now repackage all the items and return the class to its original form.

After that I went home alone as usual and Sina used public transportation, even though it was often like this, he was still amazed why I who walked could still meet in housing.

The answer is simple, if we look at the world map application, the road that can still be traversed by humans is actually quite straight, unlike the highway that seems to surround many areas first. Although the road is quite extreme, but it is also quite enough to act as an adventurer, jump there, jump here, and many more.

Today there was no one at home, even so I had to keep doing homework so I could relax in peace. I cleaned every corner of the house and took a shower, then I ate lunch and lay down on the bed.

In preparation for tomorrow I'd better schedule the book from now on, and work on PR if there is one, and I find a foreign book. Here it says “Sheena” what is this hers? Since when is it on me? It turns out I've been misspelling all along. Who cares anyway?

I copied some summary material from his notebook, I wonder what the back of the book looks like, who knows there are idle pictures. But it turns out everything is clean, just writing and maybe this is the difference between student and student books.

After that, I worked on all the PR, even though the deadline was very long, because today my schedule was empty. After that I relaxed, it turned out that having a friend was enough to make my life more complicated, although sometimes providing support.

I want instant noodles, maybe I'll cook using existing vegetables as decorations. Although basically equally digested and become feces, for me there is no harm if I pour the aesthetic side that can be felt eyes and tongue.

After eating instant noodles, I think I will return Sheena's book as soon as I've copied it and maybe she needs the book too. I picked up the book and locked the door of the house, after I got to the intersection, I saw a pretty fancy car.

Actually I was too lazy to get into the crowd, get into new trouble, and so on. Maybe I'll wait for the car to go and go home to play something on my computer.

Every time I go home a dark memory always appears, what kind of parent insults his own child? Why don't they even understand the words of their children? Is it just because they feel wiser because they live longer?

All right, I don't feel good. Maybe I'll take it out by playing a wrestling game. Although I was not very good at playing until getting the label “professional” but at least I enjoyed my time when playing it.

An hour has passed, maybe I will return this book first and then continue my game. But in order not to consume a lot of electricity, I should just turn off my computer first. Carry the sling bag and go.

When it got to the intersection, it turned out to be right, the car was gone. It's time to return the book and go home.

“This is yours?” I put the book on the table.

“Have you copied? All right, good to help you. Want to try tea?”

“No. If I may ask, did you have a guest today?”

“It was just my father, he inexhaustibly pissed me off, saying that all this was for my good.”

“And I already have my own life goals, I will try as hard as possible to get an education to get qualified skills. After that I will have my own business and overthrow my father's business to prove who does not understand what life is?”

“Sweet revenge, mmmm.. I like it.”

“By the way, you said that you grew up here right? Can we drive around town tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow Saturday, I don't have any events. Chances are we can start from 9am after I'm done with my obligations at home, rather than you coming to my house better otherwise, I can't stand my sister's question.”

“...... Okey?? I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow. You can call or text me if you're ready.”

“I think it can make time more efficient, alright.”

We continued our conversation about the basic things, the things that are most often the topic of conversation for people who are new to know, and honestly. When I couldn't do it anymore, I pretended that there was some other business I had to do.

While chatting we had time to exchange account information so that we could send messages to each other, after which I was put back into my class group message, though I had deliberately changed my phone number to avoid this.

From that moment on I got a lot of incoming messages about Sheena, from what my relationship with her was, to a troublesome threat like meeting them somewhere. I'd better put this problem at the source.

After I sent him the screenshot, he just laughed and made it even more arrogant, I could even see the story he made. Unlike girls in general who always complain, Sheena can be sparse than others.

I went through my nightly routine until I went to bed and woke up again for the new day. Maybe I can do my duty before my sisters, as the beginning of revenge where they only clean the area that has been their part by leaving dust and dirt in another room.

I was quite inspired by Sheena's revenge motive on her father. Maybe I can do it someday too even though it was never thought of before for revenge. I have always believed that karma will always come without a wrong address, and if I am lucky, God will show it to me. Unfortunately I'm not the lucky type, I've never even seen one.

My duty is done, so I'd better let Sheena know and take a shower. After taking a shower, I wore all my usual clothes, and this wasn't a date anyway. But at least this time I use perfume so as not to be embarrassing, or maybe comb a little bit of my hair to make it neater and also choose black pants only.

Alright it seems like everything, I brought my sling bag and rushed away. Thank goodness I didn't see my sister, my brother, or my parents, I just had to hurry out of here.

Arriving at Sheena's place, I didn't see her in front of her house, I wasn't the kind of person who would knock on people's doors and yell excuse me, especially if there is no one in the house.

Hmm?? His phone rang, is it possible he's still in the shower? How long does it take a woman to shower? If you know this, I better let him know since I woke up.

“Package!” Usually if the courier who comes always responds quickly, we wait for the reaction.

No sign, maybe I'll nudge the door and act like I didn't mean it. And now that I smelled smoke, I ran inside and found a burnt dish. I don't know what's cooked, apparently it's jet black and hard like charcoal, where's Sheena?

“Sheena!!! Your cuisine is charred!!” Seriously? He's not home? Why was it left unlocked? Really teledor.

I slipped because of the grease on the floor, and I saw Sheena lying down and still wearing pajamas. Even the bath has not fainted, it is troublesome. I moved him to the couch and cleaned up the mess.

He's hot enough, I think yesterday he was fine, since when did he have a high fever? Maybe a few times the compress also healed. If judging from the facts, there are several possibilities; maybe he caught a cold, slipped oil, shock because food exploded in the cauldron, dengue mosquito bites, too many possibilities.

Possible pattern B; he was cooking and seeing my message, and then he rushed to spill the oil and slipped. Maybe the forehead is generally hot. Or maybe he has a special troublesome illness, it could be.

Sheena started to make a sound, maybe she'll wake up soon.

“Sheena! Wake up!! There's a korean oppa there!” Hmm, it seems like he's not a fan.

“Sheena! Wake up!! We're in Isekai!!” Probably not, or what?

“Sheena, if you don't wake up, you sleep.” What did I just say?

“Hahahaha!” He laughed right away? Is that his sense of humor? “Sorry, I'm just messing with you. From here I know you have a gentle soul even though your face is not so convincing.” This guy sucks too, I slapped him with a wet towel cloth that I should have kept on his forehead.

“Not funny!”

“I just give you a test, and the test is satisfactory. You're not a bad person and I can trust you completely.”

“What can make the result unsatisfactory?”

“You know.. such as looking for a chance in a cringe, or even come out and scream like a girl, or something else. I don't know anymore.”.

I stood up and slapped him again with a towel, then washed him. Who is he? And what am I going to be made of? Why should there be a test? What's the test for? Personality test? Test test test test test test test test test..

“Congratulations, you passed the test, so please help.” he whispered a sentence that is quite ambiguous. From what had happened maybe he was testing me whether he could depend on me or not, could trust me or not, it seemed like it would be troublesome. If I knew everything just pretend I'd slapped him in the first place. I was too drowning, I could have let my guard down.

Sheena started taking a shower and I waited on the couch, played my phone and waited until she finally finished taking a shower, then waited for her to change clothes and get dressed up, he's the type of person who is noisy because wherever he steps he always sings.

“Why don't you just be a musician?”

“My voice is good huh?!” His face looked expectantly, it was a pity that I would drop it in retaliation for lying to me.

“No, I just gave a suggestion in origin, maybe you are interested in becoming a singer until someone tells you that your voice is really ugly so you don't have to sing like this anymore.”

A pillow floated towards me, I knew very well this would happen.

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