Satan, Holy, Human

Chapter 7: The Scary Place

BEFORE everything became clear, I woke up in my own room. When time?

I don't know. Around night, maybe midnight, maybe near dawn. I

don't know when. Importantly, the sun still rests itself, though,

replaced by a moon that turns out to be both hiding covered in rain clouds. Is

it's still raining? The afternoon rain after futsal was heavy. Did ya?

I don't know. I don't really remember. How long did it last? How about

now it?

Ah. I can't focus.

At least, now I'm fully aware. I started to get up and

sit down, rubbing the tired red eyes. I can't sleep anymore, I groan

just slowly let out an unclear voice trying to stay focused.

Is there really a sound? No. gabe. Forgetit. There's something that

it's more important to worry now.

Did a robbery happen last night? My house was looted by bad people?

I held my breath, looked left-right, trying to cultivate my mind. But, uh,

nothing was successfully processed, except for a wide-eyed and response

to panic.

 “Where are the mannequins? Where's dad, where's all the friends?”

tanyaku wonder to see the entire room that is only filled by a mattress that is quite magnificent

adult size, one nightstand with sleeping lights next to a mattress, four windows

tightly sealed with 2 curtains on the sides, one study table that

messy with papers, books, stationery, and dye tools that made me

vomit, as well as one large closet as high as the wall.

Everything is a normal room, except for the presence of mannequins

the number of dozens has been lost somewhere.

I stood up, got out of bed. With hands that comb the air in

around, like being groped by the wind, trying to catch something from

nothingness. I opened the curtains, saw the darkness of a completely dark night

nothing but jet black. Besides, why did I open the curtains?

There's no reason why I should see the outside, right?

Afterwards, I looked for the mannequins under the bed, in the nightstand drawer, and,

at every closet door, under the study table, between the cabinets and walls

which is two inches wide, until I turn again this room about two-three

times, to find nothing but an increasing sense of panic

become so.

Driven by panic, I started to open the door, to look

the state of the living room, living room, and stairs to the second floor are located

among them. No signs of coercion, no damage, nothing

a messy thing I don't know (because it's the house

the base is a mess because it has not been lived in for a long time).

Anyway, there's no weirdness that I can't explain.

Except—same as it happened in the room—no one father, no one,

friends, as well as anyone who should be with me tonight, right now,

every time I go home. No rigid white fiber, no fiber

which has clothing, or perhaps some of its parts painted, no mannequins

the head is stumped, there is no mannequin left, no mannequin

at all. There aren't.

“Nothing? There aren't. There is no. There ain't! THERE ISN'T! NO

ADA!!” I cried out in panic to no one, except the ceiling of the house,

or maybe a dirty tile floor full of dust and stains.

I knelt helplessly and felt resigned. Tears began to flow,

a rush of difficulty breathing, until finally my asthma relapsed again. I

falling sprawled, clutching my chest in pain, hitting it again,

try to breathe as thin as possible, as much as possible.

Where are my friends going? Where'd they? They are lifeless, they are

can't move without me telling you! They cannot speak, unless

I'm asking them to talk!

What the hell's going on?

Where the hell did they go?

Why don't they tell me first?

I don't get it. I don't get it.

Feeling unwilling, I forced the body to rise, trying to

sit back. With a face that turned colorful, the blue face ran out

breath, as well as reddened eyes and ears. I try to look around

any more.

I'm sure they're just hiding, I'm sure they're just playing tenement

yelp.

Unfortunately, there was no sign at all of the mannequins were going home, either,

will be back on deck, back home for the night. Worse, I

instead teleport to a room without limits except the color white only.

What the hell's going on?

Is this a time machine?

Now they can teleport between rooms?

This is not the time machine I was expecting!

“Hihihihi,” suddenly heard a shrill laughter that I did not

know, I don't know where it came from. Maybe from the back, maybe from

from the front, maybe from the side, maybe from all directions. I'm looking with

careful where the sound appears, but suddenly from behind

there appeared people who were moving systematically in all directions like a line army

march in. Now I'm at a crossroads?

Lucky I just kept quiet on the sidewalk observing, no need

bothering busy people. After I noticed,

it seemed that they had a similar face, the same terrible big smile,

like friends mannequins at home, such as artificial from the production of a factory that

same. They're artificial humans? But they're not made of fiber, are they

it is plain white, although it still has no internal organs.

Next, it began to sound a straightforward sound from a more straightforward direction

close-up. This voice came out from the artificial human crowd, like the sound of a conversation

what happens as a background. While carrying his briefcase, they

talk, talk about something, whisper, laugh

not controlled?

What the hell's going on? Why did his movements become chaotic?

Slowly but surely, all these artificial humans began to quietly swarm

somewhere, no longer moving systematically, until they are mutual

collided.

Actually, I don't really care about these artificial humans. That I

worried about where my friend is now?

And when do I get help?

I, who was still sitting, limped down, observing the crowd of artificial humans

which is slowly getting chaotic, moving randomly everywhere, even to the

side street side pavement. They penetrated my body? As if I had forgotten my presence,

it was as if I wasn't there, as if I never were the same

once.

“Kh!” my breath was back. When will help come? thought

once more. Wait for. I remembered something. Dad's coming, right? I still am

have a father, right? Still been? Could it still have? A remi? Balkis's? Faisal?

The other friends?

My eyes began to red with tears again, my hands showing

the green nerves turn blue. I can still feel myself! I'm still there, alive, alive,

and being here.

I live, I live. I can feel myself, I can still feel.

Wait for. I think I'm being drooped by an artificial man

it's like flies swarming over carrion?

Did I get third-person vision? Or maybe not. I

suddenly feel like I can fly like my soul is floating? The further, the,

the longer, the higher, I saw myself lying down there

surrounded by artificial humans.

From up here, the further away, my physical body is becoming more and more invisible.

Covered by a crowd of artificial humans who have no apparent purpose in

in an infinite room, until in the end I only saw them

like a bunch of ants delivering food to his queen. There's no more

individuality, everything has been united into a united unity. Increasingly

the longer it hovers, the higher it gets away, until I can only see the screen

white only. Then suddenly the screen turned black, and I lost consciousness.

AFTER being confused by the concept of time; this is when, how long ago (even though it is being

not using the time machine), I woke up to open my eyes after

attacked by a suspicious light. Still amazed, I found

the ceiling I don't recognize. After trying to get up, I still

heard the whistle of the foreign spring. The material is foreign too. Is

I've slept up here before? Ever. But, not anytime soon

it seems.

Luckily, the breath has returned to normal (although it is slightly stuffy and there is a smell

chemical drugs I don't know what), I'm not in a condition

alarmingly. “Where am I seka-rang?” lirihku hoarse, maybe even up

noiseless.

I even suspected this might be just my inner question.

What was that just now? A dream? Dream of a mannequin that suddenly disappears?

But, I think it was a dream last night. Was that really last night's dream? I

dreaming the same thing twice?

Ah.. never mind. Not important. Clearly, where am I now?

As I recall, in Pak Prima's quiz I was sprawled? .. Then fainted?

Fainted?

I looked left–kanan, trying to find information. Beside me

visible green curtain dividing and insulating, there is a clean blue wall, there is,

then in front of me was a white-glazed wooden cabinet. The mattress I

wear it? It turns out this gurney that's wet with water I don't know what. The sweat?

Or am I wetting?

Khakhahahah. Very amusing.

Feeling strange and uncomfortable.What is uncomfortable? My feelings?

My physique? Physically? My body is very fit and fine. No. gabe. Stomach hurts.

I hungry.

Afterwards, I got up and tried to get down from the gurney.

Apparently, my socks are still firmly attached. My shoes? Stored neatly in the corner

bulkhead.

I. I gotta go. Should I go? It's very comfortable here. Very soothing. Even though I am alone, I am not

so worried and anxious. But, I feel that I still have to go. I gotta

back school.

And that way, I hurriedly knotted the shoelaces, standing with

steady, sliding the curtains to reveal the two women beside the door

it comes out white (which has a piece of glass on it). Beside

door, there is a desk like an administration desk, lots of documents and tools

write on it, and a woman in a white doctor's suit sits in the back

table, holding the hand of a female disciple sitting in front of him

tremblingly. The counseling?

After being examined, the woman in the doctor's suit was calming the schoolgirls

which has a round face and puffy eyes, even tears are still flowing from

his eyes are red? This female disciple also had jet black hair

which expands on the back. It was late, but her hair was still

just like waking up, I insinuated in my heart.

“Hem,” my heart smiles at them. Practically, these two women

surprised and a little surprised. The two of them immediately stood up, intending to greet me with

more worthy. But unfortunately, the girl with fluffy hair must be moisturized

into his folding chair. The problem is, it's not just falling because

sheer carelessness. The chair he was sitting on was also destroyed, because

the screw decided to separate. Since then, the girl has been sitting

not showing a meaningful problem? Damn this girl, I thought.

“Kkkk! You're always unlucky wherever you are, Ma,” my laughter while rushing

reaching for Atma, even before the woman in the doctor's suit could act. I

grab her hand, help her body stand up after slipping down on

seat holder parts. “Gue pity his chair. It's fragile, but it's still lo

force to wear too. Ututututu!”

This girl with fluffy hair could only endure the embarrassment while

keep trying to stand up (and don't forget to try to punch on

my back). Before the impact happened, I was ready to accept it with

closing one eye with a little laugh. But, what I received was precisely

tight grip on the shoulder, with a sense of crying that returns to being.

“Lo... gapapa, Gib? I-it must have been my fault this morning, right? I'm-affin, Gib!

Huhuh-hu-hoo! Gu-e nyesel! Hu-hu-hu. Sorry, Gib!” whining sniffles.

Hearing that apology, I just smiled lightly. Take off

his two hands, grasping them tightly warmly, all looking for a place

sit for him to rest better. “I'm sorry, Gib!” continued Atma.

I just continued smiling assentingly, while sometimes stroking her.

Deciding to sit in one of the gurneys, I chose to wait

Atma finished her business. The room with blue walls

many of these green curtains were only filled by the echo of Atma's crying voice alone. Although

I see, it feels very comfortable, very calm, very soothing.

While glancing around, I know I exchanged glances with each other

the woman in the white suit (which I assume is a nurse in this UKS room. This

it should be UKS, right?). We actually exchanged smiles. But, smile

that woman is a sincere smile, whereas mine is just an awkward smile.

I feel sorry to bother him.

But, how else? The Atma still takes some time to

can calm himself. After all, it is not an everyday occurrence to

Atma was crying like this. I think it has something to do with what happened earlier

by morning? Atma who is the first child certainly has a sense of responsibility

large. With the incident that left him shocked and shaken this morning, he must have

trying to blame yourself. I also don't always fall and

fainting periodically. Although of course, I had quite a panic attack

fatal, but I can always hold it. No. gabe. In fact, this behavior of the Atma

it's a natural thing. Because I never looked faint and fell

collapsing in front of him, this occurrence was extremely rare. As a friend, I think

it was natural that he was worried. But, still, I don't think that.

she'll cry like this. I thought, he's just gonna hit me on the back

as usual, a rocking blow, or perhaps other violence.

Though, I think Atma is a person who doesn't want to look weak.

He always forced himself, he always put on a strong face everyday.

Is crying a weakness? It can't be.

Why would I think that?

I don't know. I just feel Atma now looks more vulnerable

while he was emitting his emotions violently. Funny feels. I could

looking at the side of Atma he has rarely shown in the last two years.

“Ufhu-hu, fufu-muhu. Fufufufu,” Atma's laughter stammered like

forced. “Do not tell anyone yes I cry ugly gini,” he continued

while wiping away tears

I just smiled, nodding as necessary to answer the request

those. “Eh, this is your hair getting messy, huh? Bentar bentar,” seruku

then while taking and tidying wet hair strands that are attached to the

his face, as well as the tears on his cheeks, also tried to straighten

hair expands. Slide it to the right left, comb it using

between fingers, play it like a small child's toy.

Without warning, suddenly my right hand was still combing Atma's hair

directly hit by another slap, plus also by a strong push from both hands

Atma. An exclamation and a form of protest, with a slightly irritated tone and also laughter.

“Kkkk! No, no. It's ugly if you cry. I'd rather

see your usual smile-smile,” I continued to fix sitting in the gurney.

“But, thank you, loh. I want to worry, help me, even to

wait in the UKS? Who brought me to UKS?”

“Idiiih, that's what you want, yes?” refuse it with jahil. “Not really.

I just came here on my afternoon break. He said he fainted from

by morning? I know it afternoon! Basic kebo! Sleep very well, yes?”

“Sore?” I was panicking, not believing any crazy words by girls

in front of me this. “Gue collapses indeed fitting Pak Prima's lesson. It's still morning, huh?

How long have I been unconscious?” ask yourself, while pressing

the temple side is trying to remember all the chaos that has happened.

“Pas I was wondering, Mr. Prima who brought you to UKS. I wonder too

you said not to disturb. From the schedule, it looks like it is

collapsing after we split up early in the morning in the cafeteria. You seriously gapapa?”

“…”

“Gib? Rajib?” atma asked in a worried tone while caressing

my back.

Actually, after listening to all the facts from Atma's mouth, I

I was surprised to almost have another panic attack. However, because it is not an attack

panic over solitude, but a mild panic over the shock alone over

when I fall asleep, I don't have to be asphyxiated, I don't need to sweat

chilly. Moreover, there was a girl with fluffy hair beside me, who was still

gently caressing me.

Like a vacuum cleaner, Atma's hands suck out the entire flavor

my panic, sifting through all the dust and filthy debris, cleaning it no

snide.

“Ah. I don't really understand either. But, at least I should

say thanks to Mr. Prima. I may have just fallen because of the semalem

aja rajo-tujanan. Kkkk! Especially now afternoon? We say goodbye first, yuk,”

I continued while coming down from the gurney, then helping Atma down as well, out of the

this curtain bulkhead room. Then we went to the administration desk near the exit, and,

go to the nurse's place to stand guard, to say goodbye and thank you.

After all the formalities are executed, get also a reply smile

from the nurse woman, we immediately walked more freely in the corridor

school. But, since the teacher's room and canteen were in different places, I

and Atma had to separate again at the junction of the corridor.

Initially, Atma was troubled because she was still worried about my condition.

Only, an afternoon like this was a much needed time

by his parents to get extra hands and help in the kitchen

canteen. Surely I asked Atma to put the family first, right? Even though Atma said I was already part of her family, I just smiled

blushed shy. But in the end we had to stay apart. Even I arrived

assuring the Atma up to three times that we do need to separate

provisional.

“Yakin?” atma asked with her sad eyes.

“Kkkkk, normal times. I am healthy this. Sure!” yell patted and

puffing chest.

“So. Later if there's anything I'm in the cafeteria, yeah. Or maybe in

back field!” yelled Atma waving her hand and practically went in the direction

opposite of. I looked at his back which every three steps always turned

and waved, until at the end it completely parted due to the turn of the corridor

which Atma must take.

All right, time to do some other business, my mind is encouraging.

I was about to turn around, but the headache suddenly came. When I

gazing at the school corridor, they began to extend away, as if at the end

drawn to infinity. My head hurts again, until my body has to collapse

again, even though I'm lucky enough my breath doesn't go back.

My head looked around. Thankfully there was no one.

Wait, why am I grateful? It's disastrous!

No. gabe. Not particularly. No one better know, right?

But I have to be alone again? What if I collapse again like that

by morning? No one helped? NO ONE HELPED!?!?

…

Never mind. It's time to go to the teacher's room. I'm through the corridor

long hallucination earlier that only consists of a path between the park

small, up the stairs on the left, walking down the corridor on the second floor, up the stairs,

The room where I just got a lecture from Doctor yesterday, which

maybe I'll get it back from Mr. Prima.

Actually I've been a subscription to go to the teacher's room as well, really.

There's nothing to worry about.

“Yes, I get it. All teachers understand you too. You have

disease, you have a special condition. But we are human too. We are tired of

your wits. Is Cindy, Nabila, and the others right, huh? You just

just get some attention? I think the teachers have been too soft on you, Gib,”

upset Mr. Prima with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Good. Just look. I give it until next week to

repeating quiz. Either way, you have to learn, you have to live

your lazy and playful traits are not obvious at the station stall. Leave

your friends, and if possible there's no need to be friends at all. It's already! Learn

only! Be an exemplary student! Father no longer cares. You have to prove it

to us if you're a decent student, or we'll force you to change schools

at the end of the semester. We don't need students like you

just draining energy. You understand!?” continued Mr. Prima with a clash and

an even more angry expression.

I'm the one who's been listening to Mr. Prima since I was actually sitting on the

the chair that is parallel to it. But, I don't know why I'm shrinking, like

he was dealing with a bear playing with his food.

I don't dwell, I can only accept fate.

Why are all the teachers here evil, anyway?

Why can't they be good people and friends?

Why are you making this school such a scary place?

“Gib? A ragib? How's it!? You already understand!?” pekik Pak Prima was furious.

“Eh? I-yes. Fine, sir!”

“Say, dong! Don't dream on. It's been. There's home! I'm tired

faced with you,” continued Mr. Prima while standing and packing

the item. He then put on a jacket, practically leaving me, too

leave the teacher room.

I just stared at the dead Mr. Prima, along with hope

and a day that I slowly could not hold anymore. The ultimatum is

issued, the choice is to fight or die. No. gabe. Maybe the choice

it's not that simple. The choice is to die slowly or die without

a pain.

Both are bad choices, nothing good at all.

If I don't manage to take the hearts of the teachers next week, I

forced to transfer schools with unfamiliar surroundings that I do not know.

It could be worse, it could be similar to a wilderness that is not

knowing forgiveness. I'll be alone again, I'll start from zero again.

On the other hand, if I study and pursue academics while leaving

social relationships, I can't chat anymore with friends like

ordinary, and eventually I will still be left behind, I will remain alone.

No matter what the choice is, I will still suffer. Back to the point

at first, having no friends, resigned to become a piece of useless meat

any more.

What am I supposed to do?

Is there no better option?

…

Unknowingly, when I was still flashing and surfing in my mind

alone in guessing a more human answer, I've walked on

the circular pavement. I've left the teacher's room, left

school, walking to see the statue of the train in the roundabout halfway, ready to go

to the shop where I used to spend time. I'm ready to play I don't know

what, with Remi and the others, until dusk even night.

Did I go here unconsciously? Like the automatic pilot setup?

Or am I here because I need answers?

Whatever it is, I don't really want to care either.

Forget about this for a moment.

Now, it's time to spend aimless time with friends, perhaps

also all of you raise the ranking in the game on mobile? I want to be right away

out of the golden rank to chase after Remi and the others.

My smile is wide, my heart is impatient, ready to greet and call

with a bright face. But, in fact, I only get emptiness?

No. gabe. In fact, on this tiled cement chair there remains a physical stature, the,

there remains a real human being who is occupying. Unfortunately, they are not

my acquaintance, not Remi's group and the others, is not the place to go home for me.

“…! Oh? It turns out Jojo's here. Where else, Jo?” ask me with

high tone while waving his hands when he realized there was still one person who

i recognize. He is Jojo, a man with narrow eyes, who was yesterday

wearing a white T-shirt, and now still white?

“…? You coming back here, Gib? I think playing futsal again with Faisal.”

“Again. I usually hang out here at home. Where are the others?”

“Ya go. I also want to follow now. You left yesterday, anyway. So then

goru anything,” he said as if blaming me.

“Kkkk, yes. Now you guys have a show? Lo want

overtaken, right? I'm coming with dong!”

“Can't,” reject Jojo without compassion. “My motor is full the same

item. Besides, if you want to ask Remi first. This isn't

any event. Remi's brother again treat it to make a party. Who follow already

calculated yesterday. If you suddenly come can be bothered later.”

“Oh…? That, yeah?”

“So. I'll leave first. You find any entertainment, cake. Whatever,”

he continued, waving his hands and going to back me.

“…”

What am I supposed to do now?

I could've forced her to join Remi's show. But, actually, it's a hoax

aslo. I'm afraid to bother him, afraid of bothering the no-no.

But, why wasn't I invited?

Jojo and the others were invited. Why am I not invited?

“Because yesterday was not there? Because yesterday with Faisal?”

So this is all my fault?

Looking around without anyone I know, I reflect

straight back to school. Looking for something to do, or

actually just lying to yourself too. I'm looking for cover, though,

finding a comfort zone. Faisal is quite diligent in playing futsal, right? Is

is he leaving already?

Getting a brilliant idea, I rushed to run to school, straight away

find out where Faisal is. Run around, as fast as possible, and,

trying not to be abandoned anymore.

Is it in the back parking lot? Is in the park

wait times? Is he in his class doing pickets? Are eating

snack in the canteen? Or just playing in the back?

I searched the whole school without direction, again like a child

confused dazed trying to find the whereabouts of his mother in the market crowd.

Luckily, I was finally able to find Faisal and his friends, which turned out

sitting on the bike waiting for I don't know who's at the front gate.

When I arrived, were they not there?

“Sal! Faisal!” I cried while panting out of breath.

“…?”

“Kkkkk, rame very. Where are you going, huh? Travelling?”

“Again. There are afternoon walks like this. Futsal in the room

complex.”

“Wih! All are very diligent, yes. Kkkkp. I'm coming, dong! Howsoever

anyhow? I said I wanted to play again yesterday. Kkkkk,” my laugh once again

to make the situation not awkward.

“Hm? Sorry, can't. It's full,” push Faisal like Jojo,

there is no mercy or mercy at all. “Well, that's the guy came in,”

faisal exclaimed next, while showing a student passing by and

greet me for a while, the formalities are possible, then take a ride on the bike to

directed by Faisal.

Without greetings, they just left me alone

down here.

Haven't been able to face reality, I just stood there unmoved

front gate of school. I kept quiet for so long, that there were some

the city transport driver who honked me, as if I were

waiting for their arrival. Every time they come, I'm many times

reject them, many times they also clucked their tongues blaspheming me.

Let it. I'm already immune. Their blasphemy is meaningless.

…

No. gabe. I'm not immune. I'm not immune at all.

The two corners of my mouth slowly came down, my feelings also shrunk along with

long breaths, my face turning sour? I just ducked. I feel

it's gonna rain. Unfortunately, none of them matched my expectations.

It didn't rain at all, but my breathing started to cramp again.

“No. What about Balkis? OSIS must always be busy, right? I

just visit them mumpung still in school,” said me with sumringah,

after getting another brilliant idea.

I turned around, went to the right side of the school district, went up to the floor

two, follow the corridor to the corner of the building, go to a room at most

the northeast corner, and then start knocking on the door.

“Cannot. You're not part of the OSIS, Gib. We're in an important meeting, again,

nought. Maybe next time, yeah!” push someone from behind the door that even just

opened in half, like hiding something in it.

Something that is very secret, can not be casually spread to

the masses.

And that way, three times in a row, I was rejected outright

by three different friends. A new record. Ahahahahahah, hahahk, kkkk! my inner

laughter is not for anyone. It never happened like this at all.

Never have I been really alone like this other than in the beginning

year High School.

By himself? Am I really alone? I'm abandoned!

I was left alone.

They were busy, they left me, they seemed to think I wasn't

there are.

What's wrong? Did I make a mistake with them?

Why am I abandoned? Why am I abandoned? Why would I

abandoned?

WHY AM I ABANDONED!?

Why are you now turning into teachers who always

mean me? I am always helping and giving something to you

y'all?

I've always provided financial assistance to Balkis and OSIS.

I'm always ready to fill the void for futsal to Faisal.

I always followed Remi's orders about school life.

What am I wrong? I need you, I always give my best to

you guys, I'm willing to use father's money for you. But why am I even

abandoned?

…

I. I must apologize.

Apologizing?

I have to apologize. I have to apologize. I have to apologize. I

must apologize. I have to apologize. I have to apologize. I have to ask

sorry. I have to apologize. I have to apologize. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, my mind was screaming without a sound at all.

“Atma?” my question was suddenly when my mind was in an intangible mess.

I went down to the ground floor, went to the cafeteria quickly, apparently not

there, straight to the back court. There are a lot of students here

doing extracurricular sports. This is an opportunity for Atma to sell

wares. Maybe I can cool down too? Yep.

Right, my mind nodded in agreement.

But, when I started to approach the field, I found it there

it's not something that can cool my head this steaming hot.

My head got hotter, and my anger exploded. There

there are already some women who look the most fashionable, clean white skin,

wearing a span skirt flaunting slenderness. There's Cindy, Nabila, and

the group that was doing something, I don't know what, was just visible

the silhouette, but I'm sure they're bullying. No. gabe.

Can I see more clearly? They were bullying a girl

with the hair behind it?

Is Atma's misfortune really this bad?

You have to bother meeting people who are busy taking care of others.

They are not a class either.

I ran, I tried to nimbly save the only one

my savior.

“…”

Before it could run over, before the fashionable girls were aware of

my presence, I've seen first a large body stature

like a bear blocking them from disturbing Atma any further.

I can't see any clearer actually. Someone who has

this huge stature of a friend or foe? Is this a good condition or

wasn't he? Until I finally approached again, to find that stature

this large body is indeed only owned by one person in all school residents

these. It was Gatra!

I stopped, remembering all the talk and talk

told by the people about Gatra. No. gabe. Doesn't that mean I'm just

have a reason to intervene? Before Atma gets

further misfortune, I had to run quickly to save her, forcing Atma

to share his misfortune, not to bear it alone.

But, it feels like I still don't want to bother them more

proceeding. Atma does not look disturbed, even looks happy

although still giving an awkward smile. The proof, the interference of the girls

with that fashionable look suddenly coming to an end, they also left with faces

who is upset and a little restrained in shame?

On the other hand, Atma who was still smiling awkwardly started to sit back, relaxed,

he even invited Gatra to sit next to him. They then

eating the food that Atma wanted, then the two smiled loosely

(though I don't know what to talk about; it could be the delicacy of Atma steamed bread)

I myself had no intention of hearing, no further intention of coming along

interfere in their affairs. It feels sad. Very sad. After being rejected by

Remi, Faisal, even Balkis. When I want to spend

time with Atma—the girl who had cried for me in the UKS—room was precisely

she was performing a violent ritual to beat her back at another man

the one that was twice as big as him (not forgetting the laughter

openheartedly).

I went straight back, ready to go find a place to weigh

the mind.

But, I can't even think how

spend time alone. Suddenly, a lecture from the Doctor

yesterday, also a threat from Mr. Prima earlier, directly lunged to do

penetration through my defense.

In this way, is the choice clear?

With a little time left, I could only choose to study,

don't you? Learn to prove to Mr. Prima that I wasn't kicked from

this school. After all, I've been abandoned by all my friends, abandoned

alone, abandoned because no one cares.

Probably not really. The situation wasn't as bad as I thought.

I can still apologize to my friends tomorrow, so I can go back to

the usual day, it came back as if nothing had happened.

Am I ready to move schools?

Moving to a school that was both a nightmare with my condition

this time? Abandoned conditions, no friends to help, accompany, or,

or together to at least spend the twilight?

Is my only option to try to learn? What else should I

doing now? What's up!? What's up!? Do I have to study!? Thenwhat? Although

studying now, maybe even the weekend, I'm not sure I can pass the quiz

next week, Pak Prima. Is learning a wasted option?

Even though I studied though, then got good grades, graduated with

right, but I have to lose a friend?

While struggling with myself while thinking about many things,

especially the activities I have to do now under the sun

started disappearing. I passed through an open garden before walking into the corridor

school's back.

I stared at the low green vegetation and plants, colored water

brown moss from a small fountain, gray rocks? There are also

some other bright colors of small flowers are scattered. Is this

can it help my mind? I don't know. To be honest, I don't really want to either

look at this little park. It's just, there's an oddity that's in

between all the beauty of natural vegetation.

Seen a schoolgirl, crouching, touching the leaves

who was in the garden with a pen, like a curious little boy

to everything around him. No. gabe. He's not playing the leaves!

When I look and approach more closely because I wonder what

done, the girl with black hair ponytail is apparently being

playing spider!

A spider that dwells in its nest, a nest built in

between the foliage and the thin twigs, and the foliage that comes in contact with the net

it was this spider that this girl was playing. Like curious to play

new toys, like wondering what would happen if he jahili the

the spider.

Does he not care about the possibility that the spider will do

like jumping and biting him? Even he doesn't care about me

who was already nearby, who was probably only two steps away in the

beside him.

Oh.

After further investigation, this girl turned out to be the only girl ever

i-i know. With his activities that are always questioned because they are considered strange, and,

nyentric, crazy too? Like having his own world, always focus on

the thing that is not in front of him. This black haired girl has

eyes that shine big, small ears taper, and have the ability

to turn and move your head quickly. Like robots? Nope.

Like animals? Like a cat hearing a foreign voice, like a chicken

looking for rocks to swallow, or like birds looking for prey.

This girl... Holy name?

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Yesterday there was an impromptu quiz nobody told me

Now his own friend left Ragib

His life is so good yes :”))

Welcome again, guys!

Has anyone ever been left with the same cement without a clear alesan?

It feels really bad right yaaaaa :”))

We don't know anything is wrong, but suddenly left behind

Make overthinking…!!!!!!!

Btw …

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