Senior, Stop Teasing me!

A calming hug

The atmosphere in the room was so stiff and gloomy, even the air around me was beginning to thin out second by second.

We sat around the round table– 1.5 meters in diameter. The size was narrow enough to accommodate all the training books and other equipment that the five of us had brought, but this distance should be enough for us to be free to have discussions. But–everyone is busy over their own world.

We are made up of six people, four seniors and two new students.

Rudi and Parwa, two seniors who have large stature and others are skinny. The equation that the two have is that they always put on a serious face since our first meeting, they were just busy with a pile of questions in front of him. I think they're so confident in their ability that it's enough to ignore everything else and focus on themselves.

Lisa, the other senior who kept looking at me with a strange look. It was as if my presence was not needed at all here. Her face was beautiful, tall and had mature tan skin.

Yuli, don't ask me again how she's behaving with me. In his eyes there was only someone disgusting to be put away while looking at me.

As for Reza, he still thinks I don't exist even in this world even though he's right in front of me.

My feelings towards this group– are really chaotic. My mind that thought of this and that made my stomach ache and feel nauseous. I'm not comfortable with what I'm doing here, I just hold a ballpoint pen in my finger without doing anything.My paper is still clean of any graffiti.

I hesitantly stood up and was about to go out to find some free air.

“Where are you going, Zytha?” rudi said to me with an astonished look, I guess he won't notice it because it concentrates.

“I'm sorry to come out for a minute,” I said.

“Brank two, turn right.” Suddenly Parwa said something that confused me. “You're going to the toilet, right? it's on the second floor, turn right after going down the stairs.”

“Ba-well, thank you.” said I was hesitant–He guessed wrong.

“Use the elevator only, turn right after exiting the door. Faster until the second floor,” said Rudi back.

“Based on my calculations, to find the travel time based on the large speed Zytha runs and the distance it takes to get toi–”

“Stop! this is not the time to do research. Zytha, you quickly go,” said Rudi stopped Parwa from obsessing over his count.

Quickly, I managed to get out before Parwa went on to solve the problem of faster travel time between using the stairs or the elevator. The distance they will use is also definitely wrong, because the purpose is not to go to the toilet.

I walked down a quite dizzying corridor, there were several turns that led me to the balcony of this 4th floor building. From here, I can see the traffic roads that form the transfortation net, some points look jammed and at other points look quiet. The tall buildings looked dazzling to the eyes.

I looked far away, as if I could see my home box in the village. Thinking about what happened this morning, my family must be worried about me.

As I thought, my phone was full of SMS and calls from one ID that said 'Home'. With the word 'Home' there, can't give you an idea who made the call and sent the SMS, but I have a guess–everyone tried to contact me. At home only have one old-fashioned mobile phone that even when used as a tool to throw a dog will not be destroyed.

There are 37 calls and 9 SMS messages.

'My son, forgive us.'

'Brother, if you don't have enough money to buy a ticket. Adek has a piggy bank! Let Adek buy it for sister!'

'Honey...,'

'I won't come, I'll be with you here.'

I grinned bitterly reading one after another of those messages. And everything was just trying to make me not sad and not worried.

'We and your grandmother are leaving in one week...,'

Hearing that deadline made my knees weaken, I staggered and leaned against the wall–my tears fell again.

Reza immediately grabbed my hand and said worriedly, “What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?”

“I'm not crying!”

“Stop hiding your face and look at me!”

“Ti-No...,” my voice suddenly hesitated to refuse. How can Reza be here now?

Reza jerked my hand and made me stand right in front of her. Miraculously, my cries grew louder and more heartbreaking.

“Hai, why are your cries getting bigger?”

I could only look at the floor and try to cover my face with my other free palm, my other hand still firmly grasped in Reza's grasp.

Reza lowered her face to try to look at my face and then pinched my chin then pushed my face to look at her.

“Don't cry, you look ugly when you cry.” Reza tried to comfort me, but the entertainment really sucked.the intonation was rising like it was forming me, as a result of my crying added to be-so.

“Senior day!”

“A-I have no intention of yelling at you. Really!” he said then took off my glasses and wiped away the tears that had been getting louder.

Suddenly, Reza hugged me.

I did not refuse at all, I looked for comfort in the midst of my grief. I forgot about all the trouble that was going on between me and Reza, her shoulders were completely comfortable with her signature perfume scent.

In his arms, I poured all my sadness. I didn't even pay attention to her clothes being dirty from tears or anything. I drained my tears as if nothing could come out.

“It's quieter?”

I nodded my head slowly, Reza tightened her embrace on my body. Her height made her chin press against my head. Her hand was limpingly stroking my hair, it felt like I wanted time to stop here.

Reza pushed my body to see my face, “You really messed up,” he said while wiping away tears.

“Do not tease me,”

“Haha, I'm not teasing you, kok.” his laughter sounds very savory. For the first time, I heard him laugh. “You can tell me your problem.”

I'm speechless. I still hesitate to tell you about my sad family problem.

“You can tell me when you're ready. I'll listen.”

His words really made me comfortable.

“Now, fix your face first. Instructor teacher will soon come looking for us.”

“Ah..., I'm sorry Senior.”

Reza just stroked my cheek with a sad look, his hand then took off my hair tie– made it stumped, then put back the glasses that some time ago he let go. Reza grabbed my hand as she returned and let go before entering the room.

Moments later our guidance teacher came into the room with a pile of package books in his hand and said to me, “use it well for two Weeks, do you have a passport?” All eyes look at me fixedly, doubtfully I say ‘no’. How could I have a passport, in my family only my father had because of his previous overseas work experience.

“Do not worry, tomorrow I will help you to take care of it.”