SULIVANS

Shoe Strap

Hustle and bustle of the class who cheered because the happy news about the empty hour suddenly fell silent to hear the words spoken by the homeroom teacher.

“English job, twenty-one page package book problem. Secretary, don't forget to note-“

The secretary who was still focused on staring at her false eyelashes in a small mirror was nudged by her colleague.

“Oke, sir!”

The secretary named Sari was blinking her eyes spoiled, about to show off her eyelashes.

“And tasks collected to the language room.”

There were all sorts of whines from the students in order to hear the sacred space mentioned.

The language room located in the corner of the school is far from any access. School gates, UKS, canteens, and other students' favorite places are on the road opposite to the language room.

Moreover, the cross section of the indoor and outdoor sports building is more tiring than going up and down the stairs from the canteen on the first floor to their class on the third floor.

“Chairman please arrange his friends to collect assignments on time. Any questions?”

The silence made the homeroom teacher nod his head, assume his duty to deliver the task had been fulfilled, then close the door of the class.

Walk the class leader with the hair of a drizzle with a fully buttoned uniform up to the top to put his book on the back desk.

The table where the first rank of the school sat.

“Tasks collected to Zalva, as usual.”

The outstanding student who had been lowered in silence doing his job looked up. His eyes looked at the chairman even though most of his gaze was covered by his long hair.

“Why me?”

Two words that can make two students who were playing catch a paper ball in the back stop.

Also make the whole class busy with his activities each turned to look at the man marked Zalva Wimala's name.

The silence of a few seconds after that was solved by the sound of a hard-covered book belonging to a pigtail-haired woman who was standing near Zalva.

“Ke-na-pa?”

There came another woman with a midget hair who joined the conversation in their direction.

“Oh, already dare to reply apparently..”.

He leaned his body closer to Zalva's hidden eyes while smiling obliquely, then pushed Zalva's forehead with his index finger while letting out a pearl word.

Zalva only replied to them by turning his eyes to the ballpoint pen he was holding, because the slightest reaction caught their eyes would make him a criminal and complicate his situation.

The small ruckus and whispers that came out from the mouths of the surrounding humans rolled around to muddy the atmosphere. Make Zalva turn his eyes out the window, staring at the vast field that inevitably less than two hours will pass.

It must be hot.

When he finally brought the stack of task books and papers out of the classroom, Zalva did not feel hot at all even though the sun was shining. The wind blew with his footsteps, messing with the heat of the sun that was about to hit his skin.

Fly one of the papers without the bearer realizing it.

The paper danced quietly in the air, before landing gracefully near the tight-laced shoelaces.

The owner of the blue shoe undoes his intention to stand as soon as he sees a piece of paper lying before him. He stretched out his right hand to grab the sheet that one of the corners was flapping with the softness of the wind.

Then circulate his brown pupils looking for the owner of the paper.

It appeared that a student who passed not far in front of him was moving some books onto a pile of paper.

Zalva managed to calm down the rebellious papers that were swept away by the wind by concentrating the burden on them.

He was about to continue his steps before a paper was given to him.

The paper contains the task of making English quotes with the first sentence bearing his name, which was written originally without any thought.

Just exactly copy the small writing printed in the bottom corner of his book.

When it was read again, the sentence stunned him.

Zalva just knew if the time, place, and atmosphere can add a sentence that was once ordinary into a sentence that tickles his heart.

It’s just a bad day, not a bad life.

A gust of wind opened up a little hair covering Zalva's face, making her neutrals follow the movements of the paper-givering women who were running around the field. His shoulder hair moved to the rhythm of his body, while several other strands moved freely following the wind.

Making Zalva's lips carve a smile as she turned to continue her steps.

The woman then stopped right in front of the stands, staring dejectedly at her shoelaces that had re-unraveled. The shoes were given to him on his birthday yesterday.

Subdued his body while sighing to justify the rope, then shocked by the cold sensation that touched his cheek.

“Good work, Sena.”

It was his best friend who put a bottle of cold sweat pocari on his cheek. Sena received it with a bright smile then reunited the cold sensation to her skin.

“Thanks, Tina.”

Tina sat on the grass, followed by Sena who had finished tying her shoelaces.

“Today, huh? That festival?”

Tina nodded as she rubbed the sweat dripping on her forehead. His lips then pursed talking about his dislike for the nature of the girls who would later go with him.

Fani the flirtatious and expert fake smile, Nira who can not be separated from the cellphone, Tiara who is famous stingy and miserly, also Hani with his troublesome indifference.

Although never met in person, Sena memorized their behavior from Tina's stories. They were best friends since elementary school, their homes were close together and often gathered together.

“Ah, surely the crybaby Hani is acting again, annoying. You know no-”

He shifted his mind to the choice of what snacks he wanted to buy on the way home later. Cloth near the school or next to it.

It turned out that after actually coming home, the two snacks of the cart were both closed.

Sena took a breath, starting to believe the rumors that said that the two sellers were different sisters of mothers; because they always closed at the same time.

Then decided to walk a little further to the crossroad, where Batagor subscription Tina tread. Although he doubted that the cart had not closed, because the orange of the sky began to spread and the sun almost set in half.

His activities admiring the sky stalled due to shoelaces that again detached from the strong twists of Sena's fingers.

Make him crackle and re-bind both ends of the rope firmly. He started thinking about buying a new, stronger shoelace this weekend.

At the pull of the last knot, Sena's body turned forward due to a fairly hard collision from behind by a person in a dark blue jacket who then bowed his body apologizing.

Sena who was about to curse then lowered her head quickly to reply to her apology.

The bait he had held was sliding just like that when the beige box object was seen in the grasp of the impactor.

His wallet.

The man, partially covered in a hat, was galloping as soon as Sena yelled at him to stop.

He panicked when he saw the shadow of Sena on the shop glass that managed to narrow the distance despite running while shouting.

He thought he managed to get the right target based on his pickpocketing experience; namely school children, women, and appeared weak.

This time he was wrong to judge this woman to look weak just from her softness. His posture and the way he stepped indicated that the woman was used to running.

He then turned his brain to find a solution so as not to be caught in a few more seconds.

Almost the hood of his jacket attracted the pursuer if his body does not immediately turn to the left. He turned his head and smiled happily to find the woman almost falling behind him.

As a result of his hunting breath and his painful chest, his brain gave orders to slow down his running pace. Before the command was executed perfectly, his nerves again sped up his footsteps to hear the thunderous screams of the victim that he thought was no longer chasing.

Two wooden boxes in front of him were pulled until they collapsed rolling to slow down the pursuer.

He encouraged his legs that began to linu. Come on, twenty more meters they can get help!

He fenced both feet until he grabbed the aid and hid behind his back.

“Please, Bang!” he said in a choked voice from being out of breath while pointing at the pursuer who was still breathing normally.

The human aid stopped kicking him to see the beautiful woman that the men brought to their headquarters.

Sena took a deep breath looking up at the guts of the five four in front of her as soon as she saw that there was a human in the middle of them lying weakly helplessly with a bloody mouth.

The gaze that made the aid in the form of the leader of the plot laughed loudly.

“What do you need, Miss Sweet?”

From the appearance and body language scanned quickly by Sena's eyes, they seemed to be conspirators who liked to do despicable activities. From pickpocketing, teasing women, to persecuting fellow humans. The type of human being who performs heinous activities only to shut down their ego inequality.

To defeat this type of human, you only need to brain-play their ego.

“My wallet got carried away by the boy behind you, brother. By intentionally.”

Sena smiled as calmly as possible, to get an exaggerated reaction of the interlocutor.

“Dik?”

The booming laughter of the men in the area's special male school uniform divides the silence and darkness of the night.

“On what basis do women in SMA uniforms call us ‘dik’?”

“Oh, I thought you guys were still SD because only SD kids can do such bad deeds without thinking.”

The look of the leader of the plot grew savage as his slow steps approached Sena. The sound of wood being dragged slowly and colliding with the uneven contours of the ground makes the feathers goosebumps.

The tip of Sena's eyes caught a small movement of the person who was thought to have fainted. He nodded his head to signal Sena, then stood quietly without a sound.

Despite not understanding the intent of the sign, Sena blinked her eyes and urged her brain to think hard about the right steps to overcome this situation.

The victim quickly kicked the legs of two people in front of him, making the leader who was only two meters away from Sena's body turn around. He smiled happily at the resurrection of his victims, who were still able to topple two of his men even though fresh blood dripped from his mouth.

The wood that had been about to be smashed on Sena he lifted up high to rain it hard on the back of the victim.

The speed of the descent of the wood became disturbed due to the screams of Sena who threatened to contact the police while lifting her phone. The phone's dim screen became very bright as it shimmered in the darkness.

The leader who watched Sena's hand shake holding the phone screen that featured the lock screen chuckled softly, raised his chin and tilted his head, mid-challenging Sena.

“Please, if you dare."

There was the sound of police sirens with the sound of motor vehicles speeding closer.

The confusion of everyone used Sena to take his wallet lying near the victim. But before his wallet was caught, his knee was hit hard by a blunt object from behind.

Sena fainted.

A motorcycle with a rider wearing a jet black full face helmet came in, forcing the plotters to retreat. Dust and soil mixed into one fly in all directions due to the maneuvering of the rotating motorcycle tire and reversing direction quickly, blurring the view of anyone nearby.

A light shimmered dimly in the middle of air pollution, featuring a mobile phone screen with a music player display. The police siren then stopped after the pause button on the phone was touched.

The leader of the plot was very angry to see the rhythm of the game disrupted due to other games.

He then grabbed whatever found his hand, then hit it hard sideways. The low moaning that her weapon had managed to injure someone made her smile on her side, before finally joining her men who had escaped first.

The motorcyclist lifted the glass of his helmet and helped the troubled victim move the body lying across his legs.

“Zalva, she fainted!”