SULIVANS

Chilly

"Sena called again?"

The middle-aged woman who was staring at the screen of her phone shook her head slowly.

"No. Just checking the clock."

The man in the hat next to him then joined staring at the ranks of the numbers listed on his wife's phone.

23.30

"Well, was it last night?"

The owner of the phone turned off his phone and put it back into its habitat in a sling bag.

It was jammed with a large purse that cost almost half the room, along with a small comb and a round glass that had cracked the edge.

The phone seems to want to join the shopping receipt paper casually lined up in the inner pocket.

Unfortunately, a large body will not be able to enter the small space.

As a result, he had to be willing to rub against the comb and glass due to the shock of the owner's footsteps.

"Oh, forget to buy soap!"

The owner of the bag stopped his steps abruptly, making her husband turn his head and intend to calm his panic with a sentence.

"Tomorrow, no one takes a morning shower."

The hard slap that was obtained on his arm made the husband complain.

The wife then muttered grumbling while pulling her husband's arm towards the supermarket 24 hours away from their position.

It is Sena's father and mother, a husband and wife who go on a date under the guise of buying rice leaving their child alone.

Just buy rice but ride a car to cover to the cinema and giggle watching a comedy movie that happens to be on air.

Now, they are confused to decide to buy liquid soap in blue or red which is both being discounted.

The husband who said just buy them both, immediately pulled his words when he found the wallet left in the car.

While the car is parked in front of the restaurant where they bought the side dish, approximately one hundred meters away from here.

The reason, of course, is not to pay additional parking fees.

This idea was of course proposed by the wife; the shrewd tinker with finances.

Although it is not a problem to take out two pieces of five thousand for parking, the wife kekeh invites to walk.

Their goal is to visit the garden fountain with its floodlights.

But the wife remembered their bath soap which caused her husband not to take a bath.

As a result, they brought a packet of blue liquid soap; which was eventually chosen because Sena liked the smell.

When he opened the glass door with his elbow, Sena's father was hit by his wife who suddenly stopped stepping.

Surprised him and took off the glass door springing up just like that.

Fortunately the glass door managed to close without hitting a single limb.

"Well, that's the kid from yesterday, right?"

The husband spread his eyes out at the empty supermarket parking lot.

As far as his eyes could see, only three people captured his pupil lens, occupying the front bench of the supermarket.

Two people sat facing each other talking, another sat on a corner bench and ate pop noodles alone.

He scrunched his eyebrows, trying to guess the meaning of the child yesterday which was meant by the wife.

"Which one?"

His wife pointed at the person on the corner bench who was sitting back to them wearing a grey jacket.

"What a Sena that day!"

The husband showed his face.

Obviously the man turned his back on them, let alone with a hooded jacket covering his face, plus a dimly lit corner bench far from the light.

How could the wife recognize that person?

Sena's mother stepped her feet toward the place where the steaming noodle pop sauce.

Although his wife's memory of someone's face deserves a thumbs up, Sena's father still doubted him while following from behind.

"Byeah, really!"

Zalva tiptoed in shock at the heavy voice of the fathers next to him.

When he turned around, he saw a couple greeting him.

Precisely the wife who greeted, and the husband who looked surprised widened his eyes.

"Zalva! Good news?"

He looked at the wife who was experiencing him cheerfully.

He stared at the two familiar faces that he seemed to encounter some-

Ah, true. Sena's parents.

"Good, aunt."

Zalva lowered his face clumsy, suddenly embarrassed to meet them with a careless face.

Sena's mother sat down beside Zalva, patting her on the shoulder slowly.

"Geez! I never thought I'd see you here again.."

Sena's father sat in front, still curious about the method the wife used to recognize someone from a distance behind a dim light.

While the dim light that was right in the center of the terrace was a relief for Zalva, making it easier to hide her swollen cheeks.

"God! Why this?"

His efforts were in vain when Mother Sena tilted her head to look at the reddish-influenced right cheek.

It seems that this woman does have superpowers like her husband thought.

"Just wait here, yeah."

The silence happened a few seconds later.

Zalva did not dare to return the gaze of Sena's father who examined her from top to bottom.

"Nolongin' people?"

Zalva turned his gaze to the sharp-browed eyes in front of him.

Trying to understand the meaning of the two words thrown by his mustache mouth.

"...hm?"

Although his sharp eyebrows made his face look firm, his notes looked warm.

"So, where did it come from? No more people?"

Any more?

Zalva blinked, trying to think what he meant about helping people again.

Ah, right too. He met them the first time he helped Sena.

A long pause occurred before Zalva's answer was spoken.

"...yes."

Zalva scratched his nape that was not itchy, fearing the untruth of his answer just now.

Because this wound was obtained from revenge.

"good. If you have the advantage of fighting, you have to use it to help people."

Zalva.

Do you know where these men come from if they are good at fighting?

The fathers in question chuckled at the expression of the teenager before him who looked like a thief caught off guard.

"Haha... Fellow players will know."

Then came Sena carrying a box of P3K that she borrowed from the supermarket.

His hand deftly opened the white box, took out the necessary items, then stared at Zalva.

"Can't you touch your cheeks a little? The wound must be cleaned."

In addition to having super powers to see in the dimness of night, Sena's mother also has the power to make obedient anyone who is spoken to.

Zalva who was initially hesitant was destroyed by lowering his hood.

After all, he had intended to clean it to prevent infection, then canceled because he planned not to go home tonight.

"Such mode, say I want to touch the cheek of a young man."

Sena's father mocked his wife who was dripping alcohol on cotton.

"Rubber, get tired of your messy cheeks."

Her husband laughed at the wife's reply.

Zalva just sat quietly listening to the small debate of the two of them.

"What did that matter, player? What player? Remember, Sir. Your son's in high school."

Sena's father replied by clapping his hands to his chest, acting proud.

"Heh, these fathers were famous players of their time!"

"So, only the champion of the two silat level of RT is proud."

"Heh, pas was young first to the province, yes!"

The circus chatter coupled with the laughter flowing from the husband and wife made the awkwardness of Zalva disappear.

Because they didn't isolate Zalva from the chat by asking him a few questions.

They chat a lot of things, ranging from the state of the school now to the rise of public bus fares.

Filling the void that was not realized had been hollowed out deep enough.

Releasing the tears that were seeping denied Zalva's will.

"Slowly, Ma. Till that cry.."

"Ouch! Must be a pain, huh?"

Zalva shook his head slowly, trying to exert all his abilities to prevent his tears from seeping down his cheeks.

"Hold a minute, huh?"

His eyes grew hotter hearing that attentive speech.

Was his heart that cold to the point of overreacting to a speck of warmth?

Or because it is too warm to be able to defeat his cold?

"If Sena must have been tiptoeing, yelling back."

Sena's father imitated the child's exaggerated style while treating him, which was responded to by his wife's stifled laughter.

"Yes, just like his father."

Sena's mother ended her treatment by collecting dirty cotton on a piece of paper, then standing up to throw it in a nearby trash can.

While the husband arrange the goods back to their habitat, close the box, then walk back.

"Don't forget to diligently compress warm water."

Sena's mother then took out one of the boxes of side dish rice that was still warm from the white crackle she had bought.

"It's still warm. Pop noodles will not be full. "

Sena's father patted her on the back a little tight, making Zalva's body shake a little.

"When you come by the house."

"Tante make it seblak or malor."

"Maclor time."

They both say goodbye after laughing loudly because the wife wrongly called the favorite roadside snack Sena.

Zalva waved his hand, staring at the backs of the two of them until they disappeared covered in buildings.

He decided to go home and eat this box of rice in his room.