SULIVANS

Paper

Zalva gripped the piece of paper tightly, afraid of the writing printed on it.

He decided to put it back in the chocolate map to open with Rio who was going to buy coffee.

Just reading the full name listed on the results of the hospital laboratory alone is able to make it choked.

PRINCE OF AMARTA

The name of the loyal follower whose figure has been recorded in his mind since last afternoon.

Precisely after the incident Tera deliberately went all the way to the lab room to tell Rio about the results of the check-up and asked to keep it a secret from him.

Who happened to be there and caught them.

The suspect, Tera, was hiding behind Rio's back when asked to explain the meaning of his ambiguous words.

The suspicious words that told Rio to keep it a secret to Zalva.

Rio who inevitably had to explain the situation, thought of the right answer while scratching his back neck which was not itchy at all.

Zalva's curious gaze that more closely resembled the look of a threat made him panic even though that gaze was actually aimed at the timid human behind him.

Makes his mouth move faster than the brain, says Tera's lab results come out this afternoon.

Rio deliberately did not add another important thing that Tera and herself discussed earlier.

Letting Zalva figure it out this afternoon while taking the lab results.

Then after school, they meet at a regular place; in front of a meatball stall behind the school.

Their brief negotiation resulted in a decision in the form of the patient, Tera, will not follow.

Of course this onion had his back and threatened not to pick up Zalva again if he was not allowed out by the mother.

A threat that is certainly less powerful to subdue a Zalva.

Depart the two of them, Rio and Zalva, riding Rio's motorbike to the hospital.

Throughout their twenty-minute journey, Rio began to regret his decision to escort Zalva.

Because the communication experiment that always starts by him always fails.

Ask what is answered, storytelling is reciprocated with laughter means 'ununderstanding', not calling but answering, and other miscommunications.

Made Rio decide not to get off the bike and offer to buy coffee.

Leaving the worried Zalva with a brown envelope in his hand.

Zalva decided to open and read it after many times the paper went in and out of the envelope without the attention of the eye.

He then focused on a collection of letters and numbers printed in small fonts, reading them one by one.

Medical writing that is quite difficult to read it is translated easily by his smart brain.

Which made Zalva go silent for quite a while after reading it.

"Hey."

Zalva took out a glass of iced cappuccino in front of him without turning his head.

Rio sipped his iced coffee while sighing at Zalva's behavior.

Maybe this is the reason why Tera wouldn't tell Zalva to take him all the way to the lab room that is usually quiet no one.

Although he wholeheartedly convinces Tera to say it in any quiet place closer because Zalva will not be out of class until the lesson is over, he still insists on going to the farthest place to keep his secret.

Yes, their estimates are correct.

Zalva was in the classroom, and the lab room seemed quiet.

But the combination of the two unthinkable estimates destroyed them.

Zalva is still in her class which happens to be her class schedule occupying the laboratory.

"Since when?"

Rio shifted his pupils to the right, looking for the memory of his conversation with Tera this afternoon.

"Since the incident."

Zalva tightened his grip until the paper shook slowly.

His eyes looked sad and angry at the same time.

Making Rio sigh slowly, then sit down beside Zalva.

Looking at the blue sky so bright without a single cloud passing by.

"Should we stop?"

He and Tera knew exactly Zalva would react like this.

Despite appearing cold and cold, Zalva thought about and put his friends first above himself.

It was that trait that made him disinclined at Zalva and switched to following him without a second thought.

"If this continues, it's not just Tera who's hurt. Maybe you too"

Rio patted Zalva's shoulder hard, then draped his hand there.

"Heh, I'm stronger than that crybaby!"

Rio clapped his hand to the chest, acting as if he was winning the competition.

Which made him relieved to see Zalva smiling thinly because of his behavior.

It was clearly not a happy smile.

Rio then left for tutoring after offering a ride home to Zalva.

He was planning to take the bus home from there.

The distance between the hospital and the bus stop is quite far if taken on foot.

A normal human's leisurely pace takes about twenty minutes to take it.

There's actually a bus stop close to the hospital, right across the street.

But the bus that passed there took a different route from the direction of his house; heading up the direction of the mountains.

Which will not pass through the alley of his house located on the edge of the city.

Zalva refused and remained on foot despite Rio stopping to once again offer him a ride.

He deliberately chose to walk long enough to set his mind kalutnya.

The envelope that had moved into his bag, the contents were still floating in his brain.

The hard kick in Tera's abdomen made her tissues and muscles swell; which was also the main cause of vomiting blood when her screams had already blurred.

The swelling usually resolves as soon as a week after with a doctor's prescription and adequate rest.

Tera did not enter the school for three days hence; which of course had to be forced with Zalva's lecture and Rio's inexhaustible slap seeing the limp body was asking to leave for school.

Three days later he looked better, leaving school cheerfully as usual although Zalva was sure he was still not fully healed.

Seeing Tera's cheerful smile made Zalva undo her intention to ask about her healing.

Which turned out to be back and forth to the hospital to control his injuries.

From the explanation on the paper, it was written that his internal organs were injured and swollen, making Tera have to do outpatient and back and forth hospitals to check.

His recovery took about three months to return to his normal state.

Requires Tera to be absent from strenuous activity so as not to overload her organs.

Tera's grin when scolded by her this afternoon made her heart ache.

He should have rejected Tera's request to teach her to fight at that time.

He should have refused Tera's request to follow Doki and himself who was about to brawl.

He should have helped Tera who was being sniffed at their first meeting by having a good conversation, without showing any fighting skills that made Tera whine for teaching.

He and Tera should never have met.

Not because it regrets recruiting a crybaby as a member, not because of Tera's attitude that sucks if the middle of the shoulder, or because of his weakest abilities among them.

Zalva greatly appreciated Tera's sincerity and tears that were spent in vain only for a bad person of her kind.

But if their encounter leaves a wound that might affect Tera's future, Zalva chooses not to see her again.

The smoke of the bus exhaust that made every lung that breathed in coughed woke Zalva up from his wishful thinking.

He immediately stepped on his feet to enter the bus and sat in a window seat.

Zalva tried to clear his mind by staring at every building and human activity that passed by the bus he was riding.

Trying to pump positive things into his brain that continues to think negative.

The bus is at the longest red light in the city.

The waiting time was one hundred and eighty seconds aka three minutes.

It is enough to listen to a song until it is finished.

When viewed from its location, the allocation of time was right with the five branches of the road that it arranged.

Not to mention the special green light for pedestrians; because there is a special culinary small market that is always crowded from day to night.

The number of pedestrians visiting increases.

When carrying a vehicle, they usually park near the park or in front of the supermarket, then walk here.

Zalva looked at the crimson figures flitting in front of him, then looked back at the crowd of the road.

He still has about two minutes left to find positive things to shift his brain's negative thoughts.

His eyes were drawn to the hustle and bustle of humans gathered on the shoulder of the road, waiting for the green light to fluoresce.

There were office workers who kept staring at his watch impatiently, middle-aged men holding his child, women who were chatting merrily with their babies, and school students who wanted to walk around for food.

Uniquely, they all stood at the boundary of the shadow of a lush mango tree on top of it, sheltering from the afternoon sun before a very hot afternoon.

Except for the two disciples standing by the red light pole, separated from the other waiters.

Which is able to make Zalva move his pupils following their movement across until lost behind the shop building.

More precisely, a woman whose short hair was fluttering was hit by the street wind.

Penal.

Seeing her smilingly chatting with her friend made Zalva smile.

Reminds him of the awkwardness that was so funny in the last subject earlier.

Yang immediately turned his head awkwardly and scratched his nape while unintentionally staring at him.

Who immediately stood up leaving the table as soon as the bell went home to ring; whereas usually silent waiting for his friends out of class so as not to crimp.

That cuteness subconsciously shifted Zalva's negative thoughts.

Unknowingly enters Zalva's brain, housed in a special chamber within it.

Unknowingly had gone in quite a distance and settled into his heart.