SULIVANS

Meja

Sena stared at the blackboard that was bit by bit filled with chalk writing.

There is only one more day left to go to the weekend that is very much awaited by him during this week.

Saturday is all-night sleep, and Sunday is time to play at Rere's house, as a result of their online discussion yesterday.

Rere invited him to come home and would cook him spicy nyemek fried noodles; food that he had not eaten for a long time.

The last time he ate this menu was after his last tournament, about three months ago.

Cooked by the official chef of their house, Madam Lia, the mother, to celebrate the victory of the child who won the second place.

But lately Mrs Lia no longer want to accept her request to maintain her health.

As a result, a free meal at Rere's house is of course difficult to refuse his stomach.

After the secretary put the chalk back into its habitat, it retreated to its seat.

Then replaced by the class leader who stood beside the blackboard, about to explain the sentence written neatly there.

“Sunday there will be a seminar in our school hall.”

Oh, so this morning the school yard was filled with artisans who went back and forth in and out of the building carrying various items.

The imaginary light in Sena's brain lit up, hooking the crowd this morning to the writing on the blackboard.

“The participants are some of the invited student parents. The invitation will be shared today.”

The class leader then called one by one the names of students whose parents were invited to attend the seminar.

When the three envelopes in the class leader's grasp moved into the hands of the recipient, he then mentioned yesterday's impromptu mathematical remedial task that had to be collected Monday morning at the front desk.

Making Sena pursed her lips, knowing that her task had only been completed by a quarter.

Sin cos tan material that made his family give up, unable to teach him.

He even contacted Aunt Nifa, the mother's last sister in college, for help.

Thanks to his clever tant, the matter of his remidiniscence has been resolved by a quarter.

There are still three-quarters of questions that inevitably snatch his daily sleep plan on Saturday.

“And today is our ration picket out.”

The class leader said the afternoon picket was replaced with picket in the hall.

"Zalva, Dina, Jojo, Reta"

"Yester, my stomach hurts."

The man sitting in the front corner by the door leaned his back against the chair.

Judging from any direction, his behavior seemed contrived and exaggerated.

Though the stomach that he said was in pain was swaying to and fro during the break earlier, featuring a tiktok dance that was popular with its ease.

Then the next two hours the stomach suddenly hurt because it had to mop the hall.

Sena cussed at the owner of the stomach with her flat gaze.

"alright. Zalva, Dina, Re-"

A woman sitting in the third row suddenly raised her hand, interrupting the chairman's conversation.

"Dina's legs are also sick."

There was a rhythm of mocking whispers filled the class, resting on each other so that it sounded unclear.

Mocking Dina the daritadi running around to see the school idol up close.

This first class friend was indeed flirtatious for mercy.

His eyes were busy hunting cogans anywhere, anytime, and in any situation.

But for matters of pengiketan and class duties, he was the first most hated because it often underestimated.

The class leader stared bored at Dina's hyperbole movement pretending to be in pain.

"Reta is sick too!"

There was a louder mocking laughter, accompanied by another cheering that was chasing each other.

Highlighting the silent Zalva lowered his head as usual.

After all his classmates came out, Zalva stood up to take the broom behind and walked out.

Followed Sena who took the mop after deciding to help Zalva.

Come to think of it, he has not had the opportunity to repay Zalva's kindness which helped him not to get lost in this vast school.

Arriving at the hall, Sena put the mop she carried to the corner of the room and joined Zalva who was moving the folding chair to the back wall.

And made Zalva go silent for a few seconds before opening her mouth.

"Whenever here?"

Sena bend the padded part of the chair inward until folded neatly.

"Reply to."

Zalva took out two chairs in each hand while smiling, laughing at Sena's reasoning.

One by one folding chairs lined up neatly leaning against the wall.

The turn of the white table that Zalva had lifted towards the row of chairs and placed it beside them.

Sena studied the Zalva method and then practiced it on the table in front of her.

But only the two front legs can be lifted despite exerting a lot of energy.

The two hind legs that were hard to escape from gravity were lifted with the help of Zalva.

Sena releases the table taken over by Zalva's hand.

"Hey..!!"

Zalva dodged Sena's fist sticking out toward him.

That half-energy fist was just about empty air, making Zalva laugh at him.

The laughter lasted for one minute, until the pursuer ran out of steam.

Sena then took a broom and began to get rid of the floor dust, while Zalva lifted the rest of the table.

"Aren't you avenging their cunning behavior?"

Zalva straightens the stacked side of the table upside down to align with the side of the table below.

"Make what?"

Sena reached out her hand to reach under the table.

"Let them not go too far."

Zalva positioned his hands on the edge of the table, preparing the energy to lift him up.

"It's no use. They just want to rebel and happen to have the right samsak to be a target."

Sena looked at Zalva who was laying the table slowly.

"Stay, they don't have to be that cruel to you."

Zalva refocused on lifting the remaining three tables, without being overwhelmed by the desire to chim in Sena's sentence.

"Why just you? There are many children worse than you."

Zalva laughed at Sena's grunts, then placed his final table carefully.

"Because I'm a stranger to them."

Sena grabbed the cobwebs hidden behind the closet, while thinking of the proper sentence to refute the argument.

But before his brain finished composing the sentence, Zalva's brain reacted first.

"Thank you for helping me today. But tomorrow you don't have to."

The expression of appreciation was countered with frowning brows and a questioning gaze from Sena.

"You might be exiled as well."

Sena looked at him while laughing.

"It's okay. I'm a stranger there too."

They then continued their clean activities accompanied by warm conversations and jokes that flowed without obstruction.

Joking with whatever tools were there, with the rays of sunlight that began to enter through the glass wall.

Record this event as the most laughable moment in these complicated thought-filled times.

Finished a little, they discussed to determine who would go up to lock the classroom door and who would take out the trash.

Zalva proposes that only he who went up to lock the class and bring down the bags of the two of them, then Sena waited for him in the front yard as soon as she finished taking out the trash.

That was approved by Sena by lifting the plastic trash and patting Zalva's shoulder a little hard.

"See you later."

Hustle and bustle of students who are participating in extracurricular activities make the front field look more crowded than in the building.

The basketball club on the right, badminton on the left, while the taekwondo club was warming up running around the court.

Sena's gaze followed the line of young women in white uniforms.

Makes him nostalgic for his glory days, which are daily preoccupied with running.

Start the morning and close the afternoon by circling the field.

The days when he was tired still felt good.

The days when he and Tina were still sharing jokes and laughter with each other.

Sena still loves those fond memories, even though Tina is no longer friends with her.

The afternoon sun hit his face, spreading warmth to every cell of his skin.

Accompanying Sena's steps towards the big dumpster behind the school wall.

After throwing away the plastic and patting her hands to get rid of the dust, Sena was startled by a young man standing behind her, leaning against the trunk of a mango tree.

"Hi."

Sena turned his head to the right and left, looking for a human who might be accosted by the young man whose uniform was worn with this carelessness.

All the buttons of his uniform were opened, featuring a black T-shirt with a green dragon behind it, with the side only partially inserted.

"It's a pity you passed out at our first meeting."

Sena's pupils spun slowly, working hard guessing the direction of their conversation.

As he remembered he only felt faint twice, during training for the first tournament due to fever and during the incident of damaging his knee.

"Thank God you're healthy now, even if your knees look bad."

Sena's brain sent out a warning signal that made her stare intently at the man walking slowly towards her.

"You should thank me."

The young man returned Sena's gaze with a thin grin.

"Wasn't it because of that incident, you're getting close to Zalva?"