SULIVANS

Quit

Zalva stared at the whatsapp conversation between himself and Doki on the phone.

The last message he sent yesterday was just a blue tick.

Even with the messages from the previous two days; only read without any reply.

Doki is usually the most effective at replying to messages.

It has a myriad of meme stickers that are issued according to the emotions you want to convey.

From angry, sad, laughing, timid, to moving pictures of the fathers dancing.

Moreover, the stock of slang and the latest abbreviations that are always used in every message.

Updated at all times until Zalva was tired of asking his point.

In essence, Doki is a fan of virtual world trend followers who are almost always fast response.

For a sosmed maniac like him, it would look very strange if his message was not reciprocated by a single sentence.

Zalva felt an aura of anger from his way of silencing his message.

In Doki's general suit, he will reply longer than the question asked.

It consists of a reply message that is usually split into two or three short sections, followed by a sticker image below.

However, short and long messages are ignored without any reply.

Zalva suspects Doki may be angry that he sent a message about his resignation plan.

Because Doki is the most determined member to take the name of Sullivan to the highest peak.

Most eager to agree when the offer of a fight came to him.

The shout of the taekwondo coach then startled Zalva and pulled his distant wawning mind back to earth.

Staring at the blue bag that the right hand was carrying while wondering why the owner had not come here.

Maybe it just so happened that he met his friend and started talking.

Just like the mother does every time she meets her acquaintances on the street.

One acquaintance alone can spend more than ten minutes, discussing the pleasantries of life that are often boring.

Or maybe... Sena's lost?

This friend does have the advantage of partial blind which is a little severe.

A little because it has not even been two weeks he explored this school environment.

Severe because according to his words on the sidelines of their conversation in the hall earlier, he had lost his way home only because of road repairs and turn-determining buildings whose paint turned gray.

Though the road was used to pass him every day for approximately one and a half years during his schooling in High School.

From the story that he considered unreasonable, he decided to move his feet toward the back gate to look for Sena.

Maybe he's missing not knowing the direction.

Then from a distance, his heart seemed to stop beating when he saw Sena who was standing face to face with Bi, the leader of Oreo who from yesterday kept bothering him on the phone.

His legs automatically ran briskly full of energy to see Bi who began to advance closer to Sena.

Then position themselves to mediate them, turning their back on Sena to stand behind her.

Bi stopped his steps, looking at the snide barrier whose face was partially covered in bangs.

He recognized the sharp eyes behind his hair and his exemplary uniform.

Making her laugh was so loud and creepy that Sena hid her gaze behind Zalva's back.

"Your appearance is quite surprising."

Zalva glanced at Sena who pinched her back shirt slightly.

Bi frowned looking at Zalva who again saw him sharp like skinning his body.

"So you guys"

"no need to get along. We have nothing to do."

Bi held back her lips that were almost smiling happily.

His heart flowered as soon as it found the weakness of the opponent who always won from it.

"I'm sad you never returned my noble invitation message. This is what you do."

Bi stared at the staggered dry leaves falling on his shoulders, then took them slowly.

"We have nothing to do. I've stopped."

Netra Bi squinted at the seriousness of Zalva through the look in her eyes.

"I'm telling you, a loyal friend like you can't stop."

The clasped dried leaves are then reined in, are being thought about what treatment will be obtained.

"Ah, does your mother know about your night world?"

Bi raised the fragile brown leaves as high as the eyes to cover the sharpness of the opponent's highlight.

"I told you we had no business."

Zalva felt the tremors of Sena's hand creeping through his shirt.

He took the trembling hand and pulled it away leaving Bi who showed more and more often.

Then put both his hands into his pocket and whistle happily while stepping feet.

When the shadow of Bi at the end of her eyes began to drift away, she immediately sat her trembling hand on the circular chair of the back garden.

"You good?"

Sena let go of that warm grip to support her body that was instantly limp.

"Yes." Yeah."

They then sat side by side after Sena gulped down some water in her bottle that Zalva had taken out.

Well, so this is how it feels to be silent weak to see the perpetrator who caused his injury without being able to do anything.

Every time he remembered the incident, he promised to curse and teach him a lesson.

But when faced directly like that, his body even trembled without being able to say a word of swear that he had planned.

The man's violent aura was beyond his reach.

"You're still shaking."

Sena held her breath as she felt the warmth grasping her left hand.

The warmth stroked his fingers slowly, sending a tickling sensation to his lungs.

"Sorry to get you involved in my business."

Sena smiled, denying Zalva's pessimistic statement that seemed to blame herself.

"It wasn't your fault."

Then looked at Zalva's hand which was still clinging to his hand.

"People like him do like to do their own thing, bothering anyone who comes into contact with his enemy."

His voice was almost choked when he said that long sentence, because his memory of Tina's past actions rattled to present themselves in his brain tract.

Deeds undermine anyone who is the opponent in any tournament.

Even the person close to his opponent could not escape from the look of insulting Tina.

Sena was really sorry that she never tried to stop Tina.

He just kept quiet, blinding his own eyes to Tina's bad deeds because they were his habits.

Exploring the ugliness under the pretext of receiving the bad good of his friend with the airy chest.

Revealing Tina's bad deeds just because of a friend's appendage.

"Thank God you came."

Sena looked at Zalva who was observing the sky with a blank look.

"The world needs people as strong and as good as you to fight people like them."

A few minutes passed by in silence, silent to each other with thoughts of each other.

Until a tennis ball rolls over Zalva's shoes, an awkward woman picks it up.

Take off their grasp the two of them who had just realized Zalva in the last moment he released Sena's fingers.

Making the tip of his ear reddened and invited Sena to go home immediately without turning her face.

Walk them consecutively down the front footpath of the school is quite quiet.

Only a few students were left waiting for an invitation; some were sitting on the sidewalk and some were leaning against the gate wall.

They all have the same facial features; upset waiting for someone who never comes.

More than an hour has passed since the school bell rang.

Sena stared at their faces one by one, while choosing the chat topics that the brain recommended to kill this awkwardness.

"You...out?"

Zalva's shoulders scowled at the soft voice of the woman behind him.

"...yes."

Sena stared at the jet black bag without any ornaments and any extra that swung softly as it hung on her running back.

"Why?"

Zalva stared at the shadow that began to lengthen, making Sena's shadow follow with her body shadow.

"The sick boy."

He was then shocked by another long shadow that joined the shadow of the two of them.

"Thera?"

Sena stared at the startled man who had been out of nowhere standing to her right.

"What do you mean?"

Zalva recognized the voice of the other shadow, making him stop his steps without turning his head.

"So you quit because of Tera?"

The shadow that lately always awaited the response of his message.

Doki.