SULIVANS

Sleeps

Sena swallowed a box-shaped piece of fried noodles following the container while concentrating on removing a long line of faulty mathematical solutions.

Its inaccuracy of adding a variable x to a non-similar variable makes one row of its book full of liquid-type x that almost covers the numbers below it.

His two hands were then busy fanning the liquid so as not to go out of track and immediately hardened to cover up his mistake.

The provisions that are still half way must inevitably be ignored.

The provisions he made carelessly because he woke up bad luck with the condition of his mother's father had departed.

They've been warning him to set an alarm every minute because of that.

But because the ears are so strong and sturdy, a variety of alarm music that is deliberately set by the mother just passes without having time to convey it to the brain.

Starting from concert music, songs performed trebelnya can vibrate the flow of blood, pause-jedug angkot playlist, until the sound of sirens passed by him with a dream.

Even so, with confidence he woke up cheerfully, had stretched his muscles to and fro, felt on the clouds because he felt he could wake up in the morning without the help of an alarm.

Before his hand hummed, he picked up the phone and screamed after it when he realized ten alarms had passed.

And there's thirty minutes left until the bell goes off.

That morning, Sena's superpowers were automatically activated.

His power is proven when doing various activities at one time.

Cooking noodles, frying nuggets, preparing textbooks, arranging stockpiles, pigtail hair, and looking for socks.

The rest he did on the way to his school; while walking a little quickly because his knees had not fully healed.

In times like this he misses his healthy body.

Zalva's sigh due to his hand accidentally hit the arm of my dear countryman who was fast asleep made him freeze for a moment.

Feeling guilty for disturbing the deep sleep of someone who rarely sleeps.

The freezing of his hands melted little by little, then moved stroking slowly where his hands did the khilaf earlier.

Slowly raised Sena's hand to re-write the follow-up to the mathematical answer that he had momentarily forgotten.

About the tasks that must be collected later in the day as a condition of remediation.

One more problem after this, and he can enjoy his provisions comfortably.

That was his motivation to re-assemble his concentration and command his brain cells to work.

But the next two problems were even passed while imagining his farewell with Zalva yesterday afternoon.

When he was asked to go home to the next class because Zalva's friend who came to say hello with an angry face.

His life-supporting soul felt guilty leaving those who were most likely to fight without even passing it.

But some of the wise side in him prevented his feet from turning; dictating that it was none of his business.

Be he to come home with discomfort in his mind.

Is that the main reason my friend suddenly turned into a sleepyhead?

His eyes have been red since this morning.

Also during the lesson that made him take turns supporting his head and cheeks with his eyes almost closed.

Sena who is already proficient in terms of sleep in class so managed to get through half the day without the slightest drowsiness due to astonishment.

Wonderful staring at Zalva the child diligently sleepy during the lesson.

Although he believes Zalva can understand all the material without exception.

Defeated his brain which could only absorb the first three hours of lessons even though his eyes and mind were fully awake.

Then as the lunch break bell roared, Zalva piled up three thick packet books and piled his left cheek on it.

Sleeping while facing Sena because it faces a window that is too bright has the potential to interfere with his fatigue.

The two problems he worked on while branching out thinking about Zalva were finally finished.

Sena's eyes sparkled to close his book and pull back the unfinished provisions.

Classes look pretty quiet today.

There were only the two of them in class; the rest went to watch the final game of inter-school basketball that was taking place on their indoor court.

Even the usually crowded corridors contained students passing by became very quiet.

Naturally, because their school basketball team competed today.

Rumors have been circulating since this morning that their chemistry teacher - who will be teaching the final two hours of lessons today - will be late to support his son.

Be almost the entire class have no hesitation watching that match.

Except for two strangers who were busy with their respective activities; sleeping and eating.

When Sena finished with her lunch, her eyes skimmed with someone standing outside their classroom.

It was Doki, who intended to come to terms with Zalva, but instead found the friend fast asleep.

Moreover, he had been caught by my colleague Zalva, who made him scratch his ears and turn around slowly, about to escape as natural as possible.

It seems Doki did not recognize Sena who was at the scene of the crime when he had a fight with Zalva.

Sena recognizes Doki's haircut and high stature.

Making him stare at the sleeping human next to him after Doki's departure.

This incident reminded him of two days ago after school, where Tina and herself accidentally passed each other on the way home.

Before he could think of what kind of response he was about to issue, Tina first melengos and walked away in the crowd.

Leaving himself confused.

Were their quarrels yesterday also not resolved properly?

Has Zalva lost a friend, just like him?

Unconsciously his free-stretched left hand touched Zalva's hair.

Graze it from top to bottom, enjoying the beauty of the hair tucked between his fingers.

After all based on his rough calculations, Zalva would not wake up.

Remembering his breathing continues to rise and fall regularly despite the low boisterous mouths of humans in droves want to watch a basketball game.

Her fine hair makes Sena happy to touch her, wondering what shampoo she uses to get her hair this soft; though the owner doesn't seem to care much about her hair products.

The hair of the father is similar to this.

Although he only shampooed when his head felt very sweaty, his hair remained smooth and soft; pleasant to the touch when plucking his gray hair.

Amidst the pleasure of Sena feeling the pangs of her fingers groping the base of her head, Zalva opened her eyes.

Staring at Sena who instantly froze with her hands still resting in her hair.

"A-there was an insect before," said Sena to eliminate the evidence.

Zalva who was still half sleepy almost laughed at Sena's stuttering babble.

The right hand resting straight against her body was raised to put Sena's fingers back into her hair.

Then close your eyes to start another nap that has not been enjoyed for a long time.

Sena's freeze melted slowly despite the various questions popping up in her brain.

His fingers retraced Zalva's hair and stroked it slowly, not yet in sync with the still constrained brain.

"So you didn't sleep?"

Sena pulled a bit of Zalva's hair to vent her embarrassment, making Zalva's forehead frown slightly.

"Sleep."

Sena tightened Zalva's hairpin between her thumb and index finger.

"Sleep can you answer, how is it?"

"It hurts to know."

Zalva again relaxed his forehead muscles after frowning for quite a while.

Inspired by the comfort of Sena's fingers dancing on her hair.

He almost went back to sleep before Sena asked him a question that drew his soul to sleep.

"Yesterday you.. So fight?"

Zalva smiled in response to the question that sounded unique in his ears.

"So, I'm."

Presumably Sena has a talent for asking strange things.

"...severe, yes?"

Zalva was too lazy to ignore the sensation of his scalp massage in response to Sena's strange question.

"until you can't sleep like that."

This time he lifted his lips, smiling at Sena's completely wrong conclusion.

It was true that he could not sleep, but not because of his trivial quarrel with Doki; but because Tera and Rio invited him to push rank until late at night.

He did not have to worry about the mother's nagging because he stayed overnight in his office.

Especially since their last quarrel, the mother freed up her daily life patterns; of course while her mathematical value remained brilliant and her parallel rank held firm at the top of the pyramid.

Zalva's mother is indeed the type of tsundere mother who secretly cares for her child.

"If you have a problem, tell a story to be relieved."

The words that Sena's lips spoke this time made her speechless.

"Although not good at giving advice, I'm good at hearing people's complaints."

Sena looked at the two closed eyes even though her eyeballs seemed to move slowly.

"Right now you may not feel the need, yet,"

Zalva took a deep breath slowly.

"-but if tomorrow-tomorrow you want to tell a story,"

Sena put her fingers together with the intonation of her sentence.

"i'm still here, ready to hear your story."

Zalva turned his face towards the dazzling reflection of the daylight sun.

The current one felt better to deal with than facing Sena's face which suddenly made her feel like hiding.

He felt Sena as if he could see deep into the depths of his heart.

He said something his soul wanted to hear.

Zalva was grateful there were only the two of them in this class.

He felt that he would die if there were other humans who witnessed.

Especially if Doki, Tera, and Rio caught him.

They would bring him up continuously to look at his dead red face even though he pretended to be closed.

Meanwhile, Rio who was being cautious carrying two pieces of ice cream in each of his hands had almost dropped this Tera order from getting hit by someone who passed him while joking.

He almost spoke at length if only the assassin did not bow to apologize.

Be the talk shortened to one short paragraph just before the hitter's friend handed him his dropped phone.

Which makes him want to echo the second paragraph lecture if only he does not remember the current condition of the ice cream he brought.

Run Rio by holding back the annoyance of being forced to forgive the impactor and his friend.

After Rio passed, the hitman's friend walked towards Bi who was watching the incident from the upper stands.

It is the man who successfully carries out his mission and sends the results through a message.

As soon as the message was received, Bi's smile spread wide.

Celebrating the gap he had just gotten.

He then called someone to express his happiness.

"Hey, we're going to party!"

"Yes, tomorrow's saturday. Right on the birthday of our beloved enemy, Zalva."

"Of course, we have to plan it as mature as possible in order to succeed, unlike the plan affecting Doki which seems to be a complete failure."

"True, unfortunately the kunyuk has loyal and loyal subordinates."

"Don't worry."

"okay."

Tut. tut....

The sound of disconnected connections further widened Bi's grin.

He looked like a starving lion who finally found a fat bull after a long walk with an empty stomach.

Ready to pounce on the victim and party afterwards.