SULIVANS

Guavas

Four pieces of guava from one medium-sized fruit were washed under running water in the sink.

Once enough was felt, Zalva placed the pieces on a tissue that lay on a plate.

Deftly his hands inserted one by one the pieces together a spoonful of sugar and two cups of water into the blender.

Turn the mixture into one, turning into a pink liquid.

As the blender rotates, Zalva picks up a large plastic cup and a small filter from the rightmost drawer under the kitchen counter.

Not to forget he was watching the microwave that was spinning behind him; checking how long the food in it was heated.

I don't know why this morning he really wanted to eat the pizza that his father brought home late at night.

The pizza that last night seemed unattractive because his stomach was full enough, this morning immediately looks appetizing.

Maybe because last night the father declared a picnic to the new resort on Sunday tomorrow.

To be precise, he left this afternoon, after his mother had finished the seminar and his father had finished the rest of the office work.

Be half a slice of pizza neatly stored in the refrigerator he took out to warm.

The high sound of the microwave sent a sign to Zalva that the pizza was ready to be eaten.

Take out the pizza to move to the dining table.

Not to forget Zalva took out the guava juice into the cup that he had prepared through his tea filter.

He learned this technique of making guava juice from the mother, in the form of filtering the results so that the small seeds do not come to be consumed.

He even knew how the seeds remained intact even though they were blended; by pressing the button a few times until the frame was destroyed, and then blending everything.

Stand this guava juice right next to the pizza after Zalva put three boxes of ice cubes into it.

The motive for choosing guava juice to accompany his pizza is because he was tempted to see Sena who always drank guava juice in a paper box packaging.

Whatever snack you buy, Sena drinks are always the same; boxed guava juice.

Consistency makes Zalva want to try it.

It feels like a guava.

The version is easier to swallow because without a collection of annoying seeds.

Maybe Sena actually likes guava, but because the seeds are difficult to separate from the meat, he prefers guava juice.

Zalva mangosteen agreed to the conclusion he made himself.

Finished thinking about the reason Sena liked guava juice, her brain switched to thinking about what items had not been put in the suitcase.

The suitcase has been unfurled since last night, with a blue shirt, a yellow shirt, long white cloth pants, a short jeans, and a pair of white shoes.

The camera bag and lens he has prepared on the side of the suitcase, so as not to forget to be transported when leaving.

His brain says he has brought all his needs, while his feelings insist he forgets something.

Until the last bite of his second slice of pizza, his brain had not found what he had forgotten.

The phone that he had momentarily forgotten shook and shimmered in front of him.

He thought of the phone while sipping the juice.

Then it coughed violently until the juice almost entered his respiratory tract while reading the recently opened message.

A message from Bi in the form of two photos.

The first photo contains Tera and Rio who are strung together and placed on the grass.

The photo that raised more than half the scale of his shock.

Zalva immediately thought of taking his jacket and motorcycle keys and solved the problem with a bit of violence because Bi never believed that he actually stopped.

Many times his serious words were thought to be past wind by Bi; to the extent that he did this chaotic prank to trick her.

All right, he'll serve Bi this time. Showing her fangs to make Bi Kapok bother him and his friends.

Until his finger shifted the second photo, where the fainting face of Sena appeared very close to filled almost the entire screen.

Making the scale of his shock soar high, hardening his jaws and crushing his anger.

If it reaches Sena; the innocent and has nothing to do with their problems are also hurt, he will actually finish off the arrogant gang leader.

Background of school.

Zalva rode his motorbike in disobedience, speeding away in all the vehicles that blocked him.

Offset his emotions that had already reached the top point.

Until he meets Bi and her henchmen who laugh at his presence.

Surprisingly, none of them carried weapons; although they were famous for their cunning fighting carrying sharp weapons even against empty-handed people.

Behind them, there was Rio and Tera who were bound unconscious.

His heart was sliced with pain staring at the two pairs of unrequited feet and the home t-shirts still attached to their bodies.

Which meant that those sneaky people ambushed the two of them in their residence.

Thicken the smoke of anger that had been billowing through space.

"Say it's stopped, why the hell is it so hard to get here?"

Bi's speech followed a mocking laughter from his comrades, insulting the enemy leader who for some reason looked so small today.

"Why? Doubt to start over?"

Bi underestimated Zalva who was still silent on the spot while looking at him ferociously.

He raised the hand to give a cue to his men who stood guard near Tera and Rio.

The two men each took kerosene and matches that had been prepared near them.

Which immediately got a reaction according to Bi's estimate.

"STOP IT!"

Zalva shouted loudly and then ran towards the two people.

Not heeding the punches and kicks that hit his body to get rid of the bottle of oil and match.

With his deft hands, his match was thrown and the oil bottle rolled away.

He raises the audience's sly grin, Bi, who is satisfied with Zalva's reaction.

He then walked closer to Zalva who was not struggling because it was crippled by his three men, while carrying a bottle containing other kerosene.

This time with the lid open, until the pungent aroma wafted out in all directions.

"You should have held your word to stop." Said Bi while directing the hand of the bottle holder to the right.

Zalva turned his gaze in that direction.

The direction of the school hall where the seminar was held, where the mother wanted to have a dialogue there.

The glass wall that surrounds almost the entire room makes the entire seminar room visible from the outside.

And vice versa, the state of the outdoors is seen from inside the seminar.

As soon as he stared at the shock that Zalva displayed, Bi stepped her feet towards the two unconscious victims while shaking her bottle.

Making Zalva groan looking at him sharply.

His free left hand flicked his finger, giving his men a cue to release Zalva.

While his right hand prepared to throw the contents in the bottle towards the two victims.

But the flying kerosene shot against the grass because of Zalva's quick kick on the bottle.

Making Bi laugh as hard as he could, to grab the attention of some seminar participants to divert their eyes.

One of his men then took the rolling bottle of oil and threw it at the leader.

Bi prepared to receive the bottle before her cheek was punched hard by Zalva.

Until his body staggered down with an oil bottle that he could not touch.

Fresh blood flowing from his nose made Bi's laughter echo even more.

He was ready to accept whatever the enemy would do to him and his men.

After all, he was sure that Zalvalah would have a big loss when he bled and fainted.