SULIVANS

Outlandish

Her right leg, which was protected by a brown-skin docmart, stepped on the brakes slowly, coordinating with her eyes that scanned the surrounding streets looking deserted.

“Only get here?”

Zalva immediately carried her bag and opened the car door without answering her mother's questions.

In such a short time, his mother began a long lecture on his mathematical value that dropped three seeds. The main cause is cell phones; the item that often becomes the scapegoat of all mothers in the world when unwanted things happen to their children, which is completely irrelevant.

Zalva closed the door in relief, thinking that he would be free from a long lecture that would not be interrupted if it was not forcibly cut. Then the windshield of the car that slowly came down again showed the mother's lecture that had stopped for a moment to drop her relief.

Zalva took a long breath.

Just down three seeds makes his mother like a push of an automatic button hidden in his body, to make the usually silent woman issued many golden words within a week.

Until finally the unacquainted Zalva rescue horse came to greet and greet her mother, turning her mother's face back to corporate default with a smile and tone of speech.

The guardian of the student where tutoring the mother greeted him happily, giving Zalva a gap to quickly move away and escape.

Compared to the reverse with a car three meters in front of him, which delivered their children lovingly like the atmosphere of the first time school. The child who felt uncomfortable then encouraged his parents who he considered excessive showing their affection to get back in the car.

It was Sena who closed the car door and then moved away quickly while waving her hands, replying to the wave of her parents who did not end until the corner in front.

Sena then walked slowly staring at the synchronization of a pair of black and white shoes that he had never used again since the orientation period and the acceptance ceremony of new students.

His shoes that felt foreign because he was used to wearing running shoes that could be chosen based on his mood that morning.

Also the school uniform is complete with a suit, which for more than a year of high school just hanging neatly in the corner of his closet.

The path of the brick arrangement under the shady trees suddenly feels foreign when passed with different clothes.

The morning sunlight that separated into various small parts from between the leaves and the fall of leaves that bobbed in the air made Sena feel sad today.

It was still clearly imprinted expression, word order, and tone of voice of the coach who visited him five days ago, saying a piece of sentence that kept repeating in his memory automatically, day and night.

Sentence suspension of running training due to knee injury.

This morning's sentence left him in the middle of a crowd of students who shared his worries about the upcoming exam, heading for a very foreign multi-storey building despite his daily views.

The building he looked at with many questions when he felt tired with the coach's nagging about spicy eating or lack of sleep which resulted in a decrease in his stamina.

At that time Sena was curious how freely the students in this building chose the food, last night their eyes were able to open to follow the excitement that occurred on social media.

After finally entering this building, in the middle of a group of students who had made him curious, he even felt foreign and alone.

Sena is not used to listening to the question and answer about essay number three from last night's assignment, the upcoming exam material that seems to contain childish questions, or guess which lucky woman is able to hook the school prince through their instagram story.

All of the talk was odd for Sena who was used to discussing what degree of hunchback is right to speed up her footsteps, the most qualified masseur to overcome body cramps, and the best, until the main champion puzzle that has the potential to win the tournament next month.

The various thoughts clashing against each other in his brain ended when his hand opened the door of the teacher room to meet his homeroom teacher.

“Adisa?”

Sena was surprised to hear her own name that felt unfamiliar in the ears, spoken by a bald-headed man with glasses perched a little more down than the usual position, looking at Sena with her upper eye tip while lowering her head slightly.

He followed the homeroom teacher's footsteps into his new class with mixed feelings. Not wanting to think about how great the intensity of the alienation in that class was; that even made his own identity foreign.

Sena almost hit the back of the homeroom class because of a sudden stop right in front of the sliding brown door in front of them, decorated with white plastic board embossed II-III.

“Aready?”

The pleasantry question Sena answered by gulping her saliva and tightly grasping the shoulder strap of her blue bag.

The homeroom teacher who stared at Sena's nervousness smiled gently, saying something that was the hardest to get through was the first time.

To slightly clarify the contents of the class that looked blurry in Sena's eyes, the homeroom teacher leaked the name of his friend, Zalva. Also tell me how smart my friend is.

Sena raised her lips slightly, breathing a sigh of relief at the beautiful name of the girl friend. From the name, this woman sounds friendly, easy to get along with, and has many friends.

The introduction in front of the class he went through by scanning every female student in this class; whichever one would be his best friend.

Was the two-capped girl sitting on the front bench and looking at him with an enthusiastic look?

Or the ponytail woman sitting on the back bench, looking at him reluctantly? Sena reads many friendship webtoons that begin with this kind of scene; indifferent and uncaring who then turn out to be willing to sacrifice anything. Sena likes this type of story.

Or it could be one of two women whispering to each other, staring at him from the end of his shoes to the end of his hair.

When the homeroom teacher pointed at the empty bench at the back of the window, Sena's face turned disappointed.

The feminine name that had been predicted the nature as well as the appearance of it a few seconds ago, differed one hundred and eighty degrees with his expectations.

Male, unfriendly, and loner.

The long-haired man covered a part of his eyes looked at him for a moment when his name was called the homeroom teacher, then again busy looking at his book as the cheers boomed his friends.

The cheers were similar to the cheers of the audience when Sena managed to cut the finish line with her body. The difference is, the eyes of the supporters look happy while their eyes look cynical and demeaning.

In conclusion, his compatriots are loner geeks who like to learn even though his friends are isolated.

Somehow Sena's inaccurate conclusions brought her nervous body to relief; much more relieved than the class guardian's gentle words on the classroom doorstep to calm her down.

The fact that they were both strangers in this seemingly harmonious class made her happy.

Walk Sena without heeding the seductive cheers from her friends, towards Zalva who was speechless looking at her.

Sena then realizes this is not the first time they have met when her brain suddenly displays a flash of the past where she gives a piece of paper that flies in the wind to a man walking behind her.

That man is Zalva.

While Zalva was surprised to look at the familiar light blue bag belonging to the woman sitting next to him.

He questioned the slow reaction of his brain when the homeroom teacher clearly mentioned Adisa's name; a name he had written in capital letters on a patient's paper a week ago.

A name that somehow felt foreign in his mind.