SULIVANS

Number

Sena bowed her body twice in a fast tempo, then looked up at the man sitting in front of her as he slowly retreated towards the open door.

"Thank you, Doctor! Always healthy!"

Sena's happy manner made the young doctor smile and wave his hand.

"Either. I'm waiting for the good news."

The door was closed with a big smile Sena who returned the wave of the doctor's hand.

Walk Sena with a happy cry who tried to be detained not to come out so fast, considering she is still in the hospital now.

Instead, his tiled legs were happy to channel the overflowing happy energy this afternoon.

Today is the last day of check-ups.

His knee has been fully healed after undergoing various examinations and therapies for almost six months.

It's time to say goodbye to the sickening slow walk.

Also on a bi-weekly control schedule that always produces false expectations.

Also on the complexity of physics and its laws that turned out to be more nauseating than mathematics.

Also on waking up late for the sake of doing the task that continues to flow without stopping.

The time to say welcome to the morning to evening practice is not as scary as sitting for hours hearing the teacher's explanation that sounds like a lullaby.

At least he will not mind the task when enjoying his weekend.

One message then appeared shaking his phone.

A message from the coach told him to start training next Monday.

Which means he has four days to be more lazy and eat whatever food he wants before he will be banned.

It feels like to deliver this happy news as soon as possible to Rere, who may be currently busy training.

He might be surprised if Sena sends him a message that they will be up against each other in a regional competition that will last three and a half months to come.

Ah, otherwise he would have said it on the weekend while visiting his house later.

He longs for Rara's sweet and careless behavior that has not been heard for a long time.

Because he was busy preparing himself to take the final exam as a regular class student in general.

Sena had lost hope once the doctor had not declared her cured until the final exam was approaching.

Then a month later, exactly today, voila! Doctor Derry announces his recovery with pleasure.

"Damn?"

His head turned to look for a familiar voice that called out to him from all the sounds of the human crowd in the patient waiting room.

"Oh, Doki! You're here?"

Sena was astonished at the unusual sight that greeted her eyes.

Usually he will cross paths with Rio or Tera or even both while in this area.

Just this time he met Doki in addition to the school cafeteria.

"Yes, take this Tera's."

Sena nodded her eyes at Doki walking over carrying two sheets of paper.

He will probably hear good news about Tera's condition as well today.

They then walked side by side towards the exit.

"How is he doing? Good news, is it?"

Doki tilted his head to look at the two piles of paper.

"Of course, although not the good news you mean."

Sena turned her head and looked at Doki with raised eyebrows.

Asking with Doki's words.

"The treatment cost has been paid for."

Making Sena widen her eyes while carving a big smile on her lips.

"Oh, wow! Very good news!"

Doki replies with the head of the mangosteen agreeing to Sena.

They had walked out the main door of the hospital and decided to buy iced coffee in the front canteen.

"How's your knee?"

Sena replied to Doki's question with a happy grin.

"Look, here!"

Then ran around the flagpole three times.

"Vidioh... Healing yet?"

Sena nodded happily and then ran back.

Their journey to the cafeteria instantly turned into the fastest leg movement match.

"Happy... There won't be any more intruders joining our table after dinner in the cafeteria, will there be?"

Sena raised her hand on Doki's back.

"Heh, that's not because I didn't bring supplies... And because I don't know anyone but you."

Replied by Doki's moaning deliberately made-up.

Continued boos after taunts that clashed with each other before two iced coffee cups were presented in front of them.

End their jokes this afternoon.

After paying, Doki then tells him about the astonishing fact he just received from his cousin.

The fact that the first-class biology teacher who was rumored to be Zalva's father's mistress turned out to be the son of the father's secretary.

The beautiful woman who is usually called Bu Mega was indeed asked by Zalva's father to supervise Zalva at school, replacing her who is rarely at home.

Therefore, all the sloping news about Zalva and the bullying he received was known by the father to then be passed on to the homeroom teacher.

Doki believes the news is true because his cousin is the younger brother of Bu Mega's husband who married him last month.

Sena mangosteen, understand the new point of view of the misunderstanding.

They have arrived at the parking lot while talking about Bu Mega.

Doki then offers her a ride, which Sena refuses because soon the father will pick her up.

"Well that blue motor?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Doki widened his eyes and gave Sena both thumbs.

"That ex-motorcycle gang!"

That was responded to with a flat face by Sena.

Mr. Didi's words at the time were indeed reality.

Based on the story of the mother who if imagined sounds far-fetched.

Moreover, seeing the amazement of Rio, Doki, and Tera who immediately believed the story of the father when it came to picking him up at school.

Making doubt more deeply rooted in him.

Still can not believe that his father was a member of a famous motorcycle gang in his time.

Although it has been validated the mother in the form of athletic genes that of course obtained from the father.

"Ah yes forget-"

Doki handed over one of the two pieces of paper that were at the bottom of the pile.

"That's the phone number of the person who financed Tera's treatment."

Sena stared at the paper, which mostly contained the number from top to bottom, until her eyes caught up in the handwriting written just below the signature.

Wimala Zalva.

"The number's on, I just called. See you soon."

Go Doki leave Sena who is still sculpting.

His heart was pounding again as he stared at the phone number with the Australian country code written under his name.

Sena continued to stare at the paper until the motor horn greeted her ears.

Immediately folded the paper into four parts then climbed into the passenger seat and waltzed mingled with other vehicles.

Sena mused staring at the flocks of birds that were flying in a line in formation.

Contemplate the number that has always been searched for.

He still could not believe that he would find the day the number actually appeared before him.

It felt like the number was contacted as soon as his foot landed on his bed.

But will Zalva lift it?

And if he gets caught up, what does he say?

Is his voice the same as it was six months ago?

Will Zalva recognize his voice?

Does Zalva still remember him?

Various questions raged in Sena's brain, vying to appear to dominate his mind.

If Zalva still remembered it, wouldn't six months ago not have ended in lost contact?

Although the number still remains the same as the number stored in the Zalva contact as 'Sena two-three'.

She's the same woman who six months ago became my Zalva friend.

But is Zalva the same?

The number that changed without contacting him again did not rule out the possibility that Zalva had also changed.

I have found a friend who is more useful and useful than him.

Has found a warmer classmate and has always supported her.

Has found a new life far more exhilarating than the somber six-month period.

Sena was afraid that it would ruin the excitement if she contacted him now.

He was afraid to bring back painful memories when he heard his voice.

Although he misses Zalva very much, he does not want his longing to turn into a disaster for Zalva.

Don't want his feelings to invite black clouds in Zalva's colorful life.

Make Sena swing firmly the hand that grasps the fold of paper to the right, right in the fire that is burning dry foliage garbage.

Trying to throw away and burn the paper containing Zalva's life.

His feelings.