SULIVANS

Yoghurts

“Which one?”

Sena pointed at the locker behind her while keeping an eye on the situation. There had been no sign of a person's presence, making him give a sign of safety by lifting his thumb.

Watching the green light from her friend, Tina then unwrapped the strawberry-flavored Big Babol and pulled out a used gum.

The scene was noticed by Sena with a feeling of anxiety. Many times his head turned to the right and left, hoping that no human would pass.

“Buruan!” sena almost whispered.

Sena was barely breathing seeing the gum move to the floor.

Which means, their plan worked.

Sena clenched her hands together in front of her mouth, not expecting their ignorant plan to be carried out.

The plan that was initially opposed was desperately.

After all, according to Sena's published rules of the brain, this included cheating.

Putting gum under the locker then stepped on by the victim who aims to inhibit his running activities.

Tina desperately tried to persuade Sena whose sporty soul was rushing to the lungs.

After offering a variety of approach strategies to issue the ultimate weapon in the form of a KFC treaty, Sena finally wants to get involved as long as the task is just watching around, not willing to follow-up put the evidence.

When the plan actually worked, for some reason Sena felt increasingly tense.

He felt he had committed a great sin that was difficult to forgive.

Unfortunately again, the victim, Rere, stood at the entrance staring at the two of them who were staring in front of the locker.

In that tense situation, Tina moved quickly by running out of the room.

Leaving the frozen Sena watched Rere see a lump of pink gum lying right in front of his locker.

Sena moved quickly to destroy the evidence by stepping on her shoes.

A sweat flowed from her forehead as Sena gave a box of guava juice she held onto Rere, then dashed about.

Making Rere hold back a laugh seeing Sena's limping style when running with gum behind her shoes.

“Like it, yes, on guava juice?”

Rere's questions entice Sena to return to the real world and end her past memories.

A memory of his bad deeds to the person standing in front of him at this moment.

Sena nodded slowly as she stared at the box of guava juice whose contents had been reduced by more than half.

In retrospect, he had never apologized directly to Rere.

“Your knee... how?”

“Good,” replied Sena while showing her knee movement.

The silence long enough burst forth, tucking in between their awkwardness.

“It's a shame that you can't enter the tournament this time.”

Rere then bailed to return to continue his run. He waved his hand while smiling cheerfully.

“Lain times just enter. Don't just look from there.”

Sena raised her hand with a stiff smile despite not feeling that close to return Rere's hand.

If Tina was with him at this time, hateful comments would have been made.

Cih, his smile is so ugly!

What the fuck is that insulting remark?

Too bad your head! You must be happy because your enemy is not in the tournament, right?

Sena clenched her lips imagining the sentences being uttered with passion by Tina.

Which then resurrected a question that had long been buried deep in his heart.

Did Rere's words really hurt him?

Does her smile look annoying in her eyes?

Does his friendly greeting look fake in his eyes?

When knowing the answer to the question above is equally not, Sena was stunned.

Is that what he hates about Rere?

Or did he just follow the behavior of Tina who hated him so much, without any question?

When Tina said those hurtful words to Rere, Sena just listened.

When Tina encouraged her to reach first place to defeat Rere while chanting, Sena simply smiled.

When her training friends quickly stood up to move seats as soon as they saw Rere eating behind them, Sena just silently watched.

Without ever trying to prevent those painful sentences they were heard all the way to Rere's ears.

Without ever reaching out to help Rere who fell because he was accidentally hit while running with him.

Without ever questioning how bad Rere did to deserve such treatment.

Sena froze, questioning herself who ignored all the ugliness.

Just because everyone shunned him and hated him, doesn't mean Rere is a criminal.

Just because his friends said he was a devious and deceitful person, does not mean Rere's nature like that.

Just because it's always alone doesn't mean Rere's a bad guy.

An invisible needle pierced his body, thrusting it into his conscience, touching his rough surface.

“Hey, take this!”

Sena cut off the entire flow of her mind to see a box of yogurt tucked between the gaps of the wire braid that had been saggy.

“This drink is good for bone healing.”

Sena received the box of yogurt by shaking it to escape from the wire.

“My sister who fell from the stairs has run again after three months of this drinking routine."

Sena stared at the yogurt in her hands with guilt, making her unable to bring her bowed head to look at Rere.

“Sorry.”

Rere furrowed his brows in confusion, looking at the bowed Sena.

“Emm... You mean thank you? Equally.”

Rere's shadow, who had moved away to resume his training, made Sena aware that Rere was a good person.

Sena then went home while contemplating staring at the box of yogurt she was holding tightly.

Until he changed clothes with a shirt and cloth pants and sat on the sofa to light his favorite event, Sena was still staring at the yogurt now standing at the table.

Ignoring his favorite show to dive into his complicated thoughts.

The door scraping against the floor shifted Sena's focus.

The mother who came in was carrying a large white plastic.

Sena waited for the plastic to land on the dining table, eagerly waiting for what snacks were hidden among the groceries.

Once traced one by one, the snack that appeared was a box of yogurt.

"Ih, just this?" Sena pursed her lips.

Come the father who closed the door of the house with a hum.

Making Sena widen her eyes saw the familiar white oval container that was swung slowly to the rhythm of her father's discordant humming.

The container contains an ice cream that is usually a combination of three flavors; chocolate, vanilla, and strawberries.

Sena widened her smile, impatiently enjoying the ice cream after a long time of not eating it.

But his expectations were undermined by the large purplish-blue writing printed on the lid.

Yoghurt.

Her lips were again pursed looking at her parents who were busy chatting while sorting out their groceries tonight; which one would be stored in the refrigerator, freezer, or wooden cabinet hanging over the refrigerator.

"Dad you know I don't like yogurt.."

Sena continued her whimper by laying herself on the sofa, pretending not to want to eat even though her stomach was rumbling.

"Like it, you have to drink it from today."

The mother stuck a paper straw on the nearest yoghurt her hand could reach, then thrust it at Sena.

"But it feels weird!"

"No. It's your favorite guava, not the original you think is sour."

Sena stared at the bubble-like image on the bottom of the salem-colored packaging that read guava, doubting its truth.

It smells like guava, anyway.

Sipped thick yogurt with hesitation while furrowing eyebrows.

"How's it?"

Sena answered him with a nod three times, hinting it didn't feel as bad as she had imagined.

His father sat down and said his own words of pearl.

"Sometimes what seems bad isn't as bad as it seems if you've tried."

Sena put her shoulders and went back to watching her favorite show that she had neglected earlier.

The father noticed the swelling around his bandage.

"The swelling has decreased?"

"Yes. Her knees can be bent a little."

Sena showed bending her knees witnessed by her parents, while she focused on watching television.

"Thank God. Don't move much yet."

The mother followed him while carrying a plate of apples that had been peeled and cut.

Sena plucked a piece of apple without her eyes, making the piece fall off before she could taste her tongue.

His sticky eyes on the forty-inch screen finally turned his gaze on the rolling piece of apple and lay not far from the position of the bandage.

Pull the right hand to grab the piece, then find the purplish line sticking coyly from the bandage.

A line that reminded him of the wound on Zalva's arm.

That is being compressed yellow liquid of revanol by its owner.

Zalva pressed the wet cotton pad into the skin around the wound.

The wound compress medicine he bought a week ago had been reduced by a quarter for the sake of healing the wound.

His focus was interrupted by the presence of the mother who opened the door of his room with three sheets of paper.

The paper then moved to Zalva's study desk.

"Make sure you learn well."

Zalva noticed the paper printed various numbers in black ink and a little red ink to mark the important parts.

"What's this?"

The mother confirmed the reverse of the second paper.

"On next month's exam from your maple teacher."