BROKEN BUTTERFLY; Beyond The Night That Differs Love And Lust
CHAPTER 01. JUNO WELKINS'S
“QUICKLY WAKE UP SLACKERS!! SEE WHAT TIME IT IS!!!”
Dad's clock woke me up as usual. And as usual I woke up irritated by his voice. With my eyes still half-closed, I turned off the damn clock.
Not yet out of my bed I looked at the ceiling of the room, trying to recall the events of yesterday. Soon after the call Weena immediately rushed to my house, for an emergency like this I gave her the spare key of my house and she found it difficult to get into my room on the second floor. I don't really remember what I did back then, all I remember was his worried face, he took me to sit on my bed and helped calm me down.
I sat in my bed trying to replay the incident, thinking to me that maybe I was hiding under my desk before Weena came. And there's a stain on the floor, what's that stain? I smelled a little bit of the washcloth covering it. Vomiting, he must have found me in a very miserable state. I admit I am really ashamed of myself.
When I reached my smart phone on the table I also found a bowl of water and a washcloth commonly used to compress fever. My reflex was holding my forehead, and it did feel a bit feverish, and the clothes I was wearing were wet from sweat. Hmm, so that's how it happened. I picked up my smart phone which turned out to have one unread message from, of course, Weena.
“Thank God the fever has gone down. There is still leftover soup in the kitchen, do not forget the medicine is taken!”, accompanied by its characteristic funny stickers.
I could only shed tears and cherish my life while eating the soup in question, the soup which was the most delicious meal I had eaten after all this time.
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The warm water I used to take a shower this morning made me feel fresher. Cloudy clouds still lingering in the sky made the morning so dark and moody. The passing vehicle still turns on its headlights, the scene of leaving school this time so it looks like a scene home from school. I sat at the bus stop, wearing a hooded parachute jacket not getting soaked before the first lesson started.
At once the people sitting in the chair stood up, almost simultaneously. I just turned my head towards the dazzling light that came slowly. The bus I was waiting for finally arrived, rather than scrambling in with other passengers I chose to let them in first. The bus door fizzed as soon as I boarded it, there were no empty seats I could sit on. I'm so used to this.
Before long the bus drove until it finally stopped at the next stop. My body shakes, therefore, I hold tightly the handle hanging above the passenger seat. I can feel my breakfast porridge this morning churning in my stomach looking for a way out. This is bad, not willing to taste if you have to lose the best food after a long time like this. I held myself to my best so as not to lose that precious dish.
“Pagi.”
That's when the soft voice greeted me. The tone was fresh, very out of line with the somber background of the city that morning.
“Where are you better?”
I turned towards the voice, knowing that Weena Shurelion was beside me.
“It seems not yet yes.”, he answered his own question.
Looks like my face this morning quite explains my situation. Even so I forced a little smile to comfort her.
Furthermore, during the trip on the bus I was lectured all-out about the importance of maintaining health, especially in the rainy season like this.
“You know living alone should take care of yourself. Good thing it's me, how about.”
All right, at this point I'm starting to feel bad.
He continued to nag until the next three stops. It only came to a halt when we had to get off the bus, and the conversation was silent. I think he's calmer now, maybe it's time I say something.
“Soal yesterday. thank’s yes. Later I'll have lunch.”
“Yes, ga nothing kok”
And back to silence.
I turned my mind elsewhere, looking at the other students who were also walking to school, those who clustered and occasionally laughed. And the rain, I could feel the drops on my face.
A drop, two drops, and mercilessly the rain fell down with a rush. The students started running to school. Free, I thought. With the intensity of rain like this, as fast as you run you will still be soaked. Plus, running in the rain will actually make you two times wetter. The hood of my parachute jacket was already attached, from her bag Weena also took out her umbrella.
I felt the urge to look up at the sky. Letting the rain wash my face, remembering that was what the woman did. What was he thinking at the time? Alone in the middle of the quiet garden, looking at the sky with that blank look.
“Which eyes look sad..”, murmured.
Weena who was a little far ahead of me came back to pick me up. I went back to the real world, found myself shaded by an umbrella, offered to take cover under it. I didn't reject it, or rather couldn't resist it.
The school gate was already visible, we were walking under the same umbrella. I was engrossed with millions of questions in my mind and he who, inexplicably, bowed his face earlier. The other students were busy drying their clothes in front of the entrance, I casually opened my parachute jacket and carried it along the school hallway. Weena and I did not exchange a word for the rest of our journey.
Only those eyes started to bother me, those sad looking eyes.
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“This person wants to leave money for information. Come to think of it again instead of better to hire informants only yes.”
And I realized one strange thing from my sentence just now.
“Informan.. does such a job really exist?”
I lay on my back looking blankly at the white ceiling. This room is definitely not a classroom, and I am not studying in this room either. The smartphone that was in my hand shook again.
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+xx 899 6130 435 : Today I did not see Juno Welkin, is he absent?
“Present captain..” That sentence is spoken only in my mind.
+xx 856 4532 239 : Last morning I saw him coming to school..
+xx 899 6130 435 : Someone told Juno to come to the school match later. The teacher needs him to be the referee of the match afterwards.
+xx 856 4532 239 : Referee? I thought he was going to play.. Juno's..
“I'm why? Please continue your sentence, my good classmate”
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+xx 856 4532 239 : once had to enter the field even as a referee, he really did. As if we knew he wouldn't be so biased.
“Actually I'm not interested in whatever the outcome of the match is. Whoever wins or loses is the same for me.”
Weena Shurelion: Today Juno missed the afternoon lesson hours, she is in the UKS space captain
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Weena Shurelion: WHO'S HER BOYFRIEND HUH!?
“DIA IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!” this time unconsciously the sentence came out of my mouth.
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Weena Shurelion: And again, can you meet later? This will be another lesson hour, the teacher explained ahead.
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Weena Shurelion: yes but it's not polite, there are teachers who again berangin in front of the class, the students are even fun chatting in the group. And again there is a rule also can not open the smartphone during class hours..
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“Well I agree with whoever you are, my classmates. Weena will forever be our fine class president.”
“Hihi.”
The voice of a laughing girl sounded not far from where I was lying. Surprised, I looked for the source of the voice that turned out to be right next to me, sitting on a white mattress similar to the one I was sleeping on earlier. His face was red, his gesture stating he had been there since, desperately holding back the laughter I finally heard as well.
“AHAHAHAHAAAA!!”
Her laughter exploded seeing me realize her whereabouts. I don't know her, but from her uniform I know she's a student at this school.
“Halo?” many do not understand
“You're funny! Chat it, you should type trus send.” He answered while continuing to laugh.
It took me a long time to realize what he meant. But I finally understood. It was only fitting that he laughed, since he had seen a man talking to his smartphone without a single character being sent and none of his interlocutors had heard him.
“I'm Alice Eris!” He said lightly and cheerfully as he stuck out his hand hoping to shake my hand.
What a brilliant first impression. Maybe this girl will write like this on her social page, “..Today I met a strange guy who talks to himself in the UKS, his name is Juno, Juno Welkins.”
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