Canvas Aksara
SCUTUMS

CANVAS 07

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Whatever it is about you, then I'll be selfish.

Alena should not take that sentence lightly, the sentence Panji threw at her the other day. In accordance with how deep the Panji sounds that day, the meaning of the sentence turned out to also seep deep into the heart of the man. The banner stuck the eight-word sentence he said in his space. Strong patriarch in the recesses of his soul. Whatever, about Alena, and Panji will be selfish.

This afternoon, ZHS was again shocked by the news about Alena. The hottest gossip where other characters appear between the story of Alena and Regan. The character who is eagerly awaited his arrival, adds spice rubbing to improve the way go ingredients.

The Yudha Aksara Panji. The figure that had become the number one trending topic at school because of his interaction with Alena which was found several months ago. The figure that became a topic in the Editorial with the title 'WAKIL STUDENT COUNCIL & MYSTERIOUS FIGURE, SPRING ROUND 2'.

After the exculpation hour, upon entering the free hour, Panji approached Alena in the locker and pulled her away. A preconception enhancer for the lambe, Alena did not refuse at all. And Regan who was inviting Alena to chat also could not prevent the unexpected arrival of Panji.

The Editorial Team again horrendous stall go-material with capital letter headlines without exception.

'CHAIR VS. MYSTERIOUS FIGURE, UNEXPECTED COMPETITION THIS SEASON!!!!!'

Of the many pentung signs used is enough to imply how passionate the Author of the Article. The news tops the search field on the ZHS web, read more than a thousand times a minute, shared hundreds of thousands of times and millions of responses.

Turning from the excitement of the world of pergosipan, the edge of the ZHS ornamental fish pond looks cool and calm. Two subjects were standing opposite there. Befriended as the wind, the light gurgling of the water flow into the pond, the low boisterous chirping of birds and the faint sounds of commotion activity from the students inside the school building.

"So...?" Alena questions Panji's actions, which certainly violate the rules of their relationship. This is the second time. The first is when the insight study and make the Editorial team get published material. The second is now. And Alena believes the members of the Editorial Team have acted quickly and rumors about her are spreading at this time.

From the tail of her eyes Panji can see Regan's silhouette at the other end, watching herself and Alena. The banner stepped closer forcing Alena to retreat. Until he is sure Regan will not be able to find them again because it is blocked by the trunk of a decades-old Linden tree with a super large diameter.

Alena looked up at Panji within a few centimeters. He dived into a pair of dark blue netra in front of him. However, only the void he caught there. The further Alena tried to understand the highlight of the eye, it made her more immersed in it, without getting anything.

"Panji..," Alena hung up her words, paused for what, "let's end it." Her eyes pricked as the words ended, her smile expanding to form a beautiful knot at the corner of the lips.

"Hm." Just a short deheman and I don't know what it means. The banner did not respond any more. Only his eyes were shining ever more sharply as well as a cold look that he had never shown. The almost equivalent height makes Panji easy to look at every curve of Alena's face, reading what is implied there. The girl's manner was clearly defiant, she challenged how powerful the selfishness Panji had meant.

"Alena, you know, the human heart and feelings are the most terrible of the most terrible, the scariest of the scariest and also...."

The pennant picked up a pinch of Alena's brown mane, looking down he whispered right beside the girl's ear. And the whir of the wind carried the next sentence flying, tinkering in the air and then conveying it to every destination subject.

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As someone who is the object of the warmest conversation in the entire school, Panji looks so relaxed down the corridor that can not be said to be quiet. Because now the hours of rest are ongoing, as a pause before the study of insight resumed until the hours of going home later.

Because the ears are still functioning clearly make Panji can hear the gossipers whispering as he walks past them. However, the so-called Banner of the Yudha Script is unlikely to care about such a thing. The banner with a calm ripple without a smile on its distinctive face, turned at the end of the corridor away from the crowd. He entered a locker area that could be said to be very quiet. Most students choose to spend time off in the cafeteria and elsewhere. No one visits the locker section at this time unless there is a very important thing that requires them to go to the area.

Perhaps the locker area will be a place that records many events in this story. Because it feels like there are a lot of scenes happening here. And now there are more and more pieces of the story recorded by this place.

When the new Panji entered the area, it looked Regan who was sitting quietly on a long bench in the corner of the room. The man focused on the booklet in his hand, looking seriously deep word for word.

Panji thinks this will be easy, Regan is busy with her activities and Panji is also with his own goals. There is no need for interaction like some time ago that has happened between them. Honestly, Panji is reluctant to deal with people like Regan. His reason? Maybe it will break soon.

"Scutum, one of Acrhoma's books that raises quite an interesting theme."

The pennant closed his locker after getting what he wanted. It was a 500-page book with a dark-colored cover and an image of a steel shield to decorate its front. From the row of letters on the cover of the book it is clear that the book was commented by Regan a few moments ago.

Staring for a moment at the book in his hand, Panji then turned to look at Regan. The man was no longer focused on reading in his hand but was staring at the Panji. I don't know what each of them considered until it ended up two people sitting in a long chair in the corner of the room with Acrhoma book as the subject.

"She said, Scutum is a shield raised into one of the constellations in the sky. However, Acrhoma used it not to develop war-themed stories, legends or the like. In five hundred pages, on each sheet, he discusses the most basic things in human life."

Panji solemnly read word for word in a book written by the Mother, Acrhoma. He was very focused, either on the contents of the reading that he had repeatedly finished or on the language Regan spoke.

Regan looked forward. It was as if this moment of word after word in Acrhoma's book was dancing so nicely in his mind. There was a long pause before he finally returned to voice because there was no response from the figure next to him.

"Like Scutum, humans are like shields Acrhoma said. He analogizes man as a shield that continues to push forward in war. A man who relentlessly pursues the future and leaves behind the past. Like a shield that skirted the opponent's area and left the area behind."

The low noise of the students crowding the corridor filled the eternal pause that Regan had created. He turned to Panji who was either completely focused or just pretending to be serious with the book he was holding.

"Humans are always focused on the front. However, it would not also be a loophole for those behind to catch him. Most people worry too much about the abstract form of time in front of them until the pieces of the past easily take over control of their taste. Too afraid to see the future, people choose to look back."

Panji closed the book. Where this conversation will flow is clear from the beginning Regan commented on one of the books by Acrhoma. However, what seems transparent to Panji is where all this will lead to later.

"Acrhoma also wrote a simple theory in his book. It's 'Front and Back'. Easy, in every individual will be faced with what is in front of them and turn their back on what is behind them. People will be very focused on what they see. They are indifferent to what is invisible. Simply put, when a person stands between two other people, the, he could prevent the person in front of him from approaching while the figure at the back that was unreachable by his eyes could easily break the distance without any meaningful hitch."

A bit of Panji could see how this one-sided talk would end. He focused both elbows on each knee with a book back he opened his pages randomly. There Panji found a black page without writing, and the white strokes formed a simple illustration that clarified the meaning of the word Regan uttered. In the courtyard a knight brandished a sword at the figure in front of him while behind him another figure held him so tightly and affectionately.

"While you're still trying to step up to erode the distance between you and Alena, there's no harm, right, if I hold it first?"

Somehow it ended there, but Panji still did not comment. He looked back at Regan who was now busy humming to write something in a book with a pen that was originally stored in his uniform pocket. The smile knotted at the corner of the man's lips was meaningless as his eyes emitted a sharp glare full of burning ambition. That made Panji reluctant to deal with this person, a person full of falsehood and mystery. The one who wears the mask, who limits himself to a giant fortress. A person like that is the saddest person.

Panji's memory drifted over a year ago. On the roof of the Astronomy building. The second place that records a lot of the pieces in this story.

At that time, Panji wanted to move the beauty of twilight into his sketchbook. He chose the roof of the Astronomy building that allows him to be able to watch the sunset freely. However, at the entrance Panji steps came to a halt. He set foot further and chose to close the door again.

The banner closed the door again along with the sound of the seat dings from the direction of the roof. Staring at the sketchbook in his hand Panji then leaned his back against the wall beside the door. In that position he began to move his pencil over the sketchbook.

In his shahdnya Panji form strokes after strokes in his sketchbook, sounding sobs full of anger. Swearing and roars of grief. All came from someone who was the cause of Panji undo his intention to paint twilight and end up scratching abstract lines without meaning.

The pennant stopped scratching his pencil. He was silent for a moment and then breathed a heavy sigh. He was deadlocked and the painting was just an irregularly matted coil. Then remembered the figure he saw earlier, which was the reason he ended up standing here, Panji looked blankly forward. And he got that question too.

'Is life fair?'

Switching in the present. Regan, who pits, doubts the universe, questions the justice of destiny in her life. Then the angel-like Regan spread a smile and her million positive auras. For Panji the two make no difference. No matter how Regan looks, however Regan behaves, he is nothing but a pathetic human child. The weak figure was scarred, which could not even twitch when the universe had set the absolute path of his life.

The long bell ends the meeting of Regan and Panji. With the Panji silent the entire time that had been missed, Regan did not mind at all. Regan leaves without another word, heading for the study she originally followed. While Panji instead let his points decrease by staying seated there, rereading Acrhoma's book until the long bell re-echoed to end all ZHS activities today.

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Alena holds rainwater pouring from the roof with her palm. The clear liquid from the cold sky slipped soaked the girl's finger. He was enjoying the rain in this gloomy twilight from the window of his room which was on the ground floor.

Alena doesn't like the rain. But he always enjoyed the rhythm of the water whirring from space. Alena also does not like the smell of petricor that comes out after the rain subsides. But he was always transfixed when the smell poured out in the air in the drops of one or two remaining water.

Speaking of the rain, Alena once had sweet memories with her. Because those memories upset Alena every time it rains down the earth. Because, when it happened thousands of portraits of memories back out scattered. It was as real in his mind as it is now.

Alena propped her head up on the window sill. His eyes glanced at the mini cactus in a small pot beside him. The tip of his finger touched the thorns of the plant and slowly the corner of his lips rose up and distorted a smile. Well, memories are made to be remembered, right?

Let Alena tell you, this is about her, and someone in the same world.

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Alena Ghailin Tanuwarman's. The last name that he was born with became a heavy burden that befell his back throughout the life he lived. He is required to be perfect in all things, unblemished, must be versatile. Moreover, Alena is an only child, moreover she is also the only granddaughter for her father's family, the Tanuwarman family.

Alena has since lost her mother. He grew up in the doctrines of his father and grandfather, revolving only on the axis of business. The world that their family controls the most, the Tanuwarman family.

Alena lives a demanding life. From baby to toddler, toddler to child, continue to grow and continue to live with the rules and norms that he must apply. Sacrificing playtime, losing the family togetherness he should feel, not getting a grain of affection from the parents he expected. It is simply considered as a legacy tool.

Alena is completely fed up with all the demands of her family. Alena hates the destiny she has. Alena cursed all the destinies in the universe. Among the many choices, why should he be born into this family?

And that question brought him to a man named Regan Exander Galilei. You could say the fate of Alena and Regan was eleven twelve, almost the same but not similar. They both come from families that deify honor, families that prioritize power, families that bring perfection together.

I don't know who started it, but each of them kept approaching day by day. Like two polar opposites inching by a slowly pulling force. The closer, the closer until it almost fused tightly together. And a large chunk of rock impedes the current between them, breaking the attractive force that originally brought the two closer together. And the two poles stop at their respective points.

The obstacles that stretch their relationship, come none other than the unstable souls of their own teenage years. It's just a small matter, but it goes to a bigger thing. Offending egoism, touching on self-esteem issues, seizing emotions.

Regan was at her weakest point. Sensitivity that changes repeatedly makes any problem becomes runyam by him. Alena did the same. They were both slumped at the time, equally tired. And that's where the restrained ego needs an outlet.

Alena complains to Regan about her father demanding more and more on her lately. He was agitated because he was unable to achieve a perfect result. He was worried because he could not reach his ambition. Everything feels chaotic, all beyond belief. He is in the worst position. Fear was gnawing along, as various foreign voices peeked into his mind every night. Alena becomes difficult to sleep, she often hurts herself if she is unable to achieve the results she set. And slowly not only his family, himself also demanded perfection. It was the hardest moment of his life. Alena was at a point of exhaustion that really made her want to give up. And in the midst of that downturn, Regan breaks the invisible thread that connects them to a collection of some he said:

'Everyone has a problem. Each problem must be solved by its owner. Alena. It turns out that I can't bear your burden either....'

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At that time Alena was only focused on the word 'end' Regan blurted out. However, later he understood the meaning of the whole he said. 'Everyone has a problem.... Unable to bear....'

Regan was diagnosed with early-stage liver cancer. Besides his mother who demands a lot of her. Especially the views of those who compare themselves with his two brothers. He was truly in the horn of despair. Undergoing treatment alone, also forced to continue to meet the demands of perfection directed at him. Still trying to achieve his biggest dream, Piano.

Over the past few months, the relationship between Alena and Regan has slowly improved. Alena began to overcome her anxiety disorder, Regan gradually began to recover from the cancer she suffered. All slowly improved one after another and they again achieved the throne of perfection required for them.

Alena knitted back the thread she had left, forgetting the new thread she was supposed to finish.

The Yudha Aksara Panji.

How, yes, describe it? Alena doesn't know where to start. It seems like everything just happened. Once, twice, three wordless encounters between them and the relationship ensued.

That banner to Alena is like infinity. The banner is like an empty space that gives Alena the freedom to escape from the crowded problems that are pressing her. Because of Panji, Alena can breathe a sigh of relief. With Panji, Alena can live a normal life as she should.

The banner is like the universe. Infinity. Unexpected. Full mystery. But always accept everything as it is. Like the universe....

'Let's end....'

Someone once said that to Alena. And Alena really ended all of them. Alena also said that phrase to another person. And the other person is just getting stronger to defend everything.

The Yudha Aksara Panji.

Alena closed her eyes slowly inhaling the scent that the rain created. The sound of Panji in the breeze under the Linden tree again buzzed.

"Alena, you know, the human heart and feelings are the most terrible of the most terrible, the scariest of the scariest and also...."

Alena brushed as if she could feel the warm roar of Panji's breath and the gentle whisper of the man in her ear. Ah, how, huh? It seemed like the stone mortals had managed to chain Alena with their selfishness. Alena became curious about the tomorrow that awaits her, very curious. How strong the meaning of the word that flows between the wind that afternoon....

'... the most profoundly penetrates the limits of human logic....'

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Within the scope of ZHS there is one old building that is located separately from other buildings. The place is in the east, in an empty area that is empty of visitors. Of course, who would want to stop by that boring area?

Ah, if anyone asks so eagerly Regan answers out loud. However, unfortunately he could not announce about the boring people who visit boring places every day. Do not say out loud, whispering even the wind she will not. Closer than when he clenched his mouth, Regan had guarded this secret carefully. The secret of a boring man in a forgotten area under the auspices of ZHS, Regan Exander Galilei.

From the balcony of the 2nd floor of the building, Regan stared at the expanse of empty land overgrown with green grass below. The dry wind is exacerbating the hot weather this afternoon. He closed his eyes, as a faint harmonization of the tones he so liked flowed in the air. In her eyes Regan seemed to be able to imagine the melodies that danced mingled flying around like the wind. How wonderful it would be if it looked real.

Once again Regan looked at the grass under there. A thin smile appeared on the corner of the lips until then he decided to move down the corridor. Just at the end of the corridor as he was going down the stairs, the door from the nearest room opened revealing a bespectacled figure from inside.

"Xander.." -...."

Regan urgently stepped up and turned around with a smile on her face. A different smile, one full of sincerity without the slightest implied falsehood. Because really, just here, there's nothing he needs to cover up.

"Congratulations on the audition."

Regan had not had time to answer another figure coming from inside with various expressions and congratulate. Some exclaimed frenziedly, revealing only a smile, or who was just silent but quite read what he said through the blink of an eye. However they show their joy at the victory Regan achieved over one of the piano contests she participated in, Regan responds with a big smile until her eyes narrow, a smile that radiates to her eyes. The most honest expression, which Regan shows to people who are also honest. There are no lies. There's no falsehood. Because if you haul it, Regan won't cover anything.

The piano. Her biggest dream and her life.

There were about 7 people as well as Regan herself in this circle. A society bound by the same hobby, but later developed into a visible family bond. Regan forms a group with 6 other people who also judge the piano like her. With the support of one of the teachers, they eventually formed the group. Groups consisting of various characters, which come from different circles, they seem to be one by the strains of the melody of each key that lines up on a musical instrument called piano. No one knows but them, for this is a secret to be kept. It was not that there was a written agreement and so on, but each of them automatically felt they had to cover this from outsiders. Automatically their brains work with the 'Hide valuable things to protect it' mindset'.

Sometimes it feels strange and tickle Regan feeling, with bloodless people, who only hold on to the similarity of hobbies, why can tie it up so hard? For Regan this place is a real home, which seems to always call him to come, always ready to welcome him home.

"Hmm?? Oohh.so here."

Regan had just passed the last rung of stairs after leaving a furor behind her. Not yet he climbed on the ground floor, the voice disturbed his daydream until his steps also stopped. He turned to the right side as his eyes sharpened, his smile fading away changing a stifled growl.

A man named Siena Arcaya Yusra was leaning against the wall with his hands crossed in front of his chest. The girl nodded her head up and down as if she had just understood something.

"Exander is different...!"

Regardless of Siena's air-conditioning, or the girl's calm look, Regan is more curious about the driving factors that make Siena get to this place.

"No wonder, anyway. Miss Denada is a unique teacher, it is natural that the existence of your circle is real."

This fellow.... Regan snarled in the heart. Siena knows everything. Moreover, the girl no longer showed a line of smiles, just a flat look with a pair of sharp-edged eyes. Oh, Regan thought Siena would never unmask the falsehood behind her beautiful smile all along. How does Regan know?  Its simple. Isn't it easy to recognize people who are on a path with us? In reality Regan, as well as Siena, they are like the same soul in different bodies. Two people who both wear masks of hospitality behind the ice they keep.

"Aaron, the main heir, ah no, the head of the De Fornax family. Then Aeera, the successor of the Galilean Empire," went nowhere in the direction of the conversation that Siena spoke, she remained silent for a while with glaring eyes. Finding Regan not interested in responding, she returned to voice. "With two monster brothers like that, it could be that his sister is trapped in hiding in the forgotten old building, ck, ck."

"Exander is different...." Siena repeated the word she said a moment ago. He thought Regan would remain idle standing on the last rung of stairs like that. However, who would have thought that the man who was looking blankly at the long corridor in front of him was carving a smile at the corner of his lips. And the word that Regan said made Siena laugh and believe more...

"Yes, it's different."

... it turned out completely different.

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"Alena," Panji grabbed the hand of Alena who was walking in front of him into the grasp. He aligned his steps with the girl then slightly looked down at her face from the side, "Omelet."

That one word made Alena frown, she turned to the side at Panji who was still looking at her seriously as if Alena was a collection of chemical problems that had to be solved immediately.

"Omelette?"

"You're like an omelette."

"meaning?"

Panji did not answer and shifted focus forward. Alena's expression was mixed. What compassion? At least do not talk if it only makes people curious without clarity like this. Think Alena. But he did not want to prolong the problem and chose to shift his focus away from Panji's face. From the front Alena saw Regan walking with a smile. Regan who was like an angel, seemed to emit a light that made it easily visible among the crowd of people who crowded the corridor in this hour of rest.

When Alena's distance from Regan is only a few steps away. When Alena finds Regan's eyes locked on her. As she watched Regan open her mouth to greet her. Alena's ears caught the slow muttering of the person walking by holding her hand beside herself. An indistinct and slow mutter, as if uttered without interest, strangely sounded clearly in Alena's ears.

"I like omelets."

And the commotion around yawned just like that. The greeting along with Regan's shining figure faded away so easily. In an instant after those three words he caught, for some reason Alena felt her heart troubled. Instead of pumping blood throughout the body, Alena's heart seemed to focus on displacing all the blood to one target, namely her face.

Heat.

"Library seems cool," said Alena while pulling the Panji she thought was going slow. Unknowingly, with the views of the people around and boisterous low gossip of himself that is circulating. Plus a hard-to-understand look from someone he accidentally ignored.

The Yudha Aksara Panji. A Banner of Yudha Aksara. Alena shouldn't have put any hope in that man. So that he does not need to be agitated full of indeterminate questions like today. Even his favorite ongoing chemistry lesson could not take his focus away from the man, the Yudha Aksara Panji.

Damnit damnit!

Alena placed the pen she held back onto the table. It produces a striking sound among the silence that fills the class. The Chemistry teacher who was examining the teaching materials and the rest of the class was made to turn his head because of the small noise. Which Alena responded with a small deheman until later she asked permission to leave the class. It was the first time an Alena did that.

ZHS is too submit all decisions to its students, one of which is yes. Anyone is free to leave class if they do not want to learn. The basic concept, students who want to learn if they remain in class will only waste time because their own minds do not focus on the lesson, it is better to go out and also comfort other students who remain in class. Because according to research, the fewer people we will focus, the more, but if many people even though they are just silent even though it can still divide the focus which could be accidentally our eyes catch the figure of one person, then refocus, then refocus, between that our focus has been divided between the new object seen with the lesson in front of the class.

Back to Alena again. He decided to drop out of class but also had no purpose when outside. His legs felt hard to control, seriously he was eager to break down the door of Panji class at this time. That banner....

Damnit damnit! Alena's upset. He hated this feeling of dependence. The feeling he has to finish. And that will only be realized by meeting the Panji. I don't know how exactly, but Alena likes Panji's presence these days, the man's presence nearby at certain hours of school time, and the, the sudden presence of the man at certain moments in front of many people (during which they always meet in a place no one will see), the presence of the man who managed to tear apart the material world. The banner always appears like a wave, comes and goes and then comes back in time that Alena feels very fitting. Lekaki knows the timing. But three days later Panji did not come to him again, the waves seemed to recede too far until it took a long time to tide back. And Alena hates having to wait for that 'long time.

"Dina...!"

Alena's hand was pulled from behind making her turn quickly even earlier than the figure that pulled her flipped herself. But then he was made to cluck annoyed when he did not find the figure he expected. Not Panji, but Regan who looks breathless after running. It seemed like he called Alena and Alena did not respond so she ran over to catch up with him. Actually Alena heard but she pretended not to hear.

"Why did you leave class?"

"Why did you get out?"

"I'm Alena first."

"And I need an answer first, Regan." Alena emphasized on Regan's name in line with her lazy-looking eyes. Alena is lazy to meet Regan. In the classroom, in the corridors, in the fields, in the canteen, the library, the lockers, this building, this place, this place, that place, here, that place, everywhere it feels like Regan is always. Alena is tired of seeing him, she is bored with Regan who always has a way to get his attention. Bored, but also it's hard not to care, really confusing.

"You going to the park?" Regan offered, frowning slightly as the sweat on her forehead slid to the end of her eyes and seeped into her petals. Bemoan.

Alena pulls Regan's tie, wiping the tip on the man's sweat. Regan is sweating, even he is made sultry. Alena always could not bear to see people sweating especially until a sweat bath. He himself is always ready to pocket tissue to eliminate even a drop of sweat on his body. But... a week ago Panji ran around in sports hours until his body was full of sweat, hair and also his clothes until moist. After that without cleaning himself Panji met Alena in the garden and hugged her. And Alena didn't protest.

He's perfumed.

Alena frowned as she recalled the man again. His head nodded at Regan's invitation. Alena's footsteps immediately led her body towards Panji class as the clock-turned-bell rang. He left Regan staring at his back full of questions.

"An appointment exists?" Alena asked without further ado to one of the Zero class kids who came out the classroom door. Alena took a quick look at her name tag, 'Yudhistira Cakra Warman'.

"No."

Oh. Alena just found out that there are more efficient humans talking in Zero class besides Panji. Just set her call Cakra, the man left without waiting for Alena to continue questioning. Inevitably Alena looked up into the classroom. Like rumors, Zero class was indeed 'different'. The inhabitants of this class are not entirely human talkers or people who are calm. But Alena agrees a thousand percent that they all have above-average levels of indifference. It is evident from everyone who is cool in his own role in the class, and also no one who disturbs the existence of Alena in the class.

Alena approached the table closest to the door. A male-class is indeed mostly male, out of 20 there are only 5 more female men. From his name tag, Gani Mahendra, maybe he can be called Gani? Whatever, Alena did not have to say her name.

"Whither banner?"

Gani who had just daydreamed while propping up her chin, looked up at Alena. He pricked a few times and then replied, "Oh," and then he went back to his daydream. A woman known as Jingga who was sitting next to Gani's table grumbled about the game she was playing. Gani turned his head, without talking touching the girl's phone screen, then long orange 'o' without a sound and Gani again daydreaming again.

Alena asked further. He decided to leave, slightly smiling amusedly as he looked at the level of another Zero class disciple who he thought was absurd. Not weird, but they're unique. Quirky student. As soon as the headmaster nicknamed the occupants of the Zero class. The only language class with the number 00 among the entire class. Because the class win was only formed last year and this year no new students fill the Zero class criteria for the principal. How the criteria themselves no one knows. Only the principal himself knows. Zero class is now the only one who chooses all. A group of students he thinks are 'unique'.

"Oh.... Siena!"

Siena who passed by Alena nodded in surprise because Alena called her over excited.

"Y-yes? Wh why? What was? Uh, who are you? Oh my, where is this??!"

"-_-" Alena regretted calling her. But, according to his observations since Panji often came to him, Siena was the only person who was seen often with Panji at school. He had asked, but Panji answered the same 'Yaya', he said. 'Yaya' is definitely a special call, because Alena often heard people calling Siena 'Nana' instead of 'Yaya'. Well, Alena's getting more upset right now.

"Ih, even the kicep. What's Deputy Ma'am?" Siena asked, she was indeed a friendly person, also chatty. Alena who is not too familiar to know it, let alone others who are close to the girl, must have memorized the total with her attitude.

"Look... Where's pennant?" Alena asked hesitantly, also slightly cursing herself why did she even ask Siena? Alena became even more upset when she remembered there was nothing else she knew about Panji other than her full name and class. Mobile phone numbers, social media, home addresses and others that a boyfriend should know he does not know at all. Salah Panji also did not tell, defend part of his heart. But, right Alena never asked, Panji will not talk if not asked, said some other hearts. Already can still ask later, other conscience that acts as a mediator.

"I don't know," Siena shook her head but then nodded. Just confuse. "He's not at school, it's been three days now. On the phone he said sleepy, that's all. Want to check into the house, but forgetfulness continues," he added and grinned at the end of the sentence.

There are some things that Alena highlights in the row of Siena sentences. First the word 'phone', it turns out they are that close, he thought. Second, in the word 'drowsiness', Panji reason is as absurd as the behavior of a group of other Zero class children, it is appropriate if Panji is classified as the quirky student by the principal. Oh, yes, little information is forgotten, the Zero class is managed directly by the principal, said another ZHS principal who teaches in the field of Philosophy Science was the homeroom teacher of the Zero class. Ah, then the third one, on the piece of the sentence "check home". So, Siena knows the address of Panji?

"Can I have the address?" Pinta Alena. And unexpectedly Siena agreed easily.

"Please askin Aksa, need coffee how many kilos to drowsiness it is that."