Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
37. Day-2

MORNings that start with a shower and yoga in a short time. Then, try to open the contents of a diary that reads a lot of my daily outpouring such as the pleasure of being nurtured with Kai and River, like, unfortunate luck at school and other things I don't want to tell you because it's quite embarrassing. Actually, ever since I graduated High School, I've never done this ridiculous thing. But, I tried to return the activity by filling out the thing that wrote about the tense parallel world. Intriguing how the horror of dying was picked up, my encounter with Zack and especially the amnesia that added to my tension at the time. It was an amazing experience and impossible to forget.

After completing the writing ritual, I went to breakfast with a serving of red beans and toast containing slices of meat as well as eggs of beef eyes. Just for info, I forgot to drink until leaving for campus. Just a normal day and I do it often.

The early morning schedule will be held by the main class with a fairly fierce lecturer, but I should not discuss this. Different from before, I'm not as good as River and Kai. They were different semesters from me, even though we were the same age. I mean just Kai and me, and River is older than us.

I don't know why I remember our High School. Kai attended an international school, Me and River, at a state school where there were so many badung children. Although the two schools are different levels, but each has similarities in many cases. Never mind, useless talk.

Next, in the middle of the break to wait for the class to change, I saw a gate guard strolling through the corridor of the first building of the campus. I did not focus on talking about the security guard, but the person next to him who was looking around. Zack, it's really him.

I quickly walked towards them and waved my hand. "Zack, I'm here!"

Zack returned my wave with a hand holding the camera and photographed me without permission. After that, he allowed the security guard next to him to be able to return to the post.

"The painting club room is upstairs, come on." After telling the location of our destination, I pulled Zack's hand to hurry in walking because I would be entering the classroom soon.

We entered a large room at the same time containing various displays of paintings of all kinds. Then, some residents who were doing various activities began to greet me kindly. This place is quite messy, I don't need to describe it because it's quite embarrassing for me as a member here.

"Look, the realistic painting is right there." I pointed towards the human painting with a large brown stain decoration. "It's my thing."

Zack approached the painting and looked at it for a few seconds before commenting, "This is a coffee stain?"

My reflex featured a row of white teeth and a small chuckle. What he said is true. By the time I painted the picture to completion, my feet accidentally nudged the easel or canvas clipboard until my work fell. Unfortunately, there is coffee on the nightstand that is the victim of an overwrite. At least the dirty palette I still hold so as not to add color damage to my painting.

"But I think it's good, it could be like a dark glow effect" I said, glancing to the left. "Let's just say the stain is part of his art."

Zack kind of put on a slightly surprised face in reacting to my words. There seems to be nothing wrong with what I said.

"What's wrong? You're ugly, aren't you?" I asked because I did not understand the expression he gave.

"I don't think so" Zack said, turning his face away. "Just feel weird."

My image feels strange to him. No wonder, because which painter displayed a failed masterpiece like me?

"You try to think of something dirty as beauty." Zack looked back at my painting and began to speak softly. "And still dare to be proud of him."

Immediately I fell silent because I did not understand the poetic phrase. The sentence seemed to imply a certain meaning, but I could neither understand nor describe it.

"Have it, don't focus on painting that shattered the concept. There's still others!" I pointed to all the paintings I made. "That, that and that. All realistic models. In this club, only I can paint like that."

"Cool." Zack praised me and looked back at me. "I can also paint with such a model."

My reflexes gasped. "really? Where's your painting? I want to see!"

"I painted in just one short time and on an empty wall. Not using a canvas like you," he replied, giving a thin and stiff smile.

Is he a prankster who likes to doodle public facilities? I suppose. But, I don't need to care.

"In that case, why not try it on canvas now?" my question was to take the ballet from the closest people and thrust it into Zack. "Paint it, I want to see it."

Without rejecting my request, Zack immediately picked up the ballet and sat in front of the blank canvas. Instead of using a brush or pencil to sketch, he uses his index finger.

"Here, brush. Sorry, I forgot to give it." I handed Zack a box of brushes, but he shook his head at the sign.

"I can't use a brush," he said awkwardly. "Give me one palette knife."

Quietly, that's all I do. Actually it is not strange when painting just using a palette knife. But, how can he draw on the wall if he can't use a brush?

"It has. Look, Ashley."

In such a short time, I did not expect that he could finish his painting. After I noticed, he drew by making me the object of his painting simply. Only a black sketch depicting the face to the shoulders.

"Don't you want to color?" my many. Although it is good even though it is just a sketch, but I am not satisfied to see the final result.

Zack shook his head. "It will take a lot of time. You can color this if you want."

Collaborating is not bad, but it must be difficult. But I can seem to try.

After spending some time browsing through the entire room of this sizable painting club, the time for me to enter the classroom had arrived. Zack asked me for permission to leave campus because I had important business and I went straight back to learning.

Time was so much faster that I didn't realize it was time to go home and go to work. It makes no difference to the sequence of waking up, going to college, working, and then going back to sleep. Very solid activity.

Before heading to the cafe, I took the time to buy tacos on the side of the road to increase energy. Then, luck and misfortune came to me. When I arrived at work and was ready to welcome customers, Mr. Manager asked me to be the recipient and presenter to customers because Sherly was not present. Luckily, I've added extra power so as not to collapse when carrying heavy orders.

"Hey, Ashley." Vin called me when I came to him to ask for a customer order. "Let's not go home soon, yeah."

"Strawberry sundae one," I said without answering his words.

Vin's face turned sour in looking at me. "Serious cave."

"Make that order, Vin. Don't slur the no-no" I asked.

Vin breathed a heavy breath. "Isn't that not on the menu?"

For the first time Vin pisses me off. Before, she had never been like this to me. If it wasn't on the menu, customers might have ordered the drink.

Without a sense of sincerity, I entered the barista area and took the glass as well as all the necessary ingredients from inside the refrigerator. I never knew how to make a strawberry sundae. However, I still remember the way it was made that Vin taught me when I was still having amnesia.

Piles of ice cream, strawberries, a little syrup, whipped cream, and without sprinkling sugar in the slightest so that customers do not have diabetes. In a short time I have made it and immediately I present it to customers.

"Thank you" said the customer cheerfully. "I joked about ordering something that wasn't on the menu. But also given by this caffe. Top, five stars for this place."

My expression this time was astonished and could validate Vin's previous speech. Spontaneously I went to the barista table and took out the menu paper to check the contents.

"Entar teach you how to make strawberry sundae, who knows there will be a message and you do not need to bother to make." Vin appeared in front of me and said a sentence of request.

I shook my head slowly. "Not on the menu, why also learn how to make it?"

"Stay on the menu." Suddenly Mr. Manager appears next to Vin and talks to me. "I see yourself pleasing customers with a new menu. Don't forget to write strawberry sundae on the menu."

After saying that, Mr. Manager re-entered his private room and I couldn't believe what I was doing.

"Ciee .. sure raises," seduces Vin with a wide grin. "Then he's teaching the cave."

I blinked and looked at Vin in disbelief, "It's just like this paycheck, you're all there."

"Who knows." Vin.

I used to remember a time when not working in caffe and strawberry sundae was not available. Then, Vin also once said that I had taught him the making of this drink. Finding a little gap in the facts of this life is like swirling and dizzying.

In short, the clock came home and I didn't see any Zack coming to this place at all. Maybe he's out of money, or too busy with some work.

"Ashley, don't go home yet!" call Vin who prevents me from going any further after coming out of this caffe's little alley.

I automatically turned my head and saw Vin standing next to someone I recognized in his face. He is Zeha. I never thought I'd see him this fast. Either feel upset about having dealt with him, or sad because of remembering his dying condition at that time. The point is, I don't want to know her anymore.

"What's wrong?" I asked without even walking closer to them.

Zeha waved with a radiant face and the two of them stepped towards me.

"Don't go home too soon. Here, someone wants to see you." Vin uttered a sentence that refuted my prejudices regarding the invitation to clean the caffe before returning home.

Zeha stretched out her hand to me. "Hi, I'm Zeha."

He must have wanted to drag me into one of his organization. I won't let that happen, because I know how the end of all of us will be.

Intentionally peeled off the indifferent attitude and stepped away leaving them. But Zeha did not give up on getting acquainted with me until she dared to take my hand and hold me off.

"There's something important I want to talk about. Listen for a moment" Zeha said using a worried look.

"Let go" I ordered furiously. "I don't want to deal with people like you."

Suddenly Vin stood in front of me and blocked the road by acting like a goalkeeper. She and Zeha are the same, they really fit in as a couple.

"Maybe you can hear what Zeha wants to say, Ley." Vin persuaded me with a stiff smile.

Being forced into this, I had no choice but to reply, "Say what you want to say. Hurry."

Zeha became relieved and immediately gave the face code to Vin until the guy bailed away. The goal was only one, letting the two of us talk one eye.

"Ashley, horrify me." Zeha looked at me fixedly and took her hand off me. "Lo's in danger and will definitely need help from me."

I raised both my eyebrows. "Danger of what? Say it briefly. You're too twisted."

"Lo lives near a psychopath! Your life could be in danger," he said with a voice over.

I turned around and smiled at her side. I thought he was going to talk about Zack.

"Before you know all things, I know them first. Shut up and go," I said with a slight tone. "Never show your face or your gangmates to me again."

His friends I'm referring to are none other than my own manager, DJ. Then Crystal, Rua and especially Aya.

"What do you mean, Ashley?" Zeha began to urge me, but I didn't budge at all. "Hey."

I leisurely walked away and did not think much more about what would happen with my decision. Because I know everything and the ending that's been decided.

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