Since The Fall Of Maglindo
Chapter 01: The Purpose of Life
Today, in the morning at about 5 o'clock, I sat on the couch I used to sleep on last night.
Unlike superheroes and revolutionaries who valiantly resist evil, remembering that terrible event alone is enough to give me goosebumps. After all, now no plan had appeared in my head. Overcoming it with science is the only way, if the use of violence will of course be futile, because the body is even impossible to move.
Getting up from position, I walked towards the balcony that led to the backyard of the house. At that time, the cool air immediately hit my dry skin, but it was not a drawback. Unlike the ice in Antarctica, when sleeping at times like this, everyone will wake up during the day. Someone who also has a sleep disorder, can easily fall asleep for a reason that is clear, soothing atmosphere.
My favorite part of being on the balcony is the view. The greenery stretches from all angles of vision, plus the structure of my house that is made modern following the times.
For a time, I was made to stay in the same place. However, if this continues, I can get swept up in it so as to forget the important things that should be prioritized. Unfortunately, I deliberately walked very slowly, leaving the balcony felt like an impossible situation.
As the time of laziness passed, I finally arrived in my own room. It was located on the 2nd floor along with my sister Yuna's room, but it wasn't clinging. Now that she was on vacation, my mother was the same, leaving me alone without any friends to talk to. In addition, they rarely call me by message or phone, even though I don't think too much about it. After all, we have previously agreed on this because there is a clear cause that should not be ignored, namely schools. In other words, now is my first day of starting my studies as a first-year student at one of the High Schools. For that, I rushed to take a shower after confirming the clock on the phone lying on the bed.
While letting the water from the shower pour through the top of my head, I washed my entire body from end to end. Given this morning, it was obviously cold not to play, but it was more to refreshing. Every now and then I change my hairstyle backwards, there is no particular goal but maybe just a habit.
Out of the bathroom, not a single cloth covered my body. Not a pervert thing, but the bathroom itself is made specifically in each room. So after drying the remaining water using a towel, usually I immediately put on clothes or take it first through the closet.
Like now, I prefer to change clothes. Although each garment has now been made by a special material mixed with a certain liquid so that it will remain usable for more than a whole month, adjusting the appearance to the ambient conditions is the best option. Based on the summer and also the first day at the new school, then wearing clothes that are not too dark might be good.
Since a few years ago, I, quite enjoyed the school days. There are some leeway for students, one of the rules that the Government set is to remove the ban or free the students in developing their appearance, in other words no longer required to wear uniforms to school.
Of course that's why, I'm wearing everyday clothes now. With great determination, I walked back through the door. Strolling down the stairs, I stopped the footsteps on the borders, while time gazing around without any clear purpose. After making sure there was nothing to think about anymore, I chose to get out of the house quickly.
Outside the door I did a little stretching. It was part of my habit before going to school, because instead of riding in a car, I used a bike. The distance from my house to school is not too far, it may take a dozen minutes if you pedal it normally.
Through a straight road that is connected to the highway, wherever the direction is certain everyone will pass through it. From the starting point, until passing through several houses, there is a house in front of which there is a large black gate that is always closed. It was my girlfriend's house, more precisely her former friend, her name was April. For some reason, now we pretend not to know each other.
Speaking of April, not far after passing through his house I again saw the scenery that is often seen in the morning before reaching school.
Long lemon-yellow hair strung out.
It belongs to April, and right now she's pretty close to me. As much as possible I pedal the bike slowly behind it.
Meeting April is not a miracle, but a problem in itself. His character who since childhood has been fierce, likes to hit, and never wants to give up, making him shunned by almost everyone. Even so, these things cannot cover the fact that she is a beautiful woman, for this fact I myself can guarantee it because we used to know each other well.
Sweep it like “Yo!” it's something I routinely do. But for now I prefer to ignore it by just passing by.
As usual after passing through it, April glanced at me with a serious face. It was normal for her, from someone else's point of view April would definitely look like a cold fierce woman. He is also quiet, but never try to offend him, if that happens then it will all be over.
Like before, as I remember back in Elementary School, there were a bunch of boys that bothered him, they ended up dying, mentally. The next day their parents are angry at the school, requesting that April be expelled for some obvious charges. The school called his parents, who came instead someone who had a high position in almost every field, a famous economist and politician, it was his own mother.
The ending that everyone had never expected, I knew it early. A little laugh because of that, especially when looking at the faces of the victim's parents who report after the two sides meet in person.
Even so, April's parents were someone who was really busy, being in her house was already like a miracle. My mom and April's mom, they've known each other for a long time. Sometimes I stop by the house, I peek at their conversations and see and listen to many things that are impossible to know by the public even journalists.