SOLAR & The Specialists
Blending

When Solar came into the classroom, Mindy was already here. He put his head on the table, probably sleeping because it came to his side. Mindy's hair was dyed twin on top of the head, similar to a round horn. As Solar sat in her chair, Mindy opened her eyes. He straightened his head. His chin trembled slightly, his eyes teary, indicating that Mindy was trying hard not to cry. He was angry at Solar and did not want to be easily crushed by his absurd explanation. Solar didn't contact him at all. Mindy was very anxious, but it seemed like Solar was not feeling worried.

Solar touches Mindy's arm, but is immediately pushed aside by her.

"You mad?" Ask Solar carefully.

"For what?" Mindy put her head on the table, this time not facing Solar.

"Because I've gone too far. I should have called you. Sorry, huh?"

Selena Mindy never once said 'thank you' or admitted her mistake by saying 'sorry'. The words just now made Mindy straighten her head again.

"Really?" A tear threatened to descend from the corner of his eye. Now Mindy doesn't need any explanation if the word 'sorry' comes out of Selena's mouth.

Solar nodded. He felt guilty for Mindy.

Mindy's starting to get so bad. "I guess. ka. you don't like me anymore! Yesterday you were still hanging out with me, then the next day you suddenly walked away from me! Huwaaa...." Mindy didn't hold back her emotions. He whines to attract the attention of his other classmates.

At the same time, Reagan came. He was glued when he saw Solar sitting in his chair in good health and intact. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Reagan pretended to ignore whatever drama was going on between Solar and Mindy. Seeing Solar back at school was enough to satisfy him.

"Already, already!" Solar patted Mindy's shoulder as it moved up and down as she pleased when Selena's best friend suddenly hugged her.

"Where did you go yesterday?"

"Out of town."

"I miss it!" Mindy said on the sidelines of her crying.

Behind Mindy's shoulder, Solar smiled. "I am too."

Before the entrance bell rang, Solar took the initiative to meet his homeroom class. On the way, he passed Christian's class which was always boisterous if there were no teachers. Someone whistled as he passed by, followed by other whistles. It happens every time he walks alone. Seeing Christian waving at him from the classroom, Solar responded with a smile. The whistling gets out of control. Christian pelts his classmates who are caught flirting with Solar with anything that can be achieved by hand. Christian seems to be a hobby of throwing. He had told Solar to quickly go with a hand signal so that he was not tempted again.

Coinciding with the entrance bell, Solar entered the teacher's room. He confronted his homeroom teacher who was preparing to teach another class. The guardian of her class who is none other than Ms. Hana, exhaled heavily upon seeing her. He gestured for Solar to enter his room.

"This morning I intend to contact your parents." Ms. Hana started.

"I'm glad that Ms. Hana hasn't done it." A faint smile appeared on Solar's face. Utilizing the quiet conditions of the teacher room, Solar instilled its influence on the homeroom. Ms. Hana looked at him with a blank look and half-open mouth. Solar made Ms. Hana replace her absence marked Alpha with a 'in' sign'. Thanks to that, Selena's name has no trace of ditching at all right now.

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A ball shot towards Mindy as the two were walking towards the canteen. They passed through the corridor adjacent to the basketball court. Solar's left hand reflexes held the ball before it could hit Mindy's face, making his friend gasp.

Christian ran towards the two of them. The first break only started a few minutes ago, but the shirt was already soaked in sweat.

"Great catch!" Christian took the ball from Solar's hand before tasting the back of his hand. Solar looked at her skin that had just come into contact with Christian's mouth.

"Christians. Sanders. You're gonna kill me, huh?!" Mindy snapped right in his face, making Christian take a step back.

"If I had the chance, I'd try. But I'm sure you'll get up again." Christian chuckles, inviting a hard blow to his shoulder. Mindy clenched her hands, content to teach the boy a lesson that made him complain of pain.

"What are your hair?" In the middle of his ringing, Christian pointed a twin cepol above Mindy's head. "You think you're five, huh?" Now he looked at Solar's hair. "What the fuck?" With a flash of motion he pulled the pencil that held Solar's hair still curled over his head. "You think you're a kung fu warrior?" Solar's hair is broken again.

"I'm trying to make her hair neat, even dibantakin!" Mindy did not accept.

Seeing the anger in Mindy's eyes, Christian immediately fled to the middle of the court where he was practicing basketball with his team. He knew Mindy wouldn't go after him to get there because it would attract a lot of attention.

"How many clothes did he bring to school?" Solar wondered as he realized Christian was always changing to a different shirt every break.

"Come believe it or not, the bag was just a shirt. His brain contains a basketball. He never brought books to school. Somehow he bribed the teachers not to drop out." Mindy shudders.

"Maybe they don't want to lose the only school idol." To prove his point, Solar pointed to a crowd of mixed-class girls gathered around the field with chins. Seeing that, Mindy clicked her tongue.

"He'll show off in a minute. Just look!" Christian proved Mindy's point by scoring after putting the ball into the ring from across the field. The audience was boisterous. Solar had seen Wenda and his friends in the front row, shouting the loudest.

"What did I say?" Grouser Mindy. They both shook their heads, before leaving the crowded field by hysterical Christian fans.

***

It's been half an hour since Solar got home. Instead of going straight into the house, he stood in the courtyard, looking at Selena's house. Plans sprung up in his head. If he wanted to disappear without suspicion, what scenario would be most likely in such a short period of time?

Solar turned his head when he heard the sound of a horn from behind. A shiny car broke into the yard and parked in the garage. Before long, an elderly couple got off the car.

"My dear!"

Solar took a few seconds to identify the two of them.

"Oh! Opa and Oma." Mumbled. He immediately approached Opa Lubis to receive a hug from the two. He could feel the top of his head being kissed by the Oma.

At the same time, Ivanka came out of the house.

"Welcome!" Wipe it with a big smile. "Now don't you call first? Tumbens."

"Do we have permission to visit our grandchildren?" The Syndir Opa Lubis. His expression turned gentle as he looked at his granddaughter. "Just got home from school, huh?"

Solar nodded.

"You don't work?" Oma handed the package of souvenirs to her daughter-in-law.

"Take time off."

Ivanka offered the driver who brought her in-laws here to rest inside the house.

Actually Ivanka already got word from Edgar that today her parents will come to the house. Edgar himself got the information from his parents' driver. He asked his wife to get ready to welcome Mr and Mrs Sahetapi at home. Ivanka spends all day cleaning and cooking. He had also prepared a guest room, just in case his in-laws wanted to stay the night. He can't wait to tell them that he and Edgar aren't getting a divorce. As a result, Ivanka and Edgar's parents no longer considered their children to be common enemies. Selena will stay with them like a whole family. Unfortunately, he had to be patient waiting for Edgar to come home. He sat in the kitchen to prepare food.

"You're getting taller, are you now?" Opa Lubis unceasingly praised Solar. She knows how Selena's grandparents love her.

But Solar is not Selena. She can't be as natural as Selena should be around her extended family. Throughout the afternoon he only answered Opa and Omanya's questions with a nod, as well as the occasional slab. Solar can sense the charisma emitted by Opa and Oma Selena. They are not just humans. Their attitude is not as subtle as other people Solar has met. He could see from Ivanka's restrained expression that Mama Selena herself also felt a bit pressured to visit like this.

"How's school?" Ask Oma.

They were gathering in the living room, watching a National Geographic channel that aired a parent giraffe giving birth to her baby.

"Good." Answer Solar accordingly.

"Have you written an essay to go to college?"

Solar shook. "It still doesn't know what to write."

"Isn't there a theme? What's the theme this year?"

Fortunately MIT and all the***** - the whining is clearly recorded in Selena's memory. Solar can remember it without difficulty.

"MIT does not require essays. They consider test scores and evaluations more. So they didn't create any themes until we wrote a long narrative of nonsense about it. They just asked us questions and made us answer. The essay Selena should write is about what department or program to take and why. Selena likes all the programs on offer."

He laughed at the long explanation. "Oh, grandson! You can choose any program you want! Spend your life learning if that's what you want."

"Your time is long, baby. Think carefully! Although your essay is not very good, Oma believes you will be accepted with your values and academic achievements all along."

"You could even write about the black hole theory you told Opa about back then!"

"That theory belongs to someone else, Opa. Stephen Hawking is called. What's the point of Selena writing someone else's theory?"

For a moment, Solar felt himself and Selena had melted into one. He had almost forgotten that his time might not be that long. She will not be able to replace Selena's list of lectures at MIT, the coveted university since childhood. Even his time here is not a matter of weeks.

"Why, baby?" Oma caught the look on Solar's face that turned slightly moody.

Solar could not answer questions from Oma due to Edgar's arrival.

"Selena, honey, come up to your room to take a shower and get changed. Mama'll call if dinner's ready."

Ah, adult chat. Solar was forced to step aside first so that these adults could chat without worrying about her feelings. Solar suspects that Selena's parents will tell Opa and Oma Sahetbut that they're referring back. As long as it's good news, Solar doesn't mind stepping aside.

Solar nodded, then picked up his bag before going up to his own room.

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