Synesthesia Petals
Vice Chairman
“Mr Panda, why do you always go to the Classics Club?”
“Why? Well ... if you ask for sure begging for food.”
“Hah?”
Kamine fell silent after hearing my reply, I pushed his wheelchair towards the front of the Classics Club room. Without knocking on the door first, Kamine opened the door abruptly.
*sreeks
The scenery we saw was a summer atmosphere that only felt was already felt. Summer is coming, next week is a test of determination where our grades are decisive.
“What are you two doing here? In this Literature Club there is no AC loh.”
Sahut Kazari while pulling his collar and wagging the book that became a fan replacement. Even though the window had already opened, this fresh breeze still felt lacking.
We were both welcome by Kazari. I handed Kamine over to Kazari, while I sat down while begging Kazari for food.
“Once bring stock, the food I give you is not too nutritious.”
Kazari said as he placed a pack of melon jam bread with a box of milk on the table.
“Already yes, it is too late because summer holidays are near. I was too lazy to make provisions, just breakfast also made me feel grateful.”
I said after opening the loaf of bread, the two of them looked silent at me.
“If you don't mind, I'll make you stock Mr. Panda.”
“You can cook? Ah, I forgot that you're the son of the sultan.”
My reply to Kamine's words. This was indeed a good opportunity, begging for food almost every day to the Classics Club must have disturbed Kazari. Perhaps, my presence in this Club becomes a nuisance.
“Yah .. if you don't mind making provisions for unt-”
*brackk
“Cannot!”
Kazari suddenly kicked the table and shouted suddenly, leaving Kamine and myself shocked.
“Let me alone make the provisions! The koala! You can come to the club every day!”
“Uh ... why?”
I'm starting to get confused as to why Kazari looks so pushy. Why does he look disappointed? Don't-don't .. he's happy to feed me because they consider me a pet!? Since my name calls animal names, I was unknowingly treated like a pet!?
Kamine and Kazari are seen arguing to determine who will make my provisions. Just by these circumstances, I was indeed considered like their pet.
*sreeks
“Excuse.”
Suddenly, a woman came to the room of this Classical Literature Club. After seeing the same color of his tie as me and Kamine, I can already deduce that he is one generation with us.
Hair that is blonde and long, some parts of the ends have a drill-like shape. Wait, it's like a drill if you pay attention again. His eyes were blue, it seemed like he had the blood of a foreign citizen.
“It's rare that you come to the Club Room, Sawatari Karen.”
“I'm sorry Chairman, but ... do we have a new member?”
He asked Kazari after apologizing and then glanced at me and Kamine. Kazari denied it, allowing Sawatari to sit down first and speak.
“Sawatari, introduce ... the man who is eating with his stupid look it ... Koalas. While the one next to him was Kamine.”
Sawatari was quite confused because my name came from one of the animals in this world. He asked me my name directly. Before I say it, I breathe first.
“My name ... ⁇ ⁇ , greetings know.”
After I said my name, Sawatari and Kazari looked at me with a look that did not understand me at all. Only Kamine understood and she showed me her sweet smile.
“Wait, is that really your name?”
Kazari asked frantically, Sawatari asked the same thing. I explained that only a few people could hear my name clearly, by the way what I said my name really went into Japanese.
“Well put that aside, from tomorrow you can't come to this place again.”
Kazari said after sighing, he looked at me who had just finished drinking.
“Why? Uh! Is the budget of the Classic Literature Club depleted by me?”
“Not bego, you should focus on studying in the upcoming exam.”
Kazari replied, I looked forward where Sawatari was sitting next to Kazari. It made me and her look at each other.
“Huuuuufffft ... ”
I sighed long enough to make Kamine and Kazari look curious.
“Looks like you have a problem of your own, as a new friend .. You can consult me.”
“So yes, Sawatari .. actually I like someone ... ”
When I said the last word, Kamine and Kazari immediately distracted themselves except Sawatari who was listening to my story carefully. He just nodded his head.
“But I am confused, do I need to express my feelings to her?”
I continued with a sigh, Kamine and Kazari continued to look at me with curiosity. Sawatari is still focused on me.
“Who? Whoishe? I will definitely support you!”
“Airvator Karen.”
The three of them who were in the room of this Classical Literature Club instantly fell silent. When I looked back at Sawatari's reaction, she was confused by her blushing cheeks.
* * * * *
In the afternoon, walk in the hallway of a very quiet school. When I passed the class that was intended for the gourmet, Kifune was cooking something while glancing at the recipe book several times.
Kazari, Sawatari, Suzurikawa, and Kamine agree to study together in the face of upcoming exams. Because of this, I intend to invite Kifune whose socialist scope is still in the class.
*sreeks
Kifune stared straight at me who had just shifted the door of the dining room. The recipe book he was holding was placed and then wiped his hands onto the washcloth that had been prepared.
Closing back the door that I shifted, approached Kifune while asking what he was making at the moment. Kifune took out a pencil and a small note nearby, then showed me the writing.
“Customize home .. ah, your family has a bakery business. So, you're trying to help your family?”
I asked, Kifune nodded his head then showed me his little smile.
We both realized that there was no fresh air coming in because the window was tightly closed. Kifune took the initiative to open the window, while I put the bag I carried onto the table.
Kifune took a seat nearby, because the window lock slot was in the middle of the window and Kifune's height was not up.
After placing the chair in front of the window, Kifune opened the window lock slot quickly so that the window opened quickly and the wind gusts on the second floor were very strong.
The footing he used was a wobbly chair, I immediately realized that Kifune would fall out the window. Quickly, put my foot forward and extended my right hand.
But ... Kifune had already fallen first and my right hand a little more would grab his leg. When I realized, I immediately looked down out the window.
Kifune was lying on a floor made of stacking block rocks. Slowly from behind his hair, there was a color of fresh blood coming out.
One thing I knew, I was not aware of any black flower petals surrounding it. Because Synesthesia Petals I don't use.
* * * * *
The police came to this school after I called, they interrogated me until nightfall. My outward appearance is cold, but inside I want to cry because of my own fault.
Some of the disciples who knew about this immediately branded me as a murderer. Of course, because I was the last person with him.
Hit by Kifune's mother, the feeling of a mother who just found out her son died and the last person with her was me. The overflowing emotions led to me, and I was called a killer again.
The police let me go, because they've been investigating where Kifune fell and the dining room. My fingerprints were nowhere, they did suspect Kifune fell after my testimony of the events of Kifune fell out the window.
The police drove me home after a late night. I was beginning to get confused about what had just happened, my classmate had just died right in front of me.
This feeling of fatigue, made me slowly sleep asleep on a soft and cold mattress.
* * * * *
It was a pale morning, but I had lost a new friend. I intend not to go to school at this time so that the situation is safe again, but I cannot because of my penance for my unconsciousness regarding the black flower petals.
I left earlier than usual without breakfast. The school is still quiet even though there are some students who have come because of the morning picket section.
Classes were quiet, there was no one in this quiet room. He immediately walked over to my bench, put down my bag and went back to sleep.
A few minutes later, I heard footsteps alone. The door of this classroom was shifted, the sound of footsteps leading to me.
The touch of someone's hand on my shoulder made me wake up to find out who was bothering me. He must be one of the people who thinks of me as a murderer.
But what I saw was like a dream come true.
There was Kifune standing next to me while showing me his writing. Good morning, that's the writing he showed me.
My brain was thinking hard about this. I immediately touched Kifune's face, a soft touch and cold cheeks this was a sign that he was still alive.
“Kifune .. Aren't you dead?”
I asked with a face that was very confused with the current situation. Kifune shook his head, he did not understand what I said. After I realized the core of this problem, immediately checked my phone and there was a conclusion that I got.
Today is the same day as yesterday. In other words, time reoccurs where Kifune is still alive.
To Be Continue ....
Illustration of Karen Sawatari