Synesthesia Petals
Silence in Literature
Positioning my body as usual on my bench. This morning, I intend to sleep after a little activity last night. When I thought of something else, there was a small notebook in front of me that read Good morning.
“Good morning too, Kifune.”
I answered while changing my sleeping position to sit on a chair. Stretching my body that was quite achy, he asked the condition of my body that looked exhausted through his small note. Kifune, is he the type of person who worries about others rather than worrying about himself?
“Look, yesterday there was only a pickpocket who stole the wallet of my Mom acquaintance who lives in my housing complex.”
Oh... Damn, my mouth started saying it outspokenly without thinking about it first. Kifune asked me how I was when it happened, I could only respond with a long breath.
“I chased and hit that pickpocket. The money in my wallet is running out. You must be asking, why? how can?”
I said without a single lie. I started telling Kifune yesterday because he was urging me. Yesterday afternoon, I stopped by the convenience store because my mother who had some groceries will be out of stock.
When I almost entered the automatic door. In front of this open supermarket, there is an adult man who uses a mask. His face was not clearly visible because my vision was quite disturbed.
To be sure, the grown man was waiting for something and his movements were quite suspicious to me. My intention to go shopping was to go to the nearest empty seat. My eyes were on one of the people I saw from a distance.
My mother's friend is a housing complex. He was carrying a shopping bag with his left hand. I calculated my distance from here to the front of the convenience store where the grown man was sitting.
Surely, my mother's friend will pass by the man and go to this convenience store. My intuition said, there will be an approaching danger. Immediately get up from the seat, just start squatting on the sport of running.
As I predicted with the ability of deduction. The man picked up a shopping bag that could be picked up easily. Straight away, I chased after him and the repulsion from the squatting start was superior.
Physical abilities that I have trained with light methods. My speed between the pickpockets did not differ much, more precisely my running speed exceeded it. Some factors are the basis, age and energy needed.
When it arrived at his right side, I smashed his face with a right-handed punch. Although his height was the same as mine, the man crashed and fell onto the paved road. I immediately picked up the shopping bag and took out my wallet.
“I know you committed a crime because you also need something to get on with your life. But there is a lot of work in this world. Look for that job Uncle, if you have a family then look for a good job rather than a dirty job. Humans if cornered will do everything, see you Uncle.”
At the end of my words, I threw all the money I took out of my wallet. I turned around and then immediately got out of front of him. He called me, but I responded with a left hand wave.
Every human being doing something has its own reasons. Pickpocketing and theft, of course, some of them need money to meet the financial needs of their families. So, effort will not betray results.
It's just, I'm sick of the dirty work they do. Therefore, I am only doing my best in the future. Without realizing it, I involved myself and was known only behind the scenes.
“And so ... Do you understand my explanation?”
I asked Kifune who was confused by the situation I described. She started writing something on her little note and then showed it to me about one question.
On that thin sheet of paper there was only one question that described me. Are you a good person or a bad person? That's the question from Kifune.
“Two ... maybe.”
I said flatly. Kifune's body shuddered in fear, is he afraid of me?
* * * * *
The second hour of rest coincides today. Because the wallet is very thin without any contents. I went to the literature club room I visited yesterday.
Wh-wh-what for? Usually, begging for food only to prop up a very noisy stomach. I was embarrassed, when studying and my stomach roared so hard that my body curled up.
Walking in the hallway with each side there are students of this school who roam. The literature club room is quite far away, because writing a work requires silence and inner calm.
Standing in front of the literary club entrance. Slowly pull the concave door handle. However, all I saw was a quiet empty room filled with books.
“Senpai and its members where? Better come again another time, than interrupt.”
I closed the sliding door slowly. The sound of friction distracted my attention. Unknowingly, there was someone calling my nickname from the right-hand passageway.
The figure of the woman with blue frame glasses worn by her. Headset attached to ear hole. He also carried a musical instrument in his bag. Just why is he wearing a mask with shoes that have not been replaced?
His chest is quite large and he is quite popular among men. Her long soft hair perfectly matched her elegant and graceful stature.
“Siang Koala, what do you want to go to the club room?”
Ask Senior. The head of the literature club I wanted to go to. Difficult words entered my mind and I tried to string them together for the better.
“Senpai, I like you.”
Why would I dare to say that? One, factor the situation and conditions in my outspoken statement of habit. Two, Senior is currently using a headset and depending on whether he is listening to a song.
He said while removing the headset attached to his hearing senses. I smiled a little, what a sweet thing I said. It is like turning yourself in an abnormal situation.
* * * * *
On the table were only two glass cups filled with clear water. One for me and one for Senior who is in front of me. Across the table, he was reading a classic book.
While me? Of course, eating. I don't know since when, Senior accepted this unreasonable excuse of mine. Where there are pickpockets who are given money, but let the past pass.
A kindness will not betray. In fact, it will have a backlash. Last week, a bicycle thief gave me money for lending me my bike.
And strangely again, I became more and more familiar with the thieves whom I had given a short lecture for penance. Yes, kindness will bring other good.
When my mouth was busy munching on Senior's chocolate bread. A question he asked me. But before that, I glanced at all corners of the room in this literature club to ascertain an answer I was looking for.
“Senpai, your eye bags are clearly visible. Wait a minute, let me check your body condition.”
I get out of my seat. Approaching him through the right side. Holding his head with both hands.
We looked at each other's eyes. However, I was only focused on eye bags like panda eyes. Oh, the reaction of shame through body contact begins to react.
His cheeks were red. I reached out to his left arm, looking for blood flow along with the veins in this small and tender hand. As expected, his blood pressure was around ninety.
“Didn't I tell you. Don't stay up too much. Cafeine triggers a black circumference in the eye area.”
I said, taking his hand out of my hand. Returning to my seat, the soft sensation from his hand was still felt. Moreover, Senior's body had a fragrant smell.
“Koala, what is the meaning of ‘Beautiful month’?”
The question is getting my brain to burn the glucose I just ate. To think, the brain needs glucose obtained from sugar. Usually shogi or chess players, they will fill their stomachs with sugar-sweet foods containing glucose.
“The words are quoted from the author Natsume Souseki's essay. Beautiful month can be interpreted with me liking you.”
“Hehehe .. I also.”
He replied to my words. I patted my eel because I realized the odd thing why Senior asked that question.
Damn it, he set me up so I could say it. I like you and Senior reciprocates with me as well. I lost, I didn't think he would make a bet on a small percentage.
“I go first. Class will begin soon.”
My heart while chugging clear water on the glass in front of me. Get out of your seat and let the plastic trash wrap the bread on the table. Walk towards the door of the literature club room.
“Senpai, how about your ears?”
My question made a moment of silence for a few seconds. When he wanted to answer her, a raucous and stuttering voice mixed with doubt.
“My circumstances are fine. Thank you for worrying about me.”
The answer. I pointed to the right side of the wall calendar. With all the conditions laid out in mind, it is not wrong anymore.
“Senpai, today is your condition check time. Don't be late, need help just call me.”
I said while lowering my right hand. In this room there is an unnatural, condition of use of the room with a circled calendar using a red marker.
Another factor is the seating position. In other words, from yesterday there was only Senior in a quiet room alone. Just thinking about it, I would love to teach the literary club members to diligently enter and accompany Senior.
“Get yourself, Kazari Amagase.”
Step outside the literature club. Close the door by sliding it slowly with your left hand. I was silent for a moment behind the door, I wanted to hear Kazari's innermost heart.
“Thank you for coming, thank you for worrying about me, thank you always accompany me. Thank you ... My dear koala.”
I heard every beautiful word she said from her sweet lips. This may be my bad nature, eavesdropping on someone's pent-up inner voice when alone in silence.
For now ... do I have to beat up a literary club member who has underestimated the club's activities?
Wait a minute, I have to return the ballpoint pen I took to the owner.
To Be Continue ....