Synesthesia Petals
Life is Full of Surprises

Walk through the path without any obstacles. It's just that there's a poop cat I just jumped over. Kusadari, the road leading to the shopping district has begun to close.

Small steps without sound, trying to eliminate the air of existence. Otherwise, I would be humiliated in the shopping district that I was aiming for. Wh why? I don't know, they're just like them.

When walking in the middle of the shopping district where along this road there are shops. Each side left and right side of the peninsula road. There are various stores that have different types of businesses.

   “Wah!? Want Panda! In here! Stop dong!”

   “There's a Panda! seen the vegetables!”

   “Kak Panda! Help cook fried rice shrimp petai! Made by Kak Panda is indeed the best!”

I was silent when I entered the shopping district. The people around me are looking for someone named Panda, it's stupid that I'm around them all. Perhaps they were astonished by the call of Panda, so rare is the person who has such a call.

In this shopping district, there are people I have helped socially, financially and healthily. Why can I do such a thing even though I have a simple life and condition?

There's only one answer. Whoever does good will be multiplied. Whoever commits a crime shall multiply his crime.

Therefore, ask the teacher not to be too troublesome for your students in every study and repetition. If you make things difficult for them and are hated by the disciples, then the disciples you treat like that will have grudges against you.

Checking my smartphone to see some groceries I need to buy. Because it was not too late at dusk reddish, I went around for a while in the shopping district.

Receive some free groceries from vegetable sellers. Receive some free sea fish from fish sellers. Actually I refused outright, but they insisted because they felt indebted to me.

Debt and debt, what is debt? It was a situation where a long-time friend borrowed money. If the time comes to be billed, surely the friend will be amnesiac and collect the debt will be in vain.

When I took a short break at the juice shop run by Uncle Macho. I stared at the shop that felt foreign to me, I stringed the words into questions. I turned towards Uncle Macho who was picking fresh fruit in the fruit basket.

Bald adult male with age above the head two. The burly, muscular body that was synonymous with porters' energy, ended up being a fruit merchant. According to him, the work he is currently engaged in is better to throw away his meaningless past.

   “Uncle, what happened to that store?”

I asked while pointing at the shop in question. Uncle Macho followed my directions, he kept the mangoes he held back in the basket.

   “Oh .. The store was previously a store that sold souvenirs and some small items. It's just .. they need money when their only child is hit by a disaster. Now, the store was changed to a store that sells various types of bread.”

   “By the way you know the address of the previous store owner?”

   “Yes, I know. But I'm not gonna give it to you, why? You will definitely visit and give them help.”

Cih, great is Uncle Macho who can read my mind. I have to admit, what he said was true and I cannot deny it. Merely, my heart felt strange when someone was having a calamity.

These psychological symptoms are different for each person. I'm the one who stands for good in return for good, evil in return for evil. For me, it became a minimum level activity for my life.

   “Uncle Macho, tell me the background of the bakery owner's family. You're the ruler of this region, don't tell me you don't know.”

My words made Uncle Macho speechless. He was annoyed at me with his right eyebrow twitching, he gave up with a sigh. However, he was willing to tell me even though the information was a little.

   “The news I heard was just a three-headed woman. He has a mute daughter. Reportedly the couple divorced, but I do not know what the reason.”

I noticed all his movements, eye contact, breathing patterns, and changes in his expression. After he explained it to me. All the cells in my brain were busy connecting the unconnected puzzle.

The breathing pattern was done eight times. Eye contact always avoids my sight. The moves he showed me were just useless moves. Good, Uncle Macho doesn't lie.

People who lie can be seen easily. Make eye contact during the conversation, if the other person is looking back at you. No doubt, he was intent on lying.

   “Uncle Macho, can you make me three of your best fruit juices packed on plastic cups?”

I asked Uncle Macho who was smelling fragrant mango. He grabbed it with his right hand and turned to look at me. He nodded his head and accepted my order.

Waiting for Uncle Macho to make the best juice made by him. I connected all the puzzles, conditions, memories, and all the things related to that woman. Because of my habit of thinking before acting, my parents told me to become a detective.

What a great request from parents. After all, all children want to make their biological parents happy. How many years, they want to make parents happy with their efforts.

After paying for three fruit juices. I paid him with more money. Turn around, leave Uncle Macho's shop.

   “Panda! There's too much money!"

Uncle Macho exclaimed after the distance between the two of us was already quite far. I wave my left hand a sign of see you. Raising my right hand, sighing to set the frequency and sound quite loud.

   “Thank you for the information!”

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*Tring-ting

The sound of a bell rang out as my hand pressed against the doorknob and pushed it. When I looked forward, there was a woman who wore casual clothes but also wore an apron with the Rhododendron pulchrum flower or commonly known as azalea purple.

   “I didn't expect, this is your home.”

My words were heard by him who was writing something on the cashier's desk. The two of us looked at each other, a small smile I showed. Kifune was surprised, he immediately tore up the booking paper and wrote something and showed it to me.

I approached him because the distance between the two of us was quite far. I expected him, he'll ask you a question in the form of extracting information. How do you know my house is here?

The question he scratched on the thin sheet of paper made me smile. Explaining it quite briefly, I was the important person behind the scenes. That's what I said even though Kifune didn't understand what I said.

   “Asuhara, are there any customers?”

The gentle frequency and the delicate speech came from behind Kifune's back door. The door handle was pressed, an adult female figure with an age above the head of three was visible. He approached us both, wiping his hands on the apron he was wearing.

   “Welcome, is there any bread you want to order?”

Ask him as he approaches Kifune and he takes over the cashier. I only ordered one sweet toast filled with chocolate. Kifune told his mother that I was his classmate through a small note.

His mother wears a white bandana. Looks tough will face the problems of life, especially her who now only lives alone with Kifune. Maybe it has nothing to do with me, who cares about it because I'm the only crumb in their lives.

His mother seemed quite surprised to find out that I was his friend. He hesitated to ask something. But finally he asked me what my name was.

   “Usually I'm known for calling Panda. My name is—”

*king

The sound of the house phone ringing. As it looked important, her mother immediately went to the back to pick up her phone. Now, Kifune took over in the bread wrapping I ordered.

   “Kifune ... just get to the point. Do you recognize me?”

My question made Kifune surprised with both of his eyes wide open. I asked her that strange question because there was a small chance that she was having trouble. Although I don't know what it is, that's for sure .. I just want to make sure ...

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