"I Matcha as the leader of group 1. I will present the organization of the Database with members .... " Matcha looked down, pressed enter on the laptop on the lecturer's desk, then her stern gaze returned to the audience. The corner of her lips lifted, "Myself."

The three members of her group who were already standing in front looked at Matcha in shock. Their faces were equally pinched. Other classmates turned their heads in confusion, also looking at her in horror. The lecturer who took the front seat near the student with glasses did not say anything.

So, Matcha sighed, moving on to the next slide with the title Database Organization System.
This is how life is. It will continue. It will be like this. Fighting against anything that doesn't suit her. Or, perhaps, the way things should be.

Matcha finished the presentation in only 45 minutes. The girl hurried to close it after no one asked any more questions. When the others had left, Matcha was just carrying her dark blue bag that had been lying on the second row of seats because she had to clean up the presentation equipment. She tucked the VGA cable into the small side pocket of the bag.

"Cha? I know it's wrong, but it shouldn't be like that, you know! We can talk about it first, right?" Ana, Matcha's groupmate, the ponytailed woman walked behind the lecturer's desk to get a full view of Matcha. Her two hands rested on the table. "The others must have the same feelings as me! They just don't dare tell you."

"Oh."

Matcha nodded once. Talking nicely. Matcha understood Ana's words very well. Her intention was to seduce her so that their names would still be displayed on the PPT and they could participate in the presentation.

Is that so?

"Oh?"

Ana frowned. She could not understand the response.

Without replying again, Matcha continued her steps. Three steps into her walk, right in the middle of the door, Matcha turned her head again when she heard, "Why did you just delete my name, huh? Like ... what am I, anyway? Can't you discuss it first?"

Yes, who told you to, have you been told not to do it?

Matcha smiled mockingly, remembering yesterday's assignment that she had done on her own. From the journal references, the paper, even the PPT, which would have laughed at her throughout the presentation if Matcha had remained silent and compliant, going along with their flow.

"MATCHAAA!"

Matcha ignored Ana's loud screech, walking through the steps that had suddenly become a hangout for other classmates.
The destination is very clear if you have passed this staircase, waiting for the next event which is still a bit long at BUS - Guidance for Students - where he works, also the headquarters for the board.

Just a short walk away, and Matcha would immediately find a building painted navy blue and white on the side of its windows with plants hanging in front and a dreamy mading on the side of the wall. BUS is located right on the edge of campus.

He opened the door to the caretaker's room at the side of the courtyard. Once inside, Neon, who was sitting on the elongated center bench, greeted.

"Hey."

He waved goodbye, picked up his laptop after sitting in front of Neon, and opened VSCode, returning to the project that had kept him company for the past two days and that managed to make his head fight every time he encountered an error on the program side.

"What time did you go to bed last night, Cha?" asked Neon as he stood up, going to the gallon at the end of the room, filling his already empty glass. Also for Matcha.

"I think it's 3 o'clock in the morning." Matcha was a little unsure, as she had fallen asleep at the study table. "You came back from Bandung just to see Om Hadwan, Yon?"

Neon deposited a glass of mineral water on the side of Matcha's laptop first.

"Drink the vitamins," he said as he reached into his shirt pocket. "Do you only get three hours of sleep every day?"

There was a small snicker as Neon said that.

"I can't sleep if I haven't made money," Matcha muttered, gulping down her drink after chewing on some vitamins. "You haven't answered yet. Are you back just to see Om Hadwan?"

"Found you too, though."

"Oh."

"Lo... have you seen Green again, Cha?" asked Neon, a very curious look on his face.

The man took a seat at Matcha's side.

He shook his head after adjusting his minuscule glasses. Must be, huh, Neon's curiosity spiked again like this?

"He-"

"Never. I don't want to." Matcha hissed. Staring at Neon sarcastically. "Don't talk about whether he can or not, Yon?"

His sigh appeared briefly. "I'm lazy."

"Oh." Neon raised two hands. Leaning back against the chair. "Okay. Sorry."

Neon shrugged his shoulders, glancing at the wall clock with the mathematical formula above the door-which is still a mystery why do they have to use all the formulas!? And it hasn't been replaced until now because it was banned by other administrators.

"It's okay if I go first, right?"

Neon's hand reached out for the backpack on the table.

"Let's go together. I'll be there in a minute." Matcha inserted her laptop again. Then Neon helped her by putting away the mouse. The two walked side by side out of the room. "Meeting nearby?"

"Hm, yes."

Matcha nodded again. They parted ways near the campus gate. Before actually leaving, Neon pulled her bag. "Good luck!"

The corners of Neon's lips pulled wide.

"Yes."

Afterward, Matcha pushed the man's arm.

"There. I'll wait for you later."

Neon raised his hand, saying goodbye. Matcha only walked into the campus streets after Neon had walked a little distance. There was a round table with elongated chairs in front of it filled with two girls and one boy.

Then his head popped inside, there was one administrator with his back to him - a SME shirt with Oke Ngoding written on the back and a woman wearing glasses who was being interviewed. Her face looked tense at first, but relaxed after a while. Yes, no matter how many UKM options there are on campus, in the end he chooses a place that suits his career desires. It was as if there was no time for him to enjoy anything else.

"Interviews too, huh?" Matcha turned her head at the question from the black hooded woman at the back.

She nodded.

"Come sit down first."

She waved her hand. Matcha smiled, sitting down beside her. "From what class?"

"Computer Science-1A"

The person did not respond further. They were both silent after that. Not long after, the interviewee came out. He was replaced by the man sitting across from him.

"Uh, how was the interview? Isn't her sister fierce?"

Matcha quietly listened. Glancing at the door of the room.

"Friendly to know. Third semester system information student. I thought what are you going to do? Turns out his brother is really nice. Friendly, you know."

He was still quite relieved to hear it.

It only took a few minutes, the people had moved on, now it was Matcha's turn to enter. She sighed briefly before stepping into the room, but... she hesitated even more when she saw the interviewer from the side.

"Hello-"

Matcha didn't move, and neither did the man who had just said hello.

Her steps stopped in a straight line. They were both silent for a few moments. Before finally, Green told her to sit down. They sat facing each other. Matcha looked away. Trying not to look at each other first.

Green cleared his throat. Instead of Matcha looking nervous, it was Green who clearly felt it. Green shifted his chair back, but it made a loud noise that made Matcha wince.

"Sorry."

Matcha smiled stiffly. Her two hands were linked under the table that connected to the chair. The atmosphere became hot and cold. Her body temperature must have been suddenly high. She had calmed down long enough.

"His name... who?"

Matcha's eyebrows shot up. Ah, yes. Formality question, huh?

"Matcha." One second. Should he call her 'Brother' or not? Considering Green was in Information Systems level 2. "Bro?"

But she shouldn't have. Because afterward, she bit her lip to stifle a giggle as Green looked at her with a... slightly stern, arms crossed, cocky look on his face-which was very different from usual.