Green had just come out of the bathroom, her hair still messy as he kept wiping it with a small mocca-colored dry towel. She came downstairs and found Wira who had just taken out two rice bowls from a white plastic bag with a big ARSHA sign on it and a half-body cat, at a delivery place owned by Hadwan, Navy's father.

"Sorry, I can't cook today. Auntie went home," Wira said as he handed a rice bowl to Green, who began to sit at the dining table. "I was busy at work earlier."

"It's okay." Green opened the lid, finding two pieces of rendang there. Then, after he spooned out a spoonful of rice, Green looked at Wira. There were thin wrinkles under his eyes, then those panda eyes that rarely disappeared. Green had given him eye serum, but it still didn't work. "Well?"

"Hm?" Wira's eyes narrowed, her plastic fork pointed at Green's face. He looked very suspicious about the call. If it wasn't asking for extra money, then something was up. "What else did you do, huh? Motorcycle? PC?"

Green chuckled, cutting his meat in annoyance. "What are the characteristics of liking a girl, Dad?"

"Huh?" As soon as Green looked up again, he saw a gaping Wira, then blinked softly. Completely incredulous at Green's question. "You're already big, aren't you?"

"I'm so small!" grumbled Green as he picked up Jasmine's tea cup in front of him. "What if... it turns out I like Blue?"

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Matcha was still looking at the video edits Green and Sage had been working on at school, right during recess. Although the deadline for delivery was four days away, Matcha had to deliver it today, to put her at ease.

So, when she ate lunch from mom in class, alone, because her friends still really wanted to go to the cafeteria, Matcha felt like her world had returned. Just by herself. Where there was only herself. Coupled with the headset she was wearing, this Wednesday was very much in her favor, calm and peaceful.

The days that Matcha really wanted. Just like her usual world.

However, that didn't last long. Because luck often turned its back on him, going against the flow of the Matcha figure until it never arrived.

"Cha?" Matcha looked up as Sky removed the headset from her ears, seeing the man begin to move to sit by Matcha's side and fiddle with the cell phone. Matcha frowned briefly. "I have some info. It's important, but you shouldn't get nervous yet."

"My body is really sensitive right now," Matcha muttered sadly, then fed herself a piece of fries from the dark blue lunch box. Although she'd rejected this meal earlier in the morning, she'd finally eaten it, too, because it was good for saving money on snacks. Remember, Matcha still has plans to bring all the money here for her in the future.

Afterward, Sky placed the phone in front of the two of them, right in the middle of the table until the pencil case became the foundation for the phone to stand firmly, making Matcha move closer until their upper arms touched.

"Neon had seen the person who put the terror in Blue's locker," Sky explained. She had just been sent a YouTube link from Neon, a video taken by Maya - a celebrity from Bakti Raya High School. "Who has the password to Blue's locker?"
Matcha pulled her irises up, trying to remember, though she wouldn't. Or perhaps, more accurately, not know.

"Blue is the same as me," she replied hesitantly. He knew that from the notes on Blue's cell phone when he went to get the exercise book from his locker. "He's not too stupid, is he, to leak that to other people?

"Yes, I think so. Obviously, the school gave her a lock like this because she missed it."
Matcha mumbled while nodding.

She looked back at Sky's cell phone as the video played on. At first, Matcha still dismissed that she wouldn't be really shocked, well at least just shocked. However, as the video went on longer, towards the end, she almost fell over when she saw someone there.

A person, a man, whom she recognized even when she looked upside down.

"Green!?"

Matcha glanced at Sky, closing her mouth, her heart had felt pain. So, she was holding her chest now. It hurts.
Green's video was still playing clearly. The one where the man looked around as he reached Blue's locker, then... Green fiddled with the lock, then... was able to open his locker, placing the box there. When Sky zoomed in, the box was exactly the same as the dead bird package in front of Matcha's house two Sundays ago.

So, last night's paper, the paper that he had been so suspicious of that he couldn't sleep all night because he suspected Green was... right?

Green. Why did that man do it?

The question kept spinning in Matcha's mind, constantly. Even as she sat at the bus stop, the video she had searched for on YouTube played again, only in the part of the video where Green appeared.

There was still a distrustful side to Matcha. The thing was, she didn't know what was inside the box yet and... she was more inclined to believe Green. The man couldn't have done this. But, on the one hand too, there was a feeling of suspicion, just a little. Or maybe it would dominate even more if she thought about it constantly, connecting it with some events or papers she found in Green's room.

Matcha turned her head to the left side, sighing heavily when she discovered that the bus had not yet arrived. Remembering the bus, she missed the place where her money came from. So, Matcha changed course, taking the bus to that place, it was still the same place. Near the campus.

As Matcha got off, her eyes narrowed as she saw someone she recognized about to cross near the zebra crossing, Famila. Normally, the girl would go to the bus on her way home from school. Famila entered the BUS early, before her, and filled the teaching section for 10th-grade high school.

"Mila!"

Her steps faltered as she heard the call, from the girl who wore the same uniform as them, her hair always looking neat, as well as the pink bandana she wore so often. Violet glanced at her watch. "So sorry, I'm late!"
Her face always looks smiling, happy. Cheerful.

"It's okay." Famila smiled. Afterward, she accepted Violet's hand as she pulled her towards the ice cream shop. They... took a picture in front of the glass.

Matcha moved closer, hiding behind a power pole, getting closer to the two. I don't know. She felt strange. Famila rarely socialized, didn't get along easily, and very rarely spoke to Violet-even seemed to shun the girl at school and outside. As far as she knew.
And here, a closer look.