Matcha was still crouched at the edge of the pile of dirt, staring intently at the gravestone. with Aryan written on it, with the day of death yesterday. Now, she was watching it. watching how the body was buried, really not coming back, not being able to explain anything to her.

It was different from the past. Matcha knew about the news and never came to Aryan's grave, never at all, because of their misunderstanding and her selfishness.

Matcha rubbed her reddened nose. A handful of people had returned, including Ira. That left only her, Green, Sky, and her other friends. Including Famila, who was now rubbing her back gently. She stood up, sighing heavily. In the end, she too had to leave, leaving the cemetery. 

Continuing to walk straight between the empty spaces of the earthen mounds. Until, she paused for a moment at the sight of the one name that... made her struggle to survive the guilt, inscribed in the shiny ceramic headstone. It was only for a moment, however. before she finally walked back towards home with Sky. While the others had to go back, 
to school.

"I need to talk. Just a moment," Matcha said as Sky was about to get back on his motorcycle.   The man had met Ira inside the house and offered his condolences, as well as the orphanage mother and other children still in the house.
Sky nodded. The two of them sat in a garden chair near the house, a quiet place, only blocked by a new building. They sat side by side on iron chairs painted dark brown, in front of which was a fish pond with water running over the top and a small shower. Matcha sighed before speaking, realizing that her eyes were heating up again. "You 
know, right?"

Sky's eyebrows shot up. "Know what?"

She turned her head briefly, looking at Sky bitterly and biting her lower lip as a distraction. 
from the pain.

"Blue." There was a brief pause there. Matcha looked down at the grass, tickling the sides. of her feet. "Blue also saw... how my Father died? The real reason why he died."

Sky was surprised when he heard the question. Before he finally nodded, clearing his throat,  "I know."

Sky's fingers intertwined before finally raising her head, looking at the sky that was slowly turning to ash. It was as if she felt the loss of today's events.

"He... knows very well. It was hard for Blue to see that. She didn't leave the house for a few days, and then suddenly... yeah, you know. She just disappeared after that." Sky glanced at Matcha. "You experienced the same thing?"

Matcha nodded.
"So what? Why is she silent?" She took a slight breath, her jaw hardening. "Why didn't he report it or... at least something."

"How dare Blue?" squeaked Sky. "He would never dare."

Matcha rubbed her face roughly. Okay. She realizes it now. More and more answers as to why she had to come back to this time, as Blue, and also that mission. "How do you know?"

"At that time, Blue called me. He suddenly came out of the cafe in a very messy state. 
Before the explosion on the street, he had told me that your dad was shot by the bad guys in the building. Blue followed them because she was suspicious of one of the people. escorting."

That means the incident is still the same. Matcha turned her head back, looking at Sky. who was still trying to remember that day? A few years ago, they experienced it again.

"She told me that his client, who had asked for legal protection against embezzlement charges, was there to provide some documents as evidence. After that, several people came to the house, claiming to escort Om Aryan to their appointment."

Now, Sky turned to her, handing her a piece of tissue he took from his pants pocket. 
which Matcha immediately accepted, although it was too late. "I don't know what the original story is. Where the building is. That's all I know, Cha."

"Do you remember your mission... to expose injustice?" Matcha asked.

"Your dad's case?" asked Sky. Matcha nodded, agreeing. "It turns out that everything is around us."

"We need Mr. Wira's help, Sky!"

So, now, she and Sky went to his father's best friend, the one who had stayed by Aryan's side until the funeral. Om Wira opened the door, his face looking tired and equally angry. and... sad.   All mixed. She and Sky were invited in, sitting in front of him, who was now adjusting his hair.

Matcha suddenly thrust out the cell phone she took from her black pants pocket, then played the recording, which she took yesterday, which she kept secure until it was sent to Blue's cloud, drive, laptop, and her account.

"Dad didn't die in an accident, Mr. It wasn't a freak accident," she emphasized firmly. Wira was wide-eyed, taking Matcha's cell phone. "It was planned, and... my father died. before that. Everything was planned."

"Are you record?"

"So what?" Matcha turned to Sky. "What should I do? Just stay quiet. I feel so much. guilt!   Seeing Dad get shot, I can't do anything!"

Matcha pointed at herself. "I won't be like Blue."

"Okay. You calm down first." Wira raised his hand. Matcha sighed heavily, shifting. slightly from Sky's seat. "For this matter, I will take care of it. It's too dangerous for you, Ru.   They're not just anybody."

"You... know? That person!?" Wira nodded. "I can trust you, right?"

"Yes. Of course. I won't let your papa die like this. I will try, with all my might."

Matcha would believe; try to believe. Afterward, she walked outside empty-handed. Continuing to walk, passing by her house unceremoniously. There were still too many people in the house, making her uncomfortable. Relatives, Ira's friends, and especially the reporters who continued to shine a spotlight on their home. Fortunately, Matcha managed to escape. their questions.

She needed to calm herself down. Somewhere, that might, at least, make her feel better.

"Are you going to keep walking?" asked Sky as he picked up his bike and made his way. through the crowd of reporters, which was growing. "Where are you going? I don't want to. ride my bike?"

Matcha's steps stopped. She was silent at first. "I don't know."

He, too, did not know the destination.
"Do you want to hear some good news?" said Sky again. She glanced at the road. 

Before finally nodding, "Want some?"
"You. Matcha!" Matcha glared. "What the hell?"

"Your body." Sky smiled, thinning her lips. There was a genuine smile there, even though 
Sometimes he couldn't be trusted. "There's starting to be movement."

"Seriously!?"
Sky nodded again. Along came a call from Green, contacting him as well. The man went. 
straight to the hospital once he knew that Matcha's body had progressed. "Want to go there?"

"YES!"

However, just as Matcha was about to mount Sky's bike, her heartfelt... sick again, sicker 
than usual.  She looked up at Sky in fear before her consciousness was snatched away. 
again, everything slowly turning black.