Green brought her home at exactly nine in the evening, which Ira immediately greeted with a warm hug. Mixed with anxiety that slowly receded. For a moment, he was stunned.  There was an intruding feeling of pleasure because this was the first time Matcha felt it and hatred in the same taste. Without realizing it, for a moment, his hands returned Ira's hug, wrapping around the back of his body.

Slowly, the embrace slipped away as Matcha pulled herself up. She should hate this, not enjoy it, right?

Ira held the side of her moist cheek. "Where have you been? What happened?"

Matcha shook her head, removing Ira's hand from her face. There was always a feeling of wrongness whenever Matcha was happy to receive this treatment.

"I'm tired," she whispered. These two words represent everything.

"Rest." Then, Ira focused her gaze on Green, who was still standing behind Matcha. The man had not left even though Matcha had thanked him and sent him away. "Thank you., Green."

Green smiled. "Yes, Auntie."

Matcha didn't hear what they were talking about anymore. The? first hing she did After leaving Ira's presence, she was to go to her room and lie down without changing her clothes.. Then, she looked at her fingers which had been covered in plaster images of strawberries.  Who would have thought that Green, who did it on the rooftop of the Noona Cafe, would choose the right picture.

Despite being with Blue, Green still reflexively chose some of Matcha's favorites. When sHe asked Green why he was doing this, and his answer sent Matcha flying when it was simply, "Because... I kind of see Matcha. In you."

Matcha rolled over to her left side, staring at the plaster without boredom, until drowsiness attacked her more strongly. Before her alarm came back for more,. 

Matcha opened her eyes. She saw how the study table was there, reminding her of the first time she came to this time with a new body.
Again, she still had to live life as Blue. Still the same, she reflected. After preparing herself in the batik uniform that Ira had just replaced yesterday because it was too small, ah, yes, Matcha had eaten a lot of home cooking even though Blue had avoided it-she checked the binder, opened it, and the contents were gone.

So, he squatted down to take stock of the new binder Ira had prepared. Huh, life is so easy now.  There is no need to bother going to the bookstore. Everything is already prepared.

As her cell phone continued to ring on the nightstand, Matcha just activated her cell.. phone again, after she had deactivated it all night. Sky's name appeared there, continuing to glow.

"Cha!" she called quickly. "I was in Nana's room. Then I found a book. Blue's book. I I think you need this for the future."

"How?"

"I think she brought the wrong books when she donated them to the orphanage. I only found out because Nana rifled through her closet."

There was a crash on the other end of the line, then Sky told Nana to pack up the books that had fallen out. "You try looking in Blue's room. Is there a pink binder? It has a picture of a rabbit on the front. The binder is locked.  She wrote it here."

"Just a moment."

Matcha crouched down again, sandwiching the cell phone between her shoulder and ear. until she pulled out a binder of books that lay deepest. She found it. The book she had seen when Matcha had wanted to take her clothes with her, and had found Ira burning the book on the side of the house. Right after one month of Blue's disappearance. "What's the 
password?    Is it the same as the locker?"

"Just try it."

Matcha fiddled with the numbers on the side of the binder. Wrong. The book is still wouldn't open.    She grunted, dragging her memory to little things that might be clues as She reported, "Wrong, Sky."

Sky cleared her throat, for quite a long time, more like thinking than responding to his words. 

"What date did you meet Blue? What year?"

"Ah, yes! The beginning of our meeting."
Matcha tried again, still not giving up, but the error greeted her again. She chuckled, scratching her temples in confusion. After all, there was no way, any way, that Blue remembered it and made it a password.

She tried to look at the calendar on the study table, just in case, some numbers were some numbers were bright spots or scribbles there. Although there was still no bright spot, no matter how long Matcha glared at her.

"Mom?"
In the end, Matcha called Ira as the woman passed in front of her room, and Matcha was already holding her bag to leave. She was already dressed in her knee-length navy blue dress, filming in the West Jakarta area.

"Yes? Want to go together?"

Matcha shook her head. "You'll be late."

Then she showed the binder that she was still holding.  "I forgot what this password is."

"Oh." Ira nodded. "Mom doesn't know."

"Okay," she squeaked. She sat down first on the front seat of the house as Ira drove away. also after making sure the school bell was still long. Randomly, he dialed a number, any number, including the last digit of Blue's phone number.

Her eyes suddenly bulged. Open. So, quickly, Matcha tried to open one page of the paper. reading it from the beginning. How Blue felt afraid of Ira and his compulsion to deliberately Let Matcha and the Gem drown and end the affair. Blue's guilt for her.

Matcha could use this book as proof. If only Blue was still alive. Maybe if Blue was still around, this book wouldn't have been burned, right?

Does this mean Matcha has completed her mission?

She smiled, chuckling softly, looking at thematic motorcycle of his new employee parked in the carport. "Can I borrow the motorcycle?"

The man with the thick mustache blinked. "Seriously?"

"I can already ride a motorcycle. I'll fill it up with full gasoline."

"That's all right. Go ahead."

Matcha had time to say thank you. As if to make sure that he could indeed carry it, Ujang remained standing on the terrace and watched, looking a little worried.

"BLUEE!" Matcha looked up as soon as she got the call. Now her ears and reflex effects could already work properly if called by Blue's name. "Wait!"

Matcha paid no heed, continuing to run the motorcycle, but because she was carrying it quite slowly, feeling stiff to carry the motorcycle again, Green suddenly matched her pace, making Matcha pull over. Green, who was too forward to stop the motorcycle, backed up again.

"Since when did you get a motorcycle, Blue?" There was a mocking chuckle in the voice. "Who did you teach? Sky?"

"Yes. I'm Matcha."

Green glared. "What do you mean?"

Matcha took off her helmet first. "The plaster, I like it."

He raised his hand, displaying the still-unopened plaster there. Then he smiled. For a moment, Green's eyebrows shot up to reveal his full facefull-face helmet. "You mean, it's like You've entered Blue's body? Because you're a comatose ghost?"

Matcha shook her head. "Not really. You won't understand and ... do you seriously believe that, Green?"

With Green's quick nod, Matcha tugged at the corners of her lips. Especially when she heard Green say, "My guess is right. You like everything about strawberries. Especially last night. Matcha often stays up high when she calms her mind. She was quiet, too. For years. She ignored me. Hit me when I was upset, but didn't explain. Left me."

"I'm mean, aren't I?"

Green nodded at the question.

"Why are you here? Why aren't you back in your body, Cha?" asked Green as he got off his sports bike. "Why?"

"It's a long story, but can I ask you for something?"

Green certainly said yes. So, Matcha turned her backpack around and took the two black bracelets there. Then, she handed them to Green. "You have to remember these bracelets are from me and we... we're good yet, right?"

"You're asking," Green hissed in annoyance. "Don't want to be used?"

Matcha gave the man a cynical look, though still pulled Green's arm and put the black bracelet on the right hand. Matcha put it on as well.
"Thank you, you know, for believing me right away. I thought that... only an idiot would believe what I said earlier."

Green smiled a little, scratching the back of his head. "I'm such an idiot. You said it."

Matcha laughed when she heard that. There was still a lot she wanted to talk about, as Matcha, not Blue, but she had to make up for the puzzle soon. Then, she could return, as well as save both her and her mother's reputation. Fortunately, Green let Matcha get back on the bike without question. Although Green had asked first, "You'll wake up, right? You'll come back to your body."

"I will."
Once in front of the shop, when Matcha tried to enter, luckily Grandma Ayu was not away.

"Grandma!" she exclaimed with excitement. Even Grandma Ayu, who had just turned around, gasped slightly. "I've completed all the missions. Where's my puzzle?"

"Oh, yeah?" Grandma Ayu picked up her box and opened it. "It can't be activated yet. It's still red."

Like a street lamp, bye!

"Lying, huh?" Matcha was still trying to smile. Although it slowly receded at the sight of Grandma Ayu's serious face. "Lying, right?"

"Nope."

"Why!?" Matcha pointed at her bag. "I found the evidence. I uncovered my father's death. I found the terrorist. I've tried to be patient, I've realized how I'll be treated in the future. Why can't I?"