Matcha was almost frustrated by Grandma Ayu's explanation. Perhaps, she said, there were still facts hidden from what Matcha was looking for. For the past two days, all she had done was act like an observer. Including observing the sky. Repeatedly thinking that there was still something the man was hiding, but several times too, Matcha brushed it off. every time she remembered Sky's kindness to her. Then, Green. She also kept watching. 
him.

Like in the school cafeteria right now. They sat facing each other. Just the two of them. 

Selfishly, Green forbade Sage and Sky from eating at this table. Family included. So, the three of them watched Matcha and Green from two tables away.

"You're hiding something from me, huh?" asked Matcha directly. Tired of her thoughts, she only guesses.
Green even choked on the chicken noodles he had just eaten. The man reached for the glass of iced tea first. "You think like that?"

Matcha nodded. It's possible, right? Who knows?

"Actually..." Green turned to the surroundings first. He moved closer to Matcha to sit. beside her.  For a moment, Green's head came closer. "The recording is from you. I accidentally saw it."

Matcha's eyebrows raised, and her eyes narrowed.

"That's why I asked you at that time." Ah, yes. Matcha remembered it. In front of the Science and Technology intensive classroom. "I know. When you hear this, don't look at the object right away. Stay calm."

Matcha spontaneously held her breath. Especially when Green put two hands to Matcha's ears and whispered something there. "Famila's father. Mr. Bara."

As per Green's orders earlier, Matcha did not immediately turn to Famila who was still watching them while talking to Sage and Sky, questioning their closeness.

"How come?" she asked softly as he pulled Green's hair until the man's head was back. away from him. "Mr. Wira was chatting with me. This case is starting to see some light. There is still another perpetrator above him. Before the person who ordered Mr. Bara,"

"Who?"

Matcha shook her head. As her cell phone vibrated, signaling a call, she simply walked. away when she saw Om Wira's name appear from there, approaching the deserted place. 

After previously only raising a hand, meaning a brief sign, to Green, who immediately said yes.

"Tomorrow. Eight o'clock in the morning. The trial starts. You're coming, yes, as a witness."

Of course, Matcha will come. She had to. So, the next day, even at six in the morning, Matcha was already preparing to go there. Green picked her up, using the car Wira had loaned him. Right after sitting next to Green, the man fastened the seat belt with a quick movement that made Matcha gasp. However, she only glanced at Green briefly, not protesting anything.

The car drove further and further. There was a sense of satisfaction every time he saw the side of the road, signaling that he would soon reach the trial. Suddenly, the more Green-pressed the accelerator, the faster the car went. Very fast. Matcha was confused, looking back, seeing how there was one car behind them that seemed to be following them.

"Is anyone following us?"

Green nodded.
Matcha almost held her breath for quite a while when the car hit the back of the car. 

Fortunately, Green managed to speed up, outwit, and turn in the other direction. The moment The car was out of sight, and Matcha was able to sigh.
Although "we were framed,"

There was another car going in the opposite direction, followed by two motorcycles that suddenly pressed their bodies against the car, forcing Green to stop. Just as the car from The front almost hit them.

"Come out quickly!"

Green kept the door locked. Until a hammer aimed at the glass made him almost scream, but too late. The windshield was shattered in the back. As a threat.

Matcha swallowed saliva. Staring straight at the person behind the wheel of the car. Without realizing it, the door next to her had opened, and someone was pulling her. Then, they were pulled towards the car behind, driving somewhere. Her hands were tied. It hurt like hell as Matcha tried to move to untie them. She and Green were taken in separate cars. 

So Matcha was terrified. Her body was shaking.

Until he was pulled back. Her two hands were grabbed by two large men, and thrown unceremoniously into a red drum in the corner of the room. Matcha stared at him fiercely. as the men smiled wryly, then simply closed the door.

As soon as he looked to the end of the room, there was Green with his eyes closed, mouth gagged, and ropes binding his body and legs. There was no movement there. Green had passed out.  There was blood on the man's forehead.

Matcha's eyes heated up at the sight. Moreover, eight o'clock had already passed. Matcha missed the trial. What if she couldn't go back?

It reminded her of Grandmother Ayu's answer. She would disappear. Dead. There will be many things that change.

Matcha couldn't let her. She had to get out. She had to leave. However, when that one man in black walked in, it scared her. The man had a gun in his hand. Matcha moved backward but stuck to the drum. The gun was pointed at her. It was getting closer.

Her sweat was pouring down. Afraid. Anxious.

"STOP!" Someone shouted, as soon as they opened the door. Surprisingly, the man immediately complied, pulling his gun away. "I TOLD YOU. Don't HURT THEM. Just lock him up so he doesn't go to court!"

The man bowed and said, "Sorry, sir." In front of Neon.

"Sir?" she squeaked. Neon, the mastermind?

The moment Neon turned his head, his reddened eyes, for a moment, made Matcha feel sorry for him. However, the man's attitude, made her extremely tight. The person closest to him did this.

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!?" For the first time, Matcha screamed. She shouted at the man who was now approaching her. Standing in front of Matcha, who was sitting down. 

She needed to look up to stare at Neon's expressionless face. Although his eyes couldn't lie,. "NEON!"

Matcha admitted she lost this time. She cried.

"Who would let his father go to jail, Blue?" she asked. "Who would let his family down?"

So, the culprit is... Mr. Nata?
The person who gave him the scholarship is someone he knows very well and trusts.

"But your father deserves it!" Matcha's hands clenched more firmly behind them, channeling the anger there.

"I won't do anything to you, Blue. I still have Matcha's shame. You just stay here. Until tomorrow."

Matcha shook her head. Her tears broke even more. "If you're ashamed of Matcha, you shouldn't be like this, Yon. My Dad, that's his father too!"

"But he doesn't care. If you tell him about me, he'll lock you up." Neon shook his head. 

"She won't care."

Yes. Neon was right. In the past, he wouldn't have cared. Or perhaps even support Neon, standing among the people who pushed him here.

So, Matcha was silent on that. As if accepting Neon's statement against her. For a moment, Matcha wanted to give up. Especially when someone enters, handing over a striped box that... Matcha is often suspected.

"You should see this." Neon opened the box for him. The man crouched down. There were several pictures of Matcha smiling. "This should make you tormented, right? Your sister's smile."

Neon smiled sarcastically. "How many stabs—how many—did you hurt him? Secretly."

Neon's purpose for doing this is also for him.

"It's not worth the terror that we're giving."

Matcha swallowed hard. Again, she could only cry. Neon, the one she had been looking for, not Violet.

"Even when Matcha drowned, you had time to smile. Crazy." Neon shook his head a few times. "You're doing great, Blue. So quietly antagonistic."

"So did your father," Matcha argued. "So the antagonist is silent."

Neon threw the box behind him. "You're right. You're both evil. I know. So, you should get something in return, right?"

"That terror. You did it for Matcha? Because I didn't help her?" Neon nodded. "Why?"

Very quietly, softly, and painfully. So Matcha asked.

"Why would you defend Matcha the wrong way!?" Matcha had chuckled to herself. She was laughing at herself. "Because Matcha prefers... this way?"

"Yes."

He struggled to breathe. Confused. There was no hope. The guilt was getting higher and higher, making Matcha desperate.

"YON!" Both turned their heads, seeing how Sage stood there with a look of disbelief. 

The man ran over, knocking Neon to the ground, continuing to beat him. "What are you doing, huh?"

Then, after that, the Navy moved towards Green, helping to untie the ropes on the man's body. Green was awake, apparently, and just looked at her deeply. Green heard him. The A man ran towards Matcha even though Neon had pushed him.

Fortunately, Sage and Navy held onto the man. As Green let go of the rope in his hand,. 

They ran out of the room, sneaking around, briefly seeing some of Neon's men fighting with Sky and dozens of his other friends.

Green took him for a ride on the Navy's motorcycle. The man deliberately left the keys on his motorcycle. In the distance, Green heard police sirens, and so gunshots and  So, he slowed down.

However, Green was caught off guard. One motorcycle followed him, different from the one that caught him earlier, hitting him from the side until they both rolled onto the grass at the side of the road. Matcha winced, feeling her chest hurt a lot.

She tried to stand up, but two people immediately got out of the car, pulling her and Green inside.

"MR. BARA!"

Famila's father. Again. Unlike those people earlier,. This time, Matcha didn't move much, didn't scream anything like a Green gone mad. She had completely given up. Especially when the car pulled over to the side of the sea. One man pushed her out. Matcha stared anxiously ahead, looking at Green, who was still trying to escape.

Again, he saw how the waves crashed against the rocks on the ocean side.
It is said that before we die, at the last second, the image of a happy scene will suddenly spin in the mind. That image appeared. From the beginning, Matcha met Blue, her friend, until she was in the past. Some pieces came back. About Neon, her best friend.

Matcha's feet began to hit the coral punctures. As soon as she looked down, the seawater again greeted her.

Matcha's eyes closed, feeling how powerful the push was; then she felt flying and... cold. 

Plunging into the depths of the sea.