Matcha looked in the classroom mirror along the way as Green tried to get her to gather quickly at the Aksara Sastra secretariat, telling her she had to come immediately because the regular meeting was about to begin. Then she saw the large sign for Bakti Raya High School in front of the park, on the side of the small street she and Green were now walking on, and Matcha's speculation grew stronger.

Matcha had been to this school once when Blue-her step-sister-asked Matcha to watch Blue in a drawing event. Bakti Raya High School was hosting. Blue won and got money, praise, gifts from Ira and her father, and other things Matcha never had.

At that time, Matcha immediately thought that life being Blue was particularly good because the girl looked lucky in any way. However, she also didn't expect to... be in Blue's body now. Her face had become round, the mole on her nose was also gone, plus she was wearing glasses that made her uncomfortable.

Matcha remembered very well. She had just opened the package, played the puzzle, and was suddenly in front of Blue's locker. So, the puzzle must have been the problem!

"It took you so long to get the book, Ru," Green protested. "Wait for the wood to grow first!?"

"The meeting is different now. I'm excited, I want to rush back," Green said again. Green's grip slipped as he approached the secretariat, where an inscription in Aksara Sastra hung above the wooden door.

Matcha didn't respond to anything. He glanced at Green briefly, then simply ran off. When Green turned his head and was about to speak again, his mouth had opened tightly closed again, only briefly. Before Green shouted at Blue very loudly again.

"BLUE!"

Matcha kept running, not caring at all, and boarded the bus at the bus stop in front of the school to the Haryaka University dormitory. As Matcha entered through the north gate that led directly to the dormitory, Matcha's steps stopped at the side of a palm tree.

The post office is still located near the gate. However, the dormitory she lived in was still an empty courtyard. There was only one building that she knew to be the old dormitory-dormitory I-still standing firmly beside it. When she saw the security guard, it wasn't Mr. Awan sitting there. Instead, it was the security guard with the wide mustache, the old security guard.

Matcha was still breathing heavily, adjusting the strap of a bag that she thought was very female, a small pink backpack with a watermelon hanger given by her father when Blue won a drawing event at the National level, which Matcha was jealous of.

Afterward, Matcha hurriedly ran in the direction of the Haryaka High School dormitory-Matcha's high school at the time-which was near the campus. She only needed to cross the road and walk for a short while and would immediately see the main gate with the words Haryaka High School on each side of the gate wall flanking the black scrap metal.

Matcha continued to pace her way to the room in the bottom corner, even though there were still a few students wandering around the school who gave her confused looks at the sight of her uniform.

Matcha opened the door hurriedly as soon as she arrived.

"How?" Sisil looked surprised. The girl with her hair still down to her shoulders was lying on the top mattress. The atmosphere was still the same. The room was not much different from her dormitory in college. "Looking for Matcha stuff, Ru?"

Matcha nodded. As she remembered, Blue was familiar with all of Matcha's roommates. Even more familiar with Blue than her, considering Blue often came here every Sunday to visit Matcha. Blue was a typical person who got along very easily.
She hurriedly searched the closet and study table in the corner of the room, but no matter how long Matcha searched to the ends, she found no sign of the puzzle there. The mobile phone from her uniform pocket vibrated, which Matcha picked up immediately after leaving the dormitory.

Sisil asked, "Already?"

However, he simply ignored it.

"The collection is finished. Just go straight home." That was Sky. She just heard the man's voice again. "Where are you now?"

"Go," he replied briefly.

"Which way?"

After that question, she heard Sky speaking softly, muttering Violet's name. Matcha turned as she exited the gate, looking up, finding the Edufair poster displayed near the gate. 2019.

Huh.

That time.

No wonder she wasn't in her room and Sky was still dealing with Violet. So to see her own body, Matcha walked hurriedly to the bus stop again after disconnecting the call. Then got off at the stop near University Haryaka Hospital. Where Green had been treated last night, as well as....

As Matcha stepped into the VIP hospitalization room, there was her body lying weakly on the bed with a tube in her nose, looking at herself very weak. She could only see from the outside, through the small glass in the center of the door.
There was one thing that surprised Matcha the most, the presence of Green who had just deposited a white daisy on the table, holding Matcha back from entering.

"Hi, Cha. I just got back from school, after a meeting. You should give me another box of milk as a reward for fighting my laziness. Strawberry flavor, Cha. It's delicious," Green said as he adjusted his hair.

It turned out that the man liked the milk box he gave him. In fact, the last time Matcha loved when they were in the stands of the Haryaka High School field, after the meeting of the two schools to compete, Green had said,

"Very pink, huh? Strawberry? Do you really have to?"

Green chuckled, as if amusing himself.

"Wake up soon, Cha. Our strawberry milk box isn't full yet," he said again as he sat on the chair in front of the bed and took out a neck pillow, lying there while staring at his body's face for quite a while before closing his eyes, fast asleep. Green's face looked tired. This was the first time he had seen that expression.

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"Blue?"

Matcha had just arrived home. At first, she wanted to go back to the school dormitory, but what else could she do? Today, she played the role of Blue. Tomorrow too, she'll be back, right? So, Matcha chose to go home. The play would end soon. She didn't have to deal with her papa, who was still alive this year, or Ira, who was often unfriendly to Matcha.

"Yes," she replied as she hurried upstairs.

However, "Going to Matcha's room?"

The words of Ira, who was sitting on the sofa with Aryan, brought her back to her senses. So, Matcha went back downstairs and entered Blue's room, closing the door tightly. There was a picture of the two of them on the study table as Matcha sat on the bed facing the table.

Matcha's sigh went up as she heard her father's voice talking to Ira. The warm conversation became an extraordinarily strong stab for Matcha.

Her body lay on the bed. Staring at the ceiling of the room. Until her eyes closed slowly, muttering that tomorrow she would definitely return and would finish her unfinished task.

However, her eyes snapped open again when she heard the alarm blaring loudly, prompting Matcha to glance at the clock. It was six in the morning, but what she was focusing on now, was the atmosphere of the room. The first thing she saw was the same study table as last night. Then the photo. There were many things that were still very much the same.

Matcha spontaneously stood up, immediately opening the window. There was Green's house in front of her, and even the man's motorcycle was parked neatly in front, being started.

"I'm still... here?"