Matcha glanced around the room as soon as she turned around. Observing every object that looked suspicious. She had come as Blue. There should be, here, at least one sign as a bright spot during Matcha's current despair.

Realizing that keeping quiet would never work, Matcha searched through every drawer, bag, anything in this room like a madman. No matter what, even if she wanted to live to be Blue, Matcha had to go back. She didn't want to be in this year. A year of sadness for her, as well as those closest to Matcha.

Until standing in front of the black cupboard at the end of the room, Matcha sighed, looking up, trying to neutralize her suddenly tight chest. Then she opened the closet, looked at Blue's hanging clothes, went downstairs, there was a small drawer there.

Matcha crouched down, grabbed the box hastily, and opened it. There was one shabby piece of paper with a striking Sundanese script at the top. Matcha's gaze kept scrolling.

Fortunately, when she was still in the village in West Java, Matcha had learned Sundanese characters at school and with her grandmother. Although now she didn't really memorize everything, at least, Matcha still had a little idea.

She read the bottom text: the puzzle will be stored in the puzzle shop of life. The shop will be visible in the eyes of the original owner of the access card.

Puzzle shop? Access card?

It's really complicated.

In fact, Matcha going here is quite easy.

"Blue! Are you awake?" asked Ira from behind the door. "You should go to school now, Darling."

Now Matcha stood up at the shout just now, she looked at the school uniform hanging in Blue's closet that she had only half closed, then checked her mobile.

Thursday.

"Yes."

Matcha only replied briefly. It only took her a few minutes to get ready. No need to take as long as Blue who spent almost half an hour just getting dressed. Once outside, the spotlight and cameras immediately attacked Matcha. Her feet stepped back that second, her eyes closed spontaneously.

"We're filming again. The ratings were up last time," Aryan whispered as he approached her, pulling her to eat. However, Matcha roughly released the hold. Papa gave her an astonished look, though it soon turned into a glare.

Matcha was defiant, with a look of distaste on her face. "Dad, I don't want to."

Then she saw Ira, who was still holding the plate, looking surprised. Even as the cameramen looked on, Matcha grinned. As if her revenge had been successful.

She has a not-to-be-missed opportunity during her time here to ruin papa's image, just as her mother's image was ruined by father, even after died.

"I don't like setting up videos!" she said loudly, about to leave the house, but Tante Ira held her back by standing in front of Matcha with a sweet smile. "What else, anyway?"

"Let's eat first, shall we? I'm sorry about your stomach. You haven't taken your medicine yet."

Matcha glared. What a drug. She missed it once; it wouldn't kill her.

"Mom is still happy to pretend to be nice. Just because the camera is here." Matcha glanced at her father. "Dady too. You're so busy filming, making videos with your real family, that you forget how the other child feels every time he sees this."

"BLUE!"

Matcha won, despite only hearing that snapping sound.

Especially with father moving closer to her. His hand came up, slamming on her cheek. Matcha closed her eyes, pretending to whimper in pain. In fact, for her, this slap was quite common, to the point that it didn't feel.

"Thanks, you know, Dad, for the slap."

Aryan looked like he was about to speak, his mouth open, but Ira held his hand and jerked his chin forward. There was Green standing stiffly in the middle of the doorway, carrying an ash bag.

"Wih, filming, Uncle?" he asked very tritely. Green's smile broadened. "I'm on TV, right?"

"You can go now, it's okay. Don't forget to take your medicine." Auntie Ira was still holding her Father's hand, he smiled and nodded.

Matcha looked at him sarcastically. Not forgetting to glare as she left the house and walked towards Green's motorcycle after pulling the man's bag to leave quickly. Once Green's motorcycle drove on the road that was already a little far from the house, Matcha smiled. Her grudge was slightly avenged.

"Is that shop new?" asked Matcha when she saw a shop with a glass door on the side of the street.

"It's been a while!" Green shouted back. "Want to buy something first?"

Matcha didn't answer, refocusing on other shops as they drove on. There were hundreds of shops they passed by, but when she asked about a shop, she thought was unfamiliar, Green kept replying that it was an old shop. Green could still see all the shops. That is, there was no puzzle shop from all the shops he mentioned earlier.

15 minutes from home, Green's bike was parked in the school parking lot.

"You often pick up Blue!" she asked as the two of them walked to the classroom corridor. Matcha's hand shot up to smack Green on the back as he nodded, letting out a long silent groan. Green winced, looking at her in horror.
"Why, anyway?"

Instead of answering, Matcha hissed. As Sky called Blue's name repeatedly. Until the man with bisected bangs stood right in front of them, blocking the way. Sky was holding two dark blue HVS papers and a motorcycle key with a watermelon hanger.

"We're leaving for Haryaka High School now," Sky reported.
Matcha's brow furrowed. She already looks like Matcha? So, now Sky is waking her up because Green brought Matcha here on a whim?

"Meeting, Blue."

Yeah.

Matcha's hopes were dashed. Her expectations were wrong.

"You're the chairman," Green said as he folded his arms and leaned against the corridor pole. "So what?"

Sky looked away briefly. Looking nervous, which made Matcha look at them in turn.

"I'm the student council representative, Blue is the US representative."

Oh.

"I'm coming, too," Green teased.

However, that didn't work for Sky. The man immediately pulled his hand to hurry away. Leaving Green who shouted greetings to the other administrators there.

While on the road, neither Sky nor Matcha opened their voices. She preferred to comment on Sky's bike; I swear it's bad. The seat was too high, different from Green's bike.

"Is it okay to carry my bag like that?" asked Matcha after they had reached the side of the Haryaka High School gate, parking lotqq, then they had to walk uphill to reach the school building.

"It's okay."

Matcha nodded. As they exited the parking lot, right by the iron gate, Matcha reflexively stopped when she saw the shop in front of the school. She had just seen it. Even though this year, Matcha was unconscious, she clearly still knew that back then... the store was not there. Instead, it was an empty courtyard that was rumored to be an additional building for Haryaka High School.

"Sky, Sky!" Matcha's hand waved quickly to the side, telling Sky back there to hurry over to her. "Did you see that shop?"

Sky's eyes narrowed. "Where?"

"That!"

Matcha's index finger pointed to a shop with hanging plants, a black poster on the windowpane, and white chairs stretching out in front of the shop.

"Store... what? There's no store."
Matcha smiled, about to run across the street, but right near the zebra crossing, Matcha's pace slowed, until it came to a full stop and half-bent. Matcha's chest hurt increasingly, making her grimace, staring at the shop for a long moment, before... her vision began to change, darkening.

"BLUE!"