There was nothing more important to Matcha than herself after waking up from a coma after the world had slapped her with many painful realities. Whatever tragedy happened around her, it would not affect Matcha. She would stay quiet, taking care of herself, not caring about anything. However, today, for the first time Matcha reflected on that.

In the nine years she had been with Blue, Matcha found out that the girl had heart failure, due to her selfishness, her unwillingness, and her indifference.

Doctor Kia said, "Eat the medicine. You'll get better, Blue."

The 40-year-old woman with square lens glasses tried to instill positive affirmations in her, rubbing her hands gently. Matcha should be like that too, right? Instead of helping, he aggravated Blue's illness. Moreover, she said, Blue rarely took medicine for a long time because he was pessimistic that he would not recover.
Is this why Blue disappeared?

Matcha caught her breath at the thought.

Half an hour ago, all Matcha had been doing was sitting on a chair in front of the hospital, looking down, linking fingers. Before one hand slid in front of Matcha. She looked up, to find Green smiling a simple smile.

"Going back together?" asked Green, glancing at Matcha's flushed nose. His two hands went into his jacket pockets after that. "I just met Matcha. If she sees you like this, she'll be angry."

No.

Green lied. With her attitude at that time, Matcha would not be angry. Instead, will Matcha be ... happy?

"Why do you show up in front of me so often, anyway?" muttered Matcha in disgust.

Green was stunned, gaping, then covered his mouth, pointing at Matcha with the other hand, very exaggerated.

"I was kind enough to pick you up from Sky, you know, Ru."

Matcha did not respond to Green's earlier reply, standing up and walking hurriedly to the hospital courtyard until Green had to run a little after her.

It only took them 20 minutes to get home. Jakarta's afternoon rush trapped them longer on the road. Fortunately, Green babbled on and on, not boring Matcha too much.

Before entering, Matcha turned back, albeit hesitantly, preventing Green from going home first. There was one question that she had been holding back.

"I... can I ask you a question?" asked Matcha, scratching her temple.

It was a little embarrassing for Matcha to ask, but who cared? Now she was in Blue's body. So, she could ask frankly, right?

Green's eyes narrowed, seeming to feel strange about Matcha's request for permission. In the end though, Green gave a small nod, turning the car key back, the sound of the engine shutting off.

"What do you want to ask first?" Green craned his head, pushing aside the small hairs that blocked his forehead as he looked in the rearview mirror. "Don't ask me about tomatoes being a fruit or vegetable again. I'm sick of it."

"If for example." Matcha looked at Green who nodded, then cleared his throat. She pointed at herself with her forefinger. "I'm Matcha, not Blue. You... would be like this too?"

Green looked at him as if: the truth. He raised two eyebrows.

"Ah, I thought what the hell." Green's car started up again, then raised the windshield halfway. Before leaving, the man had time to look at Matcha, "You must know the answer."

Afterward, Green just left, entering the house's carport, and waltzing through the door on the side of the carport casually while carrying a school bag. Then she saw Wira who walked to the side of the car, just getting off the motorcycle. His clothes were still very formal, a navy shirt and a black tote bag, looking like he had just gotten off work. He looked down, then his face turned red, looking angry.

"GREEN!" shouted Wira, making Green immediately come out with an apple in hand, about to devour it. However, "THIS IS MY FATHER'S CAR WHAT ARE YOU DOING AGAIN?"

Green glanced in the direction of Matcha's house. She hurriedly ran into the house, knowing full well that Green was asking her for help with that look of horror.

"ANYONE HELP ME, MY FATHER IS FIERCE!"

Green shouted again from outside. Matcha only peeked through the window of the room, her navy curtains opened slightly, seeing Green being chased by Om Wira while carrying a broom.

Green ran to the carport of Matcha's house, seeking refuge by hiding behind the back of papa who had just gotten out of the car, his gaze very pleading as if he was being chased by a criminal.

"What did you do again?" asked Papa in disgust as he looked back slightly. "What else is broken this time?"

"Car," squeaked Green. His two hands grabbed the sides of his papa's shirt. "Dad's car got scratched, Om, when I brought it to play. I'm staying here, okay?"

YES.

Matcha closed the curtains as soon as she heard it, already tired of hearing Green's complaints that he often broke Om Wira's things. The man's hands had super strength or perhaps a hidden hammer.

She moved up to the bed, accidentally glancing at the blue box still on the table, blocked by the bookcase, thinking about the store again made it hard to sleep. So, the next day, Matcha went back there, mortgaging Blue's school time. The store was still there, still very much the same as the last time Matcha had seen it yesterday.

Matcha tried to get closer, peeking briefly through the window, afraid of danger. However, the next second, she ventured to open the wooden door with glass in the center slowly, making the bell behind the door ring, until the door opened wide slowly.

As soon as Matcha entered, two photo hangers on the wall bothered her to keep staring at the photo image of her as a child, with Blue-right behind the elongated display case, then a puzzle like the package of that time, and a few more posters on the left and right sides.

"Hello!"

"Oh ... !"

Matcha spontaneously retreated, seeing the fear of a woman in a chocolate art hat who had just emerged from behind the display case, her body tall, even taller than Matcha, her hair tied up like the mothers who were often in cake shops.

"You are sensitive to this shop." He smiled. She raised two hands. "I am Ayu. Call me Grandma Ayu. How is it? Is the shop good?"

NICE GRANDMA'S EYES.

Matcha squinted, pressing her elbow into the display case, only to be stared at by Grandma Ayu as she pointed to the words 'Do Not Press' on the left side of the display case. Turns out there was a sign in this shop in the middle of nowhere, too.

"Okay." He lowered his hand again - rather than complicate things - and looked back at Nenek Ayu. "Puzzle! I want it now."

"Now?" asked Grandma Ayu. Matcha nodded. "Really?"

"Yes!"

"Okay." Grandma Ayu's smile appeared. She picked up the box under the display case. There were two boxes there. Matcha's eyes lit up as the box was deposited on top of the display case, like a child who had just gotten a present, before Grandma Ayu pulled it back again, making Matcha blink, staring intently at the box she was slowly hugging.
"But there are conditions."

WHAT THE HELL, AH!