There are some of us who are lucky in the world of romance. Not even a few are lucky because they can be loved very much, while the rest have to struggle more to be loved. Sometimes the world is not fair to everyone.
There are also those who are unlucky in love, but lucky in the world of friendship. Having sincere and accepting friends is the best feeling ever. But there are also those who are unlucky in love, friendship, but are so happy because they have a loving family. But what about Sena? Who was never lucky in anything.
Even when he fell for someone. That someone was also in love with another girl. Why is his life so miserable? When will he be able to feel the love, the warmth of affection like everyone else?
"We can't just get stuck there, you idiot. Life is only once. Don't be a loser because you're only stuck with one person who doesn't necessarily appreciate you."
The conversation between the two of them was not over yet. Between Sena and Atthera.
"What do you know about love? I don't think you've ever felt love either," annoyed Atthera.
That's how people are when they fall in love. They cry here and there when they feel heartbroken. But when told to think using logic, argue here and there. That's why Sena hates falling in love, even though he himself has felt it. The first time too!
Sena nodded her head, "Yes, you're right. But at least I have a lot of love for those who love me," she said, but inwardly grimaced. What is love and affection, stupid Sena?
Atthera was seen wetting her lips, "Look Sen. We don't know each other, okay? So you don't have to bother lecturing me on this or that. This is my life please. Not your on business!" she scolded. In front of her, Sena chuckled lightly.
"Maybe we have the best chocolate ice cream, Raa. But she's actually looking for a strawberry one, what do we do?"
Atthera wanted to reply again. But unfortunately Sena had already left the uks, not forgetting with a gentle pat on his shoulder. Leaving Atthera who was actually thinking about the words that came out of her mouth.
"Was that Sena, or the female version of Mario Steadfast?" she muttered in surprise.
Sena didn't know, after he talked to Atthera in the uks earlier, it felt like he was back to his old self. The humble Sena, the Sena that people knew as a good girl, the Sena that liked to listen or give advice to other humans.
No, not that her current self was a form of manipulation or a pretense. She's just trying to form a new personality. Because the old Sena, she had long ago killed.
Sena's footsteps led her to the back garden of the luxurious school. He needed to rest for a while and close his eyes under a tree with an atmosphere that was not hot, and also not cloudy. Sena wanted to enjoy being alone first, despite the fact that she was always alone.
His forehead wrinkled when the place he usually sat, someone occupied. His eyes could not be mistaken, it was Sankara. Complete with a tie tied around the man's head.
It was a lie that Sena now didn't feel nervous about Sankara's presence near him. I don't know when he realized that Sankara had won his heart.
"Do you realize, San, that we are adults who want to return to childhood?"
Hearing the chirping next to her and the movement of someone, Sankara, who was not really sleeping, just closed her eyes and glanced at Sena who was sitting quietly next to her. This girl is like a jailbird! Come uninvited, go unsought.
"Cats do their work eating sleeping, eating sleeping is a lot of love, huh? I'm already considered lazy, have no future, and useless," the girl said, still chirping like a parrot even though there was no response from the human beside her.
"Then you can just be a cat." Sankara finally said. Great! Sena secretly smiled because there would be a topic of conversation between the two of them.
"Interesting. But if I become a cat, I won't be able to disturb your life," he said as he bent his knees and put his chin there.
The two students didn't seem to care that class time had resumed. After all, there was no way the committee members would patrol the back garden, which was so quiet. Especially with the rumors that said that there were many ghosts and residents here. Really a good storyteller.
"If I can choose, I refuse to get to know you Sena," said Sankara, who either said it honestly or just intended to joke. But clearly, this was the first time Sena felt something different in his chest. A sense of tightness maybe?
"You're not the only one, San, who refuses to know or meet me. I myself refuse to be in this damn body," Sena said quietly. There was an implicit word in that sentence that Sankara would never realize forever.
Sankara was silent. His brain was playing the memory where he first met Sena at the beginning of class division. Where the girl accidentally stepped on his shoes because she was in a hurry to find the location of the class.
Sankara remembered very well how innocent and innocent Ansena looked. It seemed that sometimes when he saw Sena now, he couldn't believe that what he saw two years ago was the sweet and cheerful Sena.
She watched Sena from the side, "I don't know if this is just my feeling or not. But it feels like you're not the real Sena, huh?" she asked, making Sena laugh lightly. The girl even hit her on the shoulder.
"Are you crazy? Do you think I'm in a real or fake show? Do you think there's a real show or not? Stress," she sneered, feeling funny about Sankara's question.
"I'm not crazy. You're crazy!" Sankara jabbed the laughing girl in the head.
After her laughter subsided, Sena opened his voice again. This time his tone showed that he was in serious mode.
"Yes, you're right. That cute girl who accidentally stepped on your shoe is really me."
Sankara listened carefully.
"But I'm not a hypocrite, San. Honestly, I realize now that I've changed. I don't respect everyone, I don't trust anyone even if they were once that close to me. Now I only believe that in any condition, there is only myself to accompany."