SICKENED
episode 6

"i think in the future you can protect me. I think I can also produce a superior seedling" Kenzo said what?. I really don't know the direction of the conversation.

"do you know what just happened?" ask kenzo with a serious look. I'm shaking.

"so if you don't faint and we're still crossing maybe we're gone now" I fell silent. Whatdoes thatmean?.

"why did we wait for the green light to cross?" ask kenzo again. I nodded. "all of a sudden you fell unconscious. I thought you were exhausted so I took you to your house. But that's why we both survived"

"can't you just telephoto?" kenzo shut his mouth again. He abandoned his intention to speak.

"so the point was there was an accident and everyone who crossed no one survived. There were also several other injured. Many cars were destroyed and the severity of the truck that hit the car in front of him as well as the cause of the accident exploded when hit by the sidewalk"

"that bad?"

"yes"

"i suggest you tomorrow by another way" I said spontaneously.

"why?"

"the road must be closed"

Kenzo. Maybe he thinks that I'm warning him because it has something to do with spiritual things. A little bit sure Kenzo knew that I could see something no one else saw. It's not really a secret either.

Even at school that has the same ability as me is also quite a lot. Even some can see because of the descendants of his family.

***

The clock has shown ten o'clock at night. But I haven't fallen asleep yet. Today I feel confused about myself. What I saw was the future.

It feels too much if I conclude it like that. But everything I saw happened shortly after that. But I dismissed the thought of saying it was the future.

Humans have limited abilities. There is no great man. Humans excel in only a few things that make them stand out. However, it is undeniable that sometimes there are a handful of humans who have hidden terrible abilities.

But still I don't believe that humans can see the future. A prophecy? It actually never existed. All that happens is mere coincidence to man, who is already determined by the power.

So I guess this whole thing is just a coincidence. A terrible coincidence that really happened around me for the umpteenth time. I stopped thinking and decided to go to sleep.

***

The next morning I went the other way. I've guessed the road to the school is closed after watching the news. When looking at the location of the incident filled with blood that dried on the asphalt as well as car ringsek that has not been moved.

I could immediately feel an inexplicable energy. Closed roads are better to avoid unwanted things. Although in the end I have to take public transportation because of the distance of my house with the school if the other way so much further.

Arriving at school I walked into the gate as usual. Many students and students who went back and forth discussed the accident that had just happened yesterday.

Reportedly there is one victim who is still a school with me. He was also one of the victims who died on the spot. I got that information from Kenzo who just called me on the landline.

I didn't have a cell phone after I slammed it at the time. But I don't mind it too much. For me, mobile phones are not so important.

When I arrived in class I was surprised by something different. A student sitting with a shirt and a head covered in blood. So the crash victim was a student in my class?. I didn't realize it.

But for others the bench was empty. He went to school as usual. No one felt strange about him. He doesn't seem to realize that he's dead.

I sat down and took out a notebook. Research each note and reread it. I have no other job than to do this.

Kenzo is coming. He dragged the empty stool whose occupants had not yet come and sat beside me. He waited for me to finish checking my writing.

After closing the book. Kenzo was preparing to ask me various things. It was predictable that his face was filled with curiosity.

"you're indigo since when?"

"not too long ago" I replied as is.

"the answer is dong"

"since class 2 smp" kenzo mangosteen mangosteen.

"you see this fine creature here?" he asked with a curious but fearful look. I let out a breath.

"where?"

"alongside me" kenzo immediately flirted. He still didn't realize that what I meant was himself.

When he knew what I meant was him. Kenzo snorted exasperatedly. However, even so he still did not move from his current seat.

"seriously dong!"

"hmm.." I sighed resignedly. Kenzo if already curious level sucks so many times.

"don't sit on an empty bench in the corner. It seemed empty but there was actually someone sitting there" I finally told kenzo. I started to care about him?. I laugh at myself in my heart.

Kenzo returns a mangosteen. When he asked Kenzo to deny his intention. He closed both his lips. I don't know what he's gonna say. Kenzo very reliably hid his true facial expression.

Kenzo stood up from his seat as someone called out to him. I refocused on the activities I had done before.

***

I didn't go home to school today. I took the time to stop by the bookstore. I'm not alone. Kenzo is following me again. He seemed enthusiastic when he saw many new books lined up.

The head of the model class was indeed unpredictable. His attitude often changes only because of small things. Even so I let him. I focused on my goal, picked up some books I needed and paid for them. When I finished I went home.

Kenzo didn't go home right away. He stopped by my house to eat. I never knew about his family or wanted to know. He's too complicated to guess.

When I got to the front of the house there was a package lying in front of the door. Kenzo took it when my name was written on it. After entering Kenzo immediately opened the package with a look of curious face.

I didn't order any packages this late. But I let kenzo open it. After the protective wrap opened it turned out to be a cell phone. With a small note attached to it. I read that note.

'do not often slam or throw away hp. Grandpa same grandma started poor' I squealed. Those two guys I don't know the way he thinks. But I let it go.

"wah grandpa with your grandma is very considerate. So want to be his granddaughter" Kenzo said spoiled pretentiously.

"there's no vacancy for that" kenzo chuckled at my answer.

I went to the kitchen to cook while Kenzo moved into the living room to watch tv. Kenzo at the end of the day was acting with respect to me.

I don't know why I feel so ordinary. Kenzo laughed crisply when he saw the tv show he was playing on. What's that funny? I don't know all the boring tv shows in my eyes. Nothing interesting at all.

I opened the fridge. It turns out that a lot of food is gone. Should I look for a job? I know Grandpa always supply my needs by sending pocket money every month. The amount is good, although not much.

10 Million per month plus the allowance given by papa 20 million per month. Financially I have no shortage. But somehow there's always a hole that makes me feel empty and lonely.

But what if that guy suddenly stopped sending me money. Although I always save and save but it is undeniable that the money I collect will run out someday.

After cooking and serving it on the table. Without me calling Kenzo sitting on the dining table chair. Kenzo stood up and went to the sink to wash his hands.

After that he came back. And immediately eat the food I cooked. So is this what it's like to eat with someone? A happy feeling arrived knocking and touching my defensive veil. I can't do more than this.

I had to put up a stronger boundary so that no one else could cross it. I hated myself when I started to open the door for others to enter. I really hate him.

The line must remain so that no one can pass through it. The line I made of my own volition was not due to coercion. A line that can keep me from getting hurt again.

I don't know why this time it felt so heavy. Though I used to cut my ties with people who tried to approach me. Be rude so they don't want to remember my name anymore.

I promised myself I would never trust anyone again. But why this time there's one me that says, 'you can't be like that. Not everything you see is the truth'.

Have I been misjudging all this time? I guess not. I'm just too tired to be alone. I'm tired of lying to myself. I think what I've been doing all this time is nothing.

"why do you keep pinning me down? You know I don't like that, right?" ask me a moment after I finish my lunch.

"i know, but I don't care either" Kenzo replied. He took the piece of fruit, then put it in his mouth.

"meaning?" ask me not to understand.

"i know you don't feel comfortable. But I don't care. Why should I care about that?" kenzo grimaced as blood began to drip from his eyes like a cry.

"i will continue to make you uncomfortable. I want you to see something that people call 'not comfortable' forever" kenzo coughed. He vomited a lot of blood.