Chapter 5 They're back

"As long as you are alert. Never make it public. Your eyes will avoid them. Do not act lightly because of intuition or emotion. in a wrong look, everything turns to ashes," Ezra meaningfully said then placed Maru's briefcase in the bag hanging on the back of her youngest son.

Like a kid.

Others did not know to whom to pay attention, whether it was Ezra's reminder or Maru's reminder not to stop resisting what his mother was doing from time to time wiping sweat.

Even though the others stopped laughing they did not forget what Ezra said. because Nikasha's mood was restless she decided to ask her aunts last night about the names she held.

Regardless of whether it was early in the morning because of what Nikasha showed. Get them a copy so you can study them quickly. But so far they have had no news because the Fornacier couple has not yet returned. The Arcus couple is also absent because of a role the kids have already taken on.

"All right, get in the car. And you're a kid! What are you complaining about?" Ezra rebukes his twenty -year -old son Maru.

Maru didn't answer because he knew he would be embarrassed, he was still the youngest at any angle so that's how Ezra took care of him. They ride that car. Ezra was driving with the triplets and Maru. Avellana, on the other hand, is in another vehicle where Lucas and Zafia are, the driver is their older brother Zaffiro.

They arrived at the school quietly and smoothly. As usual they are still having fun, taking care of the things that need to be fixed to make the program flow smoothly. When they got down, as usual they split up based on the building and who the classmates were. Because Nikasha was the only one the farthest it alone walked the right side where there were fewer people.

After she put the things in her room, she left immediately, she just entrusted the bag to her gay classmates. A variety of students were scattered in every hallway, some looking at her whenever they passed by while others were just busy with what they were doing. But because Nikasha's brain was occupied she no longer paid attention to the things around her, the only thing in her brain were the six people listed on the paper she was holding.

It moved her eyes when she got down to that building again, her eye could not find her colleague Mara, so she decided to take the path to the SSC office.

"Davela and Realubit," she said softly with the two surnames still meeting their eyebrows.

Those two surnames are really familiar, no one can forget those who are good at making various types of bombs at the same time as the Villamor Family. In Zorteo's time when a group had many weapons, everyone would fear you. So that's how Azarcon lifted, but the Villamors were so brainwashed that everything turned upside down.

There are many more things young members don't understand today. The older person emphatically tells them to prioritize the big problem now over knowing what happened in the past.

But the kids are the opposite of that. Children today are no longer confused and hesitant to identify the other group because they do not have enough knowledge of its identity. Nikasha wondered why the people who had witnessed the riot, particularly her uncle, were so stingy when it came to providing information.

"Hi Nikasha! I just updated you on the six transferees, they've been here before. Mara has actually toured then, we haven't notified you because you just doing a lot, "the SSC secretary explained with a smile.

"Is that so? All right. Thank you. Please just take it, everything is fine. You can distribute their schedule later." Nikasha reached for the envelope.

"Oh! Thank you!" smile of gratitude of her interlocutor.

She had turned her back on it and was now wondering what else to do besides keeping an eye on the makers of the booths. Whether she wanted to find her siblings was not possible, but that's how Nikasha stopped when she saw Kelly on the second floor with a woman in the photo she had just seen.

Kelly smiled at her classmates who praised her for her gentle voice, it just looked like the face of the flight attendant as she wanted.

"You may now go Ms. Kelly Villamor," said her professor then she left.

She has nothing to do. She only entered because of the things that needed to be passed. Her shoulder-length hair was carried by the wind to her cheeks, her skin was red and if you looked closely she looked young. Young innocent.

Along the hallway in the second building she was just staring at the large field where the others were hanging flags. She smiled slightly when someone called her and then waved at her. Because of her kindness, she did not wave. No one is angry with her and everyone treats her well. She can even be compared to a Saint.

"You are such a good girl, my daughter. Play carefully, Kelly."

A word coming from her mother resounded in its hearing causing her to stop walking. She is not a coward. She just didn't really grow up like everyone else whose opponent looks at everyone. It is her will to keep the commandments, but there is always a question in her every action. Why does it have to come to this?

As she walked again a woman trimmed her walk. So that's how Kelly looked at this woman.

"Hi!" Kelly's soft greeting smiled at the person next to her.

The woman next to her gave her a smile, a smile as if making friends.

"Do you need anything?" Kelly asked as she didn't seem to mind.

As long as the word that their colleagues often ask comes out of their mouths. The woman turned away and smiled.

"Nothing. I want you to be my friend, you are actually nice," she replied then held out her hand. "My name is Molly Epifania."

Kelly's smile couldn't be erased not because of the woman's introduction, but because she had finally caught the woman Nikasha was talking about. Kelly held out her hand but she did not identify herself. They continued to walk along the hallway while feeling whose air would evaporate first.

"Transferee right?" Kelly breaks into silence.

"Yap!" Molly answered quickly.

Kelly nodded and then looked away.

"Why did you move here? Our school is.... You know," Kelly explained as Molly seemed to understand immediately.

Molly's smile rang out so the two of them met. Eyes hot fighting amid the cold gusts of wind.

"We like adventure. That's why," was the simple but meaningful answer. "How about you, why are you so nice?"

Kelly lost her smile and then stared at Molly intently. "Because my Mom said, I'm a good girl."

Molly's smile faded and then her forehead furrowed.

"Nice to meet you."