TWO-Chapter 2

                            The Senders

Karma is real, that’s our existence for

Story by Z.U.M

It depends on yourself. If you do a good thing, then you get a good one. But, if you do a bad thing—you will pay for

your sins.

Preview : Lucas takes a breath, he understands that not every people are the same. It’s natural for Dzaky to feels that way. He just an ordinary teenager that lives a normal life before he got an accident and lost his sight and The Senders interfere with his life. But Lucas had watched him for more than two years, and he knows that this boy was never been broken just like this even though life push him down. So he let him cries as much as he wants—as long as that teenage boy can calm down again.

                            TWO

IT’S been a week since Dzaky finished his mission. Everything is going well except he had mild PTSD symptoms. He still can't get rid of a memory of that day. When he meets that maniac, the way he calls him, and his touch. Everything about it, he can remember it so clear. It's just like engraved in his memory. Like this one—

Dzaky jolts when Yoga pats his shoulder. He looks a bit scares before, “Oh, I’m sorry. I just daydreaming before.”

“Hey, are you okay, Ri? You’re pale.” the tall teenage boy worries, “Do you want to go to the medical room?”

The tiny one shakes his head, “No. I’m okay, Dhi.”

“Are you sure?” Yoga asks again, “Don’t push yourself, it’s PE class. You can tell Ms. Endah if you feel unwell.”

“I’m okay, Yoga Syahmahardhika.” Dzaky sighs, “See? My skin is indeed pale.”

“I'll roll you away if you faint, you understand?”

Dzaky rolls his eyes, “Do as you please.”

They come right before Ms. Endah begins to check the presence of the students. Today, male students have free time while female students having split practice. And as always, the boys are playing football. They make two teams, and according to the rules made by Ms. Endah for her class, none of her students can have free time without training—except you're unwell. That’s why Dzaky must join with them, even though he didn’t good at sport.

After they play for 30 minutes, a few students take a break. Two students who picket today bring mineral for the

other. While some male students still have the energy to continue their match. Dzaky was chatting with Rayhan when a ball hit his temple. It’s not a serious injury, but his sight all dark.

Yoga got a panic attack, “Oy, Ri! Are you okay?”

"Dhi?" With confuses and a bit scares, Dzaky tries to hold Yoga's hand, "Dhika, it's you?"

“It’s not the time for jokes, Dzaky!” Rayhan gets panic too. He waving his hand in front of Dzaky, but that boy

didn’t react. So he half yelling, “Dzaky! You can see me, do you? Please, don’t be kidding me! It’s not funny!”

“I’m not, you imbecile!”

Dzaky kicks his left side and Rayhan yells, “If you’re not, how can you kick me like that?!”

“I can hear your annoying voice.”

“Hey!”

“Stop! Both of you!” Ms. Endah seems so upset.

But she looks at the tiniest student and waving her hands, only to gets Dzaky’s confuses expression with his confuses voice, “Are you there, Ms. Endah?”

That teacher touches her forehead, “UKS (the medicine room,) boy!” she orders.

When Yoga takes Dzaky’s hand, Ms. Endah stops him, “You, tell your president class to continue the study by practice the material that I give her before.”

Yoga nods, “Yes, Miss.”

Silent fills up all their way to the medicine room. After Ms. Endah talks to the school’s medical, she turns back to

her student, "Did you not contact your parents? They can pick you up to get a medical check-up at the hospital."

“I’m sorry, Miss. I leave my phone in my bag.” Dzaky answers while the medic checks his eyes.

The medic pats his head, "Your eyes implant is okay, but you should get a medical check-up, dear."

Dzaky nods, “Thank you, Miss.”

“I’ll make a dispensation letter for you. After my class is over, you can stay here or go back to your dorm.”

“Thank you, Miss. I’m sorry for troubling you.”

“No need, boy!” And then, she leaves the medicine room.

It took five minutes before the woman with a white coat turns the chair and face Dzaky. “Do you want me to call Lucas or Ms. Herlina? I know you don’t want to call your parents.”

“Tell me the truth. How long you think I can keep these eyes?”

“If your eyeballs are broke, you will permanently blind.” She seeks a scare on his eyes, but she can find nothing,

“Don’t you afraid? You will be blind again.”

Dzaky smiles widely, "What should I be afraid of? I was blind before." he chuckles, “It’s all the same.” It’s my karma, his inner starts again.

“Ms. Rosa,” the teenage boy calls to her when he hears a footstep closer. “I hope God will repay your kindness.”

And the door opens with Yoga and Dzaky’s bag on his hand.

Yoga gives greetings, “Good day, Miss.”

“You come to pick this cutie one, my dear?” she points at Dzaky, “He is okay right now. You can take him to the

dorm.”

“Thank you, Miss.” Both of those students give greetings to her before taking their leave.

Dzaky gives his hand, “My bag?”

“You’re patient, so I’ll carry it until we arrive at our room.”

“You are exaggerating, Mahardhika.”

Yoga stops his step when he realizes something, “You can see me?”

The tiny one glances at him, “Of course, imbecile. The doctor said I’m okay, remember?”

Honestly, Yoga has something to asks. But he keeps in silence since he feels that Dzaky didn’t want to tell him. Even though his head almost explodes because there are too many questions about that 1.59-meter boy. Sometimes he feels like he isn’t close enough to him—it makes him feel uncomfortable. Because indeed, Yoga wants his tiny friend will open to him.

Lucas sighs again. You can’t count how many times he sighs since he gets a call from Rosa 4 hours ago. That woman tells him that Dzaky gets an injury. He recalls what Rosa said before, “It’s just a minor injury. But the problem is his eyes. I think he got retinal detachment*.”*

“Retinal detachment,” he mumbles. “Retinal detachment.” he repeats it, “Shit, why she must say retinal detachment?! Did she not know what is that disease?”

He really really want to give a call the teenage boy that makes him feels this way. Maybe he can force him to do some tests and medical check-ups later. Mr. Lucius always has faith in him, so it’s just a piece of cake to drags that tiny boy to the ophthalmologist. And Lucas can beg his mother to handle Dzaky’s second eye surgery by herself. It can reduce the possibility of retinal detachment to him.

Lucas sighs again. He feels so bad, “What should I do as one of The Senders…”

Also as a young doctor, he feels useless—because he can’t save someone.

Lucas was still in his gloomy mood when a nurse slams the door. She smiles widely, but her aura is full of pressure. “How dare you give my little honey bun such a filthy mission, Lucas Iskariot?” Risa, that woman looks so upset, “Shouldn’t you be the one who knows how innocent he is? And he just 16!”

“He’s 17, Risa. He is on his legal age.”

“Legal age my ass! He is still too young for this!”

Lucas glares at her, “And what about a member that join us a year before? She’s 16 and she can do such a thing.”

“They’re not the same.” She glares at Lucas too, “She’s different. We know that she joins us is just because of she

loves killing people and make justice as the reason.”

“Stop it, Risa. He is not your son.”

“No, he is! I have responsibility for Dzaky both as himself and Saber.” Risa emphasizes her sentence, “And who gives me the responsibility on him is Ms. Herlina herself.”

“I said, stop it, woman!” Lucas’s voice trembles deeply. “I also have responsibility for him. Because I’m his mentor.”

Risa shivers with angry, “I will talk to Ms. Herlina.”

“She said his eyes are not for free.”

Risa stops her step, “What?” Her eyes wide with don’t believe face, “You liar.”

“It depends on you to believe in me or not.” Lucas turns his attention to his papers, “You can leave if you’re done here.”

And she slams the door again.

                        ***

THE teenage girl swings around on a pole and lands on the ground. Then, she runs so fast, past a few blocks of a huge box.

Dini, that girl, checks on her phone and it’s still no message or anything. She feels so bored without any mission for

almost two weeks. Last time she hears an interesting mission had finished by a newbie. And she knows who that newbie is. Actually, they quite close because her boyfriend is his close friend. But she never thought that he can do that mission. He even gets PTSD after that, but still act like it's nothing. Dini wants to laugh at him, but she can't. Because of that boy have a lot of bodyguards who really loyal to him.

While she wipes her sweat, Yoga sends her a message, ‘I’m sorry, Dini. Tomorrow I have a math test. We can’t go on a date today.’

She pouts her lips, “Ah, just tell me that you chose that boy rather than me, babe.” Dini sends a voice note and

turns off her phone, then she continues her parkour practices.

Seeing his friend in a bad mood, the tiny teenage boy asks, “Who?”

Yoga sighs, “My girlfriend, of course.”

“Nah, don't tell me she gets jealous because I monopoly her bf on Friday night.”

“She never, I guess.”

Dzaky chuckles and slaps Yoga’s shoulder, “Aaw, poor of you.”

Yoga mumbles, “Sometimes I feel like I have two lovers.”

“What?” the tiny boy grins, “Did you say something, babe?” then he laughs so loud.

Yoga slaps Dzaky’s hand and that teenage boy still laugh when he said, “Even though we are the last human in the world, I’ll never want to be yours. We can’t produce a baby, btw.” and his laugh louder.

Yoga's gaze softens sees his friend laughs like usually. But he can’t avoid that he is worry to him. Just a week ago Dzaky goes to the hospital for a medical check-up and he didn't say anything. It's not his place to interfere, but he can't help but still worry. Not just because of his eyes, his new little habit that similar to mild PTSD.

And unconsciously, he pulls Dzaky’s arm, “What are you afraid, Ri?” He straight stares at his ashen gray eyes.

“What do you mean, Dhi?” that tiny teenage boy look confuses. “I’m afraid of my God and my father, of course. Oh, and Ms. Mic when she guards the gate every morning-”

“You know it’s not what I meant.” He serious this time, “Tell me what happened? You often daydreaming lately. And

you always jolt when other men touch you.”

Yoga's question is like triggers on Dzaky's head. He automatically recalls a memory about that maniac. Dzaky's

heart races like crazy, and he tries so hard to take a breath normally. He even grips his arms so tight. But as always, his lips say another thing, "It's nothing, Dhi. I'm okay."

"You lie to me." Yoga whispers to himself.

“You didn’t believe me, don’t you?” Dzaky asks without glances at his friend.

The taller one sighs, “Just don’t force to be someone else in front of me, Ri. You can be honest with me.”

I hope so, Dzaky’s inner chuckles in hopeless. He wants to tell everyone that he was trapped in the vicious circle and he can’t run away. But he can’t. If he does, then he can’t guarantee the safety of his family.

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