Exactly

Early in the morning when the dew entered the pores, Zefa stepped out of the gate of the house to the nearest stop from her house.

He deliberately left the morning before Clara finished her cooking because exactly today she had to avoid Joshua as much as possible.

While waiting for the bus to arrive, he tucked earphones into his ears to play music and played his favorite Rubik's game. Zefa deliberately ignored Joshua's message yesterday and at exactly 17.00 the man did not send her any more messages.

The smell of smoke from the bus entered Zefa's nostrils, her legs climbing the stairs of the bus and sitting in one of the passenger seats.

He realized that he had been waiting for half an hour for this bus to arrive. It didn't matter if he wasn't one of the students who came in the morning because not meeting Joshua this morning was enough for him.

And right at 06.30, he arrived at his desired destination. All high school students entered through the school gates, including Zefa. he stepped to his feet a little hesitantly but surely.

Zefa always convinced herself that 'everything will be fine until her confidence vanished instantly. When he sees other disciples appear to swarm and negative thoughts enter his mind just like that.

"Oh shit! Is that Maria again? Aish that girl!" In a hurry, he approached the crowd. At that time, both eyes were perfectly round when they saw a person who was no stranger to him lying on the ground in his lifeless state.

Zefa's mind became more and more ruthless after seeing the thick red liquid seeping into the ground. He realized that his phobia of blood was taking over his mind until he reflexively closed his mouth.

Regulating the tempo of the breath that is difficult to exhale, he also tries to control the great vibrating hands.

"W-what is this." Zefa's voice vibrated terribly as she saw the color of the flower, which was supposed to be white, turn red with the rush of blood coming out of one of the disciples.

He deliberately backed away to get away from the area, however, he was hit when his back hit someone.

"What's going on here?" The baritone's voice was heard right behind Zefa and the figure behind him began to walk closer to the crowd accompanied by a sharp gaze directed at him before he turned back to the front, without saying a word to Zefa.

Zefa's eyes followed every step of the man's feet until his tall body disappeared into the crowd of disciples.

He tried to hide his fear in the melody of music that sounded melodious in his ears. 'Is brother Joshua angry?' Q ~

"Zefa, do you know if any students were killed?" A girl's loud voice was clearly in Zefa's ear, she focused her attention on Mary who was sitting on the front bench. It would be a lie if he was not curious about the student who was killed earlier.

"Me-indeed he was killed by whom?" Zefa looked at Maria with a serious look.

"From the news, I heard he was killed by a man wearing a red hoodie, seen from the CCTV on the roof of the school. And the student who was killed, you know?"

"Yes, he is the Son."

"I feel awkward in this case as if all this has been carefully planned by the killer so as not to leave a trace. The killer makes the Son look like he jumped out of a building."

After hearing the explanation from Maria, Zefa's mind was confused in her wild imagination.

A video of the murder was so clearly depicted in his brain that it silenced him. In her silence, the sound of a message notification from her cell phone was heard up to Maria's ear.

"Who's Fa?" Mary asked, tilting her face towards Zefa.

"I don't know." Before she opened the message, Zefa tried to control her breathing rate, and just as her thumb pressed the name of one of the messages her heartbeat started beating fast. 'I will keep an eye on you, marked red hoddie'

"Red hoddie? He's using a pseudonym?" he muttered softly. Zefa was silent and thought for a moment, she tried to remember the awkwardness that was happening at the moment.

'The son was killed by a man wearing a red hoodie and the message was also in the name of red hoddie which has the same meaning ... the killer is the same person.'

Zefa's hand trembled again as she stared at her cell phone screen. Seeing Zefa trembling with fear after seeing the message made Maria ask, "What's in it?" "Ah, it's okay."

Zefa immediately hid her cell phone in a drawer so that Maria would not know the contents of the message inside. 'I will not involve you.'

Zefa began to grin to make Maria believe him. Maria narrowed her eyes because she was suspicious of Zefa's strange attitude, she had never seen Zefa's attitude which seemed to be scared like this.

'There must be something hidden, but what is it?' Seeing the expression on Maria's face made Zefa understand what her friend was thinking, he also knew that Maria was suspicious of him but, Zefa could not do anything.

Because, if he wants Agus, Maria, and Joshua not to have the same fate as Putra, he must remain silent.

"Fa!" The baritone's shouts startled Zefa until she woke up from her Laumann. Right in the middle of the door, his friend Agus was waving his hand and then walking towards him along with Maria.

"Where are you from, Gus? If the break always disappears, just like that," said Maria.

"Looking for a girl." Banana milk was placed by Agus in front of Zefa and the man sat next to Maria.

"Wow, there is a lot of police out there," said Agus.

"Oh yes? It's so bad, maybe they killed our high school students, right?" Maria turned to Agus and Zefa. Zefa just nodded wearily, in her mind still imagining the message last night and now she saw the answer to the message.

"Well, that's true. Even though Putrakan is not a rich person," said Agus.

"Maybe it's his fault." Zefa tried to soothe herself with a box of banana milk. 'To be sure, the killer will kill me too slowly,' he thought with a serious look.

To Be Continued...