Luccane
Chapter 34: Return to Routine

After finishing my breakfast reluctantly, I headed to college on a motorcycle as usual.

Because the class I attended today was not too early, eating the road I had to take was not so crowded that I could drive the speed of my motorcycle a little faster.

After I got home from the hospital, just in case, the doctor had prescribed a special medicine that I should take one day twice during the recovery period so that my injuries were completely healed perfectly.

Shortly after riding on my motorcycle, I finally managed to arrive safely at the campus parking lot.

I deliberately parked my motorbike in the parking lot in front of the Faculty of Engineering, closer to my class today.

Both of my legs inched into the campus area, quite nervous after a long time of not setting foot here.

Realizing my existence on campus, friends who had arrived at the class welcomed my arrival with various kinds of excitement.

Someone hugged me tightly, rubbed my head or just congratulated me while shaking my hand.

I could see that they were all doing this very sincerely, enough to make me feel a little moved.

Just this time I've felt this sincere friendship my whole life.

I've missed this social environment so much, the environment that made me insist on staying here even though I didn't know what else was going to happen to me in the future.

But in my heart I always hoped that my life after this would be better.

"Where is the former operation? Is it okay?" dimas asked after I sat the bag on my desk.

"Udah is better. I only need control once a week for a month" I said with a smile.

Dimas nodded reverently, allowing me to sit next to him while the rest of the friends were still busy crowding me.

I love having friends who are as compact and very considerate as they are.

Even though I don't have as many friends as other majors, I'm still grateful they're so good and compact like this.

During my time in the hospital, they came to visit me with various hands.

"Gue's relieved that you're finally back in college, Visha. Finally I have a steady friend again," Carly, who had just come to hoard, sat down next to Dimas with a smile.

"Good morning guys, let's start the class of the day. Is Vishabea in today?" mr. Bian's voice interrupted, causing my friends to disperse and return to their respective places.

The class brought by Mr. Bian then began, although now my brain concentration is chaotic.

My eyes were fixed on the front of the class, but the gray cells of my brain kept thinking about Luccane without being ordered.

Luccane, where are you? There are too many question marks in my mind that we need to resolve right away.

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The sky that is still bright blue now can not make my heart feel bright.

Since then I was pensive in the porch of the house befriending a glass of warm chocolate that I made myself.

A gentle breeze greeted the strands of my hair and skin, but it was also unable to make my feelings calm.

Although Luccane was not a human being, I was still worried that something might happen to him without my knowledge.

Jansen, Meneer Kerkoof even to the other ghosts I met also said that they did not know where Luccane was for the past few days.

They think Luccane disappeared because he was in my house, making me even more confused.

Where did the man actually go? Why didn't he tell anyone?

With an erratic feeling, I sipped a warm chocolate that still slightly reflected the transparent thin smoke.

Today I'm off for college, but I've arranged an appointment with Carly to go shopping at the wholesale center.

For what reason, the girl suddenly promised to treat me to chicken noodles near the wholesale center after shopping.

Right after I finished the last gulp, Carly arrived on her motorcycle in my yard. As usual, a friendly and warm smile graced the girl's face.

"Is he ready?" carly asked, still reluctant to get off the bike.

"Udah. Wait a minute, I want to grab a helmet first" I replied as I walked into the house to pick up the helmet.

Carly faithfully waited on her bike, spreading her gaze to all corners of my house. The girl's gaze looked very serious, making me wonder a little in my heart about what she was thinking.

"Like on!" take me while buttoning my helmet.

Carly nodded, letting me get on the motor matic. After feeling that I was sitting in a safe and comfortable position, Carly drove her motorcycle to our destination wholesale center in downtown Bandung.

"Sha, how do I feel there's something strange about your house?" carly asked suddenly after the motorbike that took us was out of the housing complex where I lived.

"How weird do you mean?" I asked back, somewhat confused by the intent of Carly's question just now.

"Gue really felt your house was very dark, it was so hot," Carly said when her motorbike stopped at a traffic light intersection.

Apparently Carly is quite sensitive too, which is beyond my expectations. Only certain people can feel such things.

"Maybe it's because it's a house from the Dutch era, Car. That's why the aura is so," I replied reluctantly to bother about such a thing.

"Gue also felt at home there were many other activities apart from the activities you live there," Carly said again, this time it was a little louder because of the wind that was enough to dampen the girl's voice.

"Gue knows what you mean, but I feel it's okay" I said confidently, trying to make Carly not worry.

Not yet had we arrived at the wholesale center of the destination, azan maghrib had been reverberating loudly from a large mosque.

Carly and I agreed to stop for a moment to attend the Maghrib prayer at the mosque. After parking the motorbike in the mosque courtyard, we then went into the place of ablution of women to purify themselves from small hadas.

After ablution, we entered the mosque to start the congregation prayer session.

The chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an has begun to sound, making me then focus on worship, increasing the prayers that are in my mind.

After finishing the prayer session, Carly and I rushed out of the mosque to continue our journey to the wholesale center.

"Sir, can I have a chat for a minute?" call a middle-aged man over to me, making me and Carly keep exchanging confused looks.