Zena: The Last Fight
New Directions

Zena stood in place, staring at the departure of the group of white tigers from the canteen. Her innocent face completely confused everyone, just the moment they saw the creepy Zena.

The girl scooped her shoulders, turned around and smiled awkwardly at the gawking canteen guard staring at the shards of shard on the floor of her canteen.

"I-mom, I changed the broken bottle, huh?" he said as he pulled out a red note from his pocket, "is this enough?" he continued again while giving the money to the mother of the canteen guard who was still dumbstruck.

Zena turned around while scratching her non-itchy nape, getting a strange look from everyone made her feel uneasy. He met his two friends who were dumbstruck on the spot, too shocked by Zena's bold action against their group.

"You guys are okay? Why bengong? I'm sorry, my money is running out and I can't bring you drinks" he said regretfully. He sat in his place indifferent to the two friends as well as everyone who seemed to be sculpting.

Grasak-grusuk, the two hurriedly sat down to criticize Zena, very tight. The girl's head turned confused with a mouth filled with noodles.

Brugh!

Zena flinched as someone sat down violently before her. His two eyeballs were almost out from the shock his heart had received.

"What's wrong with you guys?" The three of them were still silent staring at Zena with a hard-to-understand look.

"It's your drinking." The cafeteria guards put three other bottles of drink in front of them.

Zena swallowed the noodles in her mut, smiling at the kindly canteen guard. "Thank you" he said politely.

"Zena, you're so brave!" Finally the male student sitting in front opened his voice. Zena pulled out her shoulders and continued eating.

"Are you not afraid? They must have taken revenge on you, Zena," Mirah said in an anxious tone she did not cover. Again, the girl shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't care.

"You don't see, just one punch his nose bled. Zena's hands aren't that hard. How did you do it?" Sarah spoke while examining Zena's left hand and flipping through it repeatedly.

"Right, you're amazing, Zena. So far no one has dared to fight them let alone come into direct contact like before." The male student was excited, for some reason he was drawn closer to Zena.

"Ben, right. Maybe you're the first one who dares to fight it," Sarah's crush let out a voice.

"But still. I'm worried about you, Zena. I'm afraid they'll repay you and woe you." Mirah shook, she could not imagine if they had just ganged up on Zena and made her hurt like most students.

"Mirah, why is your face pale? Your fear is overrated." Student named Ben frowned in surprise to find Mirah who was flooded with sweat.

Uneasily. That's what they caught. Mirah leaned in, others included Zena. Maybe another clue.

"You forgot .. maybe Zena doesn't know yet because she's new. Every student that the group was after was bound to disappear the next day. They will choose to transfer schools and look for other schools even though they are substandard. You're forgetting?" Mirah began to tell stories while looking to the right and left worried that someone was eavesdropping.

Zena turned the eyeball, rejecting the possibility expressed by Mirah. The group must have been concerned with the disappearance of the teenagers. Right, that's why he asked about William to Zena.

If true, then they are contributing to the disappearance of teenage girls in this city.

He muttered, the rumors from his third lip still caught dim. However, he was busy with the contents of his mind, struggling with the disappearance of the girls.

I'm gonna ask Laila about this group of white tigers. He must know something.

"Zena, you can't be alone. Stay with us, I'm sure if we're united they won't do more" said Mirah, holding Zena's fingers warm.

The girl glanced over, her gaze wistful as she glanced at the mature brown-skinned hand piled up on top of her hand.

Before long the blacks piled up on top of Mirah's hands, followed by Ben's hand holding Zena's other hand. Zena glanced at that hand, and glimmered around. He knew there was a Chendrik messenger watching, there would definitely be more drama after arriving at the mansion.

"Thank you, you guys are really good friends" Zena said. The four of them hugged each other, supported each other, strengthened each other's hearts. Though, without being defended, Zena could definitely break their arrogance.

The bell rang, everyone left the cafeteria despite still staring curiously at Zena's figure. The girl flanked by the three people who were with her, protecting Zena the weak and innocent girl. Holy hooch! He chuckles in the heart. They even promised to accompany Zena on the way home.

"You brought your own motor?" exclaimed Sarah with a sparkling bead staring at the big motorbike Zena was riding.

Zena chuckled, in her stomach clutching a helmet. Smiling looked at Sarah who looked in admiration at her iron horse.

"Would you try to climb it? I'll take you home" Zena bargained. The more sparkling Sarah's eyes hear Zena's offer.

"Can?" Zena nodded.

Spring he climbed up behind and clasped Zena tightly.

"Damn! Why did the girl hold Zena's body .. and she let it go?" Someone snarled in a car not far from the school parking lot.

Zena's motorcade exited the school building. The car was also fastidiously trailing by keeping its distance. Zena motor followed by Ben motorbike and Mirah car.

"Suckers! Who is that teenage boy? Why is he following Zena?" He returned cursing with a sharp piercing look. I wanted to hit that bike and smash it to pieces.

Holy hooch! Who her? Why think that far.

"Where's your house?" Zena shouted because her voice was carried away by the wind.

"I'll show you the way, just walk through the complex in front then my house is near" Sarah replied, pointing at the road ahead.

Walking through government-owned oil palm plantations, the streets are a little quiet.

"Are you going every day on this road?" Zena asked back.

"Yes, that's why Papah doesn't allow me to bring my own car because the road here is a little quiet" Sarah explained the situation.

The situation is not wearing, Zena feels awkwardness. He glanced at the rearview mirror, the dust flying far behind. Soaring high into the sky as if showing the power within.

Zena smiled obliquely, continuing to drive forward without telling Sarah who was sitting in the back while enjoying the breeze on the shady streets.

"They followed?" muttered the person who was in the car far behind Zena. He marched ahead of Zena's entourage, in search of a hiding place.

The sound of the car teasing Ben on his motorcycle.

"We're being followed!" he cried when he looked back and found four cars following them far behind.

Mirah close the line, parallel to the bike Zena also Ben. He opened the windshield and looked at them.

"Hows it? They followed," he said in panic. Aware of his weak self and unable to resist.

"Keep forward!"