Day after day has passed. At this time I was still hit by curiosity that was not much different compared to before. I felt a strange sensation from all over my body and now I'm very uncomfortable. Even though now is the time for me to do some art group activities, I feel like a dark shadow is following me and it's not something pleasant. My mind drifted back slowly. Not long after, I tried my best and this time I did have to endure this for a while. Unlike before, this time I couldn't hold back anymore and in the end I went to the toilet. Once there, I wash my face and try to stay calm. The situation out there looks lively. People are busy with their own activities. It doesn't feel like I've finished my assignment and now I'm walking towards my classroom. When they got there, apparently there was no one at all. The atmosphere is calm and peaceful. To be honest I like this kind of atmosphere. When everyone is noisy, sometimes my head feels really dizzy and I really don't like that. This time nothing like that happened and it made me feel very happy even if only for a moment. I also remember some people who really liked to make trouble and they are not in this class now. I haven't felt this tired in a long time. It felt completely different from anything I'd ever had before. Right now I'm just dying. When I was taking a break in this class, not long after that a brown-eyed female student came and that person then sat down too. Occasionally I glanced at the person and noticed the expression on his face. Even though I wasn't that close to that person either, it felt like I was bothered. This feeling continues to make my head dizzy and at once I also feel a little annoyed all of a sudden.
'Unlucky. What is this? Why am I suddenly feeling irritated?' I thought.
The man looked gloomy but at the same time not so gloomy. Very weird. After I stopped paying attention to that person, my phone rang and when I checked, it turned out that this was just a notification in the group chat. They are too excited even though this is just an ordinary festival that is often held at school every year. Sometimes they also always provoke a commotion and I feel that this time doesn't seem much different compared to the previous one. That person then came up to me and I was immediately surprised how this person came to me. His gaze looks convincing enough if you want to talk to me.
"You?"
"Yes? what's wrong?"
“It seems you still don't know what happened earlier.”
“What do you mean suddenly saying that? I don't understand what you're talking about."
"I already guessed. It doesn't seem to have spread yet."
"What hasn't spread yet?"
“One of the students disappeared.”
"What? who ?"
"There's nothing wrong with that guy. dance club leader That person has just been looked for by his friend and until now he has not been found even though all his belongings were in the classroom and before that this person had just appeared."
“Ah, so this is like breaking news huh?”
"You are right. did you see that person?”
"No. I haven't met that person at all."
Again something very complicated. I just heard bad news from this guy. Right now I'm curious as to why that person could just disappear like that. Besides that, I also never met him at all even though we went to the same school . It's been a long time since I can't calm down and now I'm getting even more uneasy. My thoughts immediately went to the kidnapping. It could have happened when everyone was off guard. My suspicions deepened and it wasn't long before I felt that maybe the person had passed out in the toilet and when asked again there was nothing there . Everyone is confused. The festival should be an event filled with joy, but this time it became a mystery that made everyone panic. Many of the people who knew this news began to assume it was strange and not a few of them only said that maybe the person had returned to his house and ran away. Hearing their nonsensical chatter made my ears bleed. As usual they always say weird things and never stop. Not long after, group notifications were already busy talking about the dance club chairman and to this moment the person who informed me is still right in front of my eyes and looking at me with a sharp look.
"What do you want from me?" I asked this person.
“There's nothing I want from you. But, are n't you going to look for her like the others?”
"Hah? Ah, I guess I'm not that close to him. Why?"
"You don't want it apparently."
"What?"
"That's enough. It doesn't matter if you want to find that person or not. Because the ones who should be doing it are their classmates. Not us."
"Yes. it does sound reasonable. And again, why did you tell me?”
“My mouth itches when I don't share news that is electrifying like this. Besides, there's no point in me keeping it a secret. That's why I told you earlier than your friends in the group chat."
"How did you know I was looking at the group chat?"
“Just guessing. And that's for sure, isn't it?
"Yes. Your guess was not wrong. By the way Belle, why do you look so down?”
"What?"
"I saw you looking gloomy. Do you feel burdened with something? Or is there something else bothering you?"
“That's nothing. I think you're too weird-minded. Nothing made me like that. I'm just feeling a little tired because of this festival event.”
"So it seems."
"Correct. by the way , your artwork is great. You draw very interesting. But I don't understand what your picture means. it's too complicated."
"Yes. Other people won't easily understand it.”
Even though I've seen my work for a long time, I might also feel the same way that happened to Belle. But, it was all done on purpose and I feel satisfied with my work which is very valuable. I purposely showed it off at the festival this time because before I felt something was missing. This time it was perfect and it deserves to be shown. Several people were also lining up to see it and I could have guessed that . Right now, I'm still wondering about this horrendous incident and also the person in front of me right now. Both were quite suspicious and looked dangerous.
“Jeez,” I muttered.
Time is ticking. I think all of this has passed so quickly. It's just me who is still the same , nothing has changed. It's got to where this time I saw some people near a park and they seemed to be talking about something. At that time, I was immediately hit by curiosity and not long after that, that's what I still feel until this moment. The atmosphere seemed to indicate that there was actually a problem there. I came back closer and not long after I saw someone kept talking and it seemed like this person was doing it on purpose to lure the others out of the classroom and take a look. The atmosphere is not abysmal anymore. I felt something that didn't make sense this time and saw that there were several people who then approached and they seemed to want to confirm something. Not only that, one person also immediately approached and that person asked lots of questions. I saw them all getting confused and curious as to why they got this excited. The person's disappearance is still a mystery. Most people think that maybe something has happened to that person so it's very hard to find. I was again surprised to hear the words of someone who looked like someone who did have good analysis.
“Wait, that person…” I muttered.
After I saw them all, at that moment I walked and walked out from the crowd. I feel like now I can breathe easier. After that I walked to a room that was none other than the room where my art was exhibited. I saw a lot of people keep coming and it made me feel even more nervous. They seemed to be happy with the work that I had made and it really met my expectations so far. When I was busy observing, at that moment Yolanda came to me and after that we started talking for a while.
"Are you happy?" asked Yolanda in a gentle tone.
"Ah, you see. Of course I'm happy. look , I've been waiting for a moment like this for so long.”
“That's great. At least you've worked hard to make your masterpiece. honestly that's great. How did you make it?"
"Just based on imagination."
"Really? You don't look for references from other painters?”
"No. I wasn't even the least bit interested when I saw some of Picasso's work."
"Ah, so it seems. Extraordinary. You are very talented Anne."
"What?"
"Hah? Are you not aware of your abilities? Wow.”
"Yes. I realized. But, it's still not perfect. I guess."
"What's not perfect? In fact, it's more than perfect. Have you gone mad?"