It was lunchtime when Well and Allen Mar decided to go for a visit downtown because there is where a famous restaurant serving affordable yet delicious foods stood. According to Allen Mar, it seemed like a hideout– hidden away from the public. It was there even before the reform of New Bill had occurred, but still, only a few people were able to hear and visit the place. “I think I should warn you in advance,” Allen Mar said as soon as they set themselves free from the classroom, their bags dangling on their arms and they seemed to not have any plans of wearing them behind their backs. “It is not the kind of a restaurant you would expect. The ambiance is different, the concept of the place is different, the foods they serve are different, and even the people that serve are different.” Allen Mar kicked a bottled water out of the way. “I actually love exploring different foods from different cuisine. I get that. I am not really a picky eater, and thankfully, I do not have any allergi

They entered at the dank tavern and to their surprise, a man suited in formal attire exited the place. Allen Mar instantly draw his attention to the old man in black and red suit because it was the very first time he had seen a well-groomed and extravagant-looking person going into the place. Usually, or at least according to what he had witnessed and experienced, only the poor and those who were living under the fine line of poverty could go into the place. The simple logic was because, if you are a person who were enjoying the luxury of life, why would you even bother to visit a place that was completely cheap, claustrophobic, unethical, and utterly out of your league? However, upon witnessing such rare situation, Allen Mar instantly new he had to check why was the man there to begin with and what was his motive of bothering to go into the said place. Because sure enough, he knew it was not about the food or the cuisine itself. It was absolutely about something else. Something that

Well turned to Allen Mar are pursued his plan of confirming Daniel’s statement if whether it was really true or not. Allen Mar, on the other hand, felt like he need to look around first before answering it. Although it was not dangerous (because in fact this restaurant slash tavern slash hideout slash assembly place of the secret society’s members is the safest place a left wing activist could ever hide from), Allen Mar still thought that it was better to be cautious than talk without warning. Allen Mar nodded his head and heaved up a heavy sigh. He looked at Well with a gleaming pair of eyes as he proceeded saying, “I must say, that all of that is true. Whoever said that to you, wherever you got that information, it was legit. Every single sentence of it was legit. But there was sort of a missing piece about that information, though.” Allen Mar moved closer to Well maybe because the next thing that he was going to say was a little more controversial. “To add something further, anyone

The way the bloke man described the clash between the government and their society sent a shiver to Well’s spine. War. That was a one, big word that holds so much fear and tremor and may or may not influence the way of living of people unfortunate enough to have been traumatized by the so called thing. “How true is it?” This is the kind of question that Well would have loved to ask to the man, or even just to Allen Mar himself, but he figured that everything was going to be fine if he would rather just keep it to himself. “Oh, goodness gracious. I thought things like this only happen in movies. I once watched a film about it, and it did not occur to my thinking that scenarios such this one is pretty realistic as well. Have you watched the movie entitled Enola Holmes?” Well asked, and it became so awkward because a sudden silence had engulfed the entire place for quite longer than expected. “Okay, basically, it is a movie about a young woman who searches for her mother because she su

Well and Allen Mar had already finished their lunch and yet the three bloke men in formal black and white suits had not gone out of the private room still. The doubts within Allen Mar’s mind had grew stronger and more intense already, and he could only pray that it would not get worse. But no, he could not resist. Contrary to what he had been begging himself for, he could only think and think of something sadder. An outcome so great he would kill not to let it happen. “Hey,” well broke Allen Mar’s silence and poke him by the left shoulder. “It’s almost time. We only have not more than ten minutes, I believe, before the afternoon session begins. Don’t you think we should start going off now and walk back to the school?” the amount of worry on Well’s face was obviously visible. He now had the idea what it was like being late in the class, so he probably did not want to be late again. Not especially that he did not know who his teacher was yet, and what things could he or she do to stu