“Tau Gamma Penumbra Secret Society?” Well asked Allen Mar, although yet again it was nothing but just another rhetorical question he had asked to him that needed no answers. True enough, just the name itself already brought shivers to the back of Well’s neck, and they crawled all the way from their up to his spinal column. He did not expect to cross paths with that word. However, he knew since the moment Daniel talked about it to him back when they were still on the bar that he was going to encounter it sooner or later. Secret Societies. That’s exactly how Daniel had said it to him. “West Berg College is not your typical college. Even though it is indeed a top tier in terms of best performing schools, there is no denying that secret societies are forming without the knowledge of the Board of Committee and of the college school itself. It has been existing ever since, but up until now, it is still working and no one has still found out about it,” these were the exact words of Daniel. O
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
War. That seemed like a bold statement. Well had never faced anything like war before, though what Allen Mar meant of it was nothing too serious and nothing too close to what an actual war really was. But to Well, it was already a time where he knew he was going to be stuck in a rut again. He never wanted this. He never asked for this in the first place. That was why when Allen Mar asked him if he was even ready, he did not know what to answer. Or how to answer. Or why would he even answer it in the first place. "This is a mess we have to clean. An act of vengeance sprouted due too personal vendetta's," Allen Mar said as he tried his best not to shock Well with his words. But he did not do any good. Well, at this moment, had already knew that it was now too late to back off. He can never run free with this again. Unlike last time. That was already the last. "Secret society. I did not know I will be dragged into this mess even though I am not even a member. I do not have any membe
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
“Don’t you think we should try to spy on them? You know, figure out what those three suspicious men in suits are up to?? Allen Mar talked back to the bloke man across the table. At this point, he was already so invested to the conversation that he rather leaned forward closer to the guy and put his head on both of his clasping hands. “I don’t know about you, but I am starting to get a little bit anxious here. I am beginning to overthink. And if you know me well, you will understand that every time I get a hunch, I am always right.” Well, on the other hand, began suspecting what the conversation was about. So, from the long rectangular table, he moved to the circular table where Allen Mar together with the bloke guy was sitting, and tried his best to get as much information as he can. “It seems to me that the two of you are talking about something very, very serious. I can tell just by the look on your face that you are nervous, and thus, overthinking things right now. Tell me I am ri
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
“Do you still remember when I told you that I love mathematics and I think it is just the most useful thing in the world?” Well asked as soon as they got out of the classroom after ninety big minutes of being stuck in hell with their teacher that seemed like an evil woman walking– well, that was according to Well himself. “Ah, yes. I can still remember it. You only said it earlier this morning, so how can I forget that?” Allen Mar said, glimpsing at Well who had been staring away past the corridor where their classmates dashed through like they were in a hurry and trying to catch up with something very, very important. But the two boys seemed to not giving a fuck about those people. After a second or two of checking up with the others, he followed up. “Why? What about it?” “I’m taking that back now. All of it. Ever since the moment I walked into that fucking room and heard her speak, I realized that Mathematics is not for me. God, who would have thought there is a Mathematics specia
Well instantly looked at Allen Mar with a confused face. “I haven’t come to that stage yet. Although yes, I have to admit that I also find people here a little skeptical, hideous, and suspicious, but apart from that, I don’t think I would come to a conclusion about leaving. I have told myself, ever since the day I realized this city is nothing but just one big messy puzzle, that if I keep myself away from people as much as possible, maybe I can survive four years living here alone,” Well explained casually, with his hands gesturing in the air. “Anyway, when is the semestral break? You know, a one or two weeks of no class after examinations,” Well inquired. But suddenly, all he ever got from his friend Allen Mar was a long and empty stare. “What’s the matter? Do you have no idea? It’s okay if you don’t know the answer, though. No pressure.” “No, Well. Of course, I definitely know the answer. I’ve talked to different students here before the class started and I asked them everything I