The Mediums Help

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Class was over so quickly, but unfortunately there was no order to go home. Third graders mostly choose to stay in class while chatting so that their heads don't feel heavy, there are so many burdens that the word 'stress' can be used now.

Resa chose to move quickly after putting all his books in quietly, he started to get up, and walked away. The corridor was quiet, the schoolyard was quiet, and there were no sounds from anywhere. All the 3rd graders were so quiet that Resa thought that the other students were not in their respective classes.

"Resa?"

The voice delayed him steps, not going up the stairs. He looked back with a heavy sigh. A middle-aged woman in full traditional dress ran over, she was carrying a stack of A4 papers in her right hand with a pen.

"I'm very sorry to disturb your rest time, but I can't do this right now. I have an important meeting to attend right now, so I would like to ask you to take this stack of papers to the photocopy shop in front, please!" she said hurriedly.

Resa didn't answer, but his silence meant he had to accept a stack of papers with very small, long writing. He let out a resigned expression at that moment, even with a smile holding back his resentment.

"Thank you very much, please bring them to my room when you're done," she said again, but faster this time. She opened a small wallet, and handed Resa a few bills. "You pay with this, the rest is for you. Thank you again, see you later, Resa," she continued before heading off down the stairs.

Resa was busy looking at the stack of papers in his hands. There wasn't much time, and he was afraid Silva would have performed the ghost repatriation ritual by now. He chose to go up the stairs quickly, walking down the deserted corridor regardless of how heavy his hands were with the stack of papers.

His steps stopped right at the glass door, and there was no one inside. The pool water looked very calm, no one was doing anything yet, and that made Resa breathe a sigh of relief. He walked away, leaving the spacious room with a sense of relief.

The copy shop was at the back of the school, it was very far away, and his legs felt tired. However, Resa kept walking leisurely, enjoying every breeze that came slowly, as if they knew what Resa wanted.

The small shop was in sight now, and only needed to cross the big street to get there. Resa didn't take long for that, he managed to arrive in a state of uniform, and hair that was quite different. Not as neat as it was before it received a sweep of wind.

"Sir, I'd like to photocopy these papers," Resa said after placing him stack of papers on a display case full of stationery inside.

A tall man with a fairly thick moustache came over to see how many papers he wanted to photocopy. "Do you want color photocopies or what?"

"Yes, just adjust it, sir. I was just told by the teacher, so it just matches the document."

"But queue first, there are many who have come first."

"Ah, okay, I'll just wait." Resa chose to sit in one of the chairs away from the glass display case. All the employees there were busy with their respective tasks, but the most comfortable looking was the brown-skinned man sitting in front of the computer. He looked very serious, as if there was an important task, and nothing could go wrong.

Waiting for a few minutes did not make Resa feel anxious usually, but this time there was something more important that she repeatedly looked at the wall clock. The first five minutes were pleasant enough, the second five minutes were agonizing, and then the thirty minutes he had already spent. An uncomfortable feeling came over his as soon as he saw that his pile of papers had not been dealt with, Resa was anxious.

He feared Silva was already there, doing the activities he wanted to see firsthand. He was also curious about the conversation between Silva, and the male ghost Tere was referring to. He was so curious that he couldn't calm down.

Resa got up from his seat, approaching him stack of papers with a very different expression. "Sir, can't I have mine first?"

"No, you have to queue because we don't want to disappoint our customers. There are still many, if you want to leave it so you don't have to wait long, just leave a phone number so I can call you when you're done," said the mustachioed man.

Resa swallowed, his lips sealed as he thought. The meeting his teacher was attending took a lot of time, the photocopying line was so long that half an hour wasn't enough time, but Silva was going to do it after school.

Him attention returned to the mustachioed man who was busy preparing various papers on the opposite table. "Where should I write the phone number, Sir?"

"One moment," the mustachioed man replied. He got up from his happy place, picked up a useless piece of paper before walking over to Resa. "Just write it there, I'll call you later."

"Okay." Resa started writing his name, phone number, and the name of the file he had before walking away.

Unfortunately, this time the road was very crowded. Many trucks passed by at above average speeds, Resa felt alert when standing on the edge of the road, afraid that at any time one of the trucks would roll over or drop its luggage. Falling on him who was on the side of the road without any safety equipment.

Resa shuddered at the thought of such a thing, and when the road was quiet enough, he began to walk slowly while giving a sign that she wanted to cross. Entering the back area of the school, which was so creepy because there were only trash cans and used cigarettes, Resa sighed with relief.

However, he did not walk calmly, his steps turned into a fast run. Down the neatly paved school road, the spacious schoolyard, the quiet corridors, and up the stairs to the third floor. His struggle to meet Silva deserved a thumbs up, but unfortunately no one ever knew about it.

Resa didn't care that his legs were sore from running so much, he didn't even think about his shoes that were almost broken. All of this he did for the sake of her girl friend Tere. Actually, Resa didn't know why he was so passionate, even though running him plan casually would work.

"Akh!" Resa caught herself as he was about to fall on the top step, luckily he grabbed the wall quickly. His leg hurt, probably sprained, but there was no time to look. His journey continued despite having to walk quickly, and he had to endure the pain all the way.

The wide-open glass door made Resa frown, his eyes perfectly rounded with a heart that could not calm down. He walked faster, like he was running instead. His heartbeat couldn't slow down when he saw Silva chatting with a male ghost by the pool.