Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(134) WC: Philosophyz

It was a busy morning in Scarabia dorm as the students walked down the hallways, waving goodbye and exchanged small jokes despite the still rather tense atmosphere. While some were still questioning the headmaster's sudden decision, none of them were really complaining. In fact, they were glad they could finally pack their suitcase without any fear of more sudden extra training.

"Make sure you check everything." Mustafa stood in the hallway, with a clipboard and counter in hand, clicking every time a student checked their name. "Don't leave anything important. Check for your wallet, phone, and homework."

He was in charge of guiding his dormmates along with Yudhi who was on the other side of the dorm. Kalim and Jamil were...well, Jamil was nowhere to be seen and Kalim didn't mention anything about where he was heading. The last time they had seen their prefect (former prefect? The position still wasn't clear) was when he, Yudhi, Chandra, and Ashoka were called to his room, knowing that they were the most vocal among the students during the whole training camp and betrayal.

They were talking about Jamil's situation and how Kalim...still wanted him to be the vice prefect? Somehow...?

Of course, the four of them had their opinions on this matter.

"No offense, prefect, but why?" Chandra asked, palms opened and eyebrows raised at Kalim. "Why would you want Jamil to stay as the vice prefect?"

"Well..." Kalim weakly chuckled, hand reaching to rub the back of his neck. "It wasn't fair if I took him off the position when it was partially my fault."

"How was it your fault?" Mustafa tried to reason. "He admitted that he had planned this all along. This is a calculated betrayal."

"Kalim, you're innocent in this situation," Yudhi said gently, "this is not your fault. He's been fooling you and all of us all this time."

"To put it lightly..." Ashoka crossed his arms in front of his chest, "he fucked up real bad."

Chandra nodded. "And what if he tried to trick us again? He might be plotting something-"

Kalim raised his hand, stopping Chandra from saying anything further. "Guys, I really appreciate you guys are worried about me?" He sighed rubbing his upper arm. "But I can't do that."

He looked up to them. His eyes were rather droopy, tired from all the crying, and lost their twinkles. His was slouching like the burden of the whole world had been put on his back. He was still smiling, but it was forced, didn't feel the same.

"Even after everything, I know Jamil is the most reliable person among us." Even his voice sounded tired and forced to be cheerful. "Yes, he went berserk, but if he did want to betray me, he could've done it way before. We've been together for nearly seventeen years and not once he tried to hurt me until yesterday. I still believe in him. He's better than me and I have no doubt that if he's given the chance, he will be a way better prefect than I could ever be."

He closed his eyes, ducked his head, and bowed to them. "Kalim al-Asim, prefect of the proud Scarabia Dorm, bowed to them, a group of ordinary dorm members. "So, please. Will you guys give us another chance?"

Yudhi reached to cover his mouth in shock. Chandra took a step back, eyes widened, and shook his head a bit. Ashoka turned his head to the side, but his hands clenched his arms tighter. Mustafa gulped. "Kalim..."