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Sunday is Gloomy,

My hours are slumberless,

Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.

Little white flowers will never awaken you.


The song was played by a girl named Patricia Geraldine through earphones that connected to her cellphone. And there was a girl named Indira Larasati who sat next to her.


Indira was a native Indonesian girl. Meanwhile, Patricia Geraldine was a Hungarian-Indonesian girl. Apparently the two of them were seat mates. And the class was still going on. But it seemed like both of them didn't pay enough attention to the class.


"Since when have you been listening to Gloomy Sunday?" Indira asked her, whispering. But Patricia literally ignored her for putting on her earphones. So, she decided to elbow her.


"Since that Gloomy Sunday?" Patricia finally answered. So, she literally heard what Indira said before. But she pretended not to hear.


"But you wouldn't do anything stupid, would you?"


"Like suicide?" Patricia sounded cynical.


Indira sighed, "Just forget it." Deep down, she suddenly worried about her.


The two girls finally came back to their own business where one of them paid attention to the teacher who was busy teaching her students in front of class. And she was Indira.


While the other one was still listening to the music secretly. She was hoping that she wouldn't get caught for not paying attention to the teacher. And this girl was Patricia. Who else?


"Okay, Let's stop discussing these Introvert, Ambivert and Extrovert matters. Anyone have a question?" The counseling teacher was starting a Q&A session with the students.


One of the students apparently asked a question off topic. "Ma'am, what about personality disorders like umm... psychopaths or sociopaths?"


The teacher was about to answer but her answer was interrupted by one of the other students. "And what about bipolar?"


"Yes, ma'am. Why does a personality disorder like that always lead to suicide?"


And again, the teacher was interrupted by the ringing bell. So, this class really has to come to an end.


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Little white flowers

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