Ep. 1

“The name’s Felicia Ananda Putri, is that correct?” the man who called Feli to his office asked her.

“Yes,” she replied.  “May I ask why should I come here?  Because I didn’t see my name in the list of students that passed.”

“We saw the certificate that you included when you sign up.  And  apparently we can make an exception just for you,” the man showed her a little smile.

At that moment the girl almost screamed at the top of her lungs.  Who knew someone who had always bathe in tears and blood to master math and ended up not getting it at all could enter a math department in a prestigious college.  This was thanks to her friends in high school dragging her to participate in an international math competition.  She had also gotten the certificate due to the competition being done in groups and her friends had been geniouses, not that she really did much anyway.

She finally could breathe in relax.  After all, this was what her parents wanted.  To be a mathematician like them.

“That’s a really good news,” the girl responded.

“But only on a condition.  You must pass all the time in any of the classes that must be taken on each semester,”  the man, who was the head of the department, added.

Well how hard could that be?  Feli asked that to herself.

Actually, very easy for her.  Very easy to fail.   In fact, if you rearrange the alphabets in her nickname and replace the letter ‘e’ with an ‘a’ you can spell the word ‘fail’.

On the first day in the college, Feli struggled a lot to comprehend the lesson in the class.  It didn’t help that she was an eccentric person.  She was someone who would read novels that has a niche genre that a few people would know. That made it harder for her to socialize with her classmates.  Aside from asking one or two questions, she had no friends that she could get to teach her in an elaborate manner.

Felt stressed about the class, Feli went to a cafe that was close to her campus.   She bought herself a cup of coffee and try to forget her problems by reading novels.  She loved literature, and sometimes she tried to write her own.  But she couldn’t waste her time writing because her parents wanted her to be a mathematician.

She was really absorbed in the novel when she heard a stranger’s voice.

“Hey, aren’t you Felicia?”

In front of her she could see a boy that’s about a year older from her, wearing glasses.  She could smell the scent of his perfume.

“H-how did you know my name?” Feli asked with her vibrating voice.

“We went to the same highschool?  I was your senior.  Don’t you remember?”  he asked her back.  “You’re from Rajawali Fajar highschool, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but ... I don’t feel like I’ve ever known you?” Feli said.  She really didn’t remember him the slightest bit.  ‘Whatever’, Feli thought.  ‘This is a chance for me to make friends, perhaps he’s from math department too?’

“Maybe you can’t remember because we only talked 512 days ago.  You can call me Banyu.  I’m from math department,” the boy told her.  “Which faculty are you in?”

After he finished speaking, Feli could feel a tingling sensation running down her spine.  She felt like something wasn’t right.   But she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Feli?  Did you hear me?”

“O-ohh, I’m in the science faculty.  Math department,”  Feli answered.

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