A Couple Against

THE GATE "there's always a point where something starts"

2009 November.

Basement Park Campus

Flowers are coming to campus again for the first time since Flowers are ill and considered running away from her problems. After turning off the engine, he felt the sound of his heartbeat tighten and heed his ears to other sounds in the basement. After standing still for a while, he took a deep breath, his shoulders rose, he exhaled loudly. Bunha started to step out of the basement to head for the third floor. In each of his heavy steps, Sekar's mind continues to invite him to guess about what will happen to him today in class. ‘Bu Ani, student, HMJ, scholarship, all, the whole campus, what will they all do to me, his inner’.

“Sst..”.

The sound of hissing stopped the steps of the Flower. Someone approached from behind. The flower closed his eyes, he guessed it in his heart,

the one behind him was definitely one who would give him sharp and painful words.

“This... let it be quiet,” said the person.

Flowers turned her body. Rama stands behind him holding out a portable mp3 complete with his headset.

“No need to cry people,” said Rama while closer to thrusting mp3 in his hand. “Let's in class again,“ he continued as he passed after Bunga welcomed his offer.

“Rama,” call Flower stop step Rama. “Bareng,” said Bunga again while walking quickly following Rama.

They also walked to class. Rama stepped quietly and normally, although everything he met on the road showed a face of incredible surprise and conjecture. While Bunga who was trying to ignore everything with music from Rama in his ears, finally can step with the same feeling as Rama.Melajati class door, and, Flowers take off the headset in his ear and sit with Rama on the back bench. Without music in her ears, voices and reality again dropped the mental Flower. He was afraid of everyone. Rais came, Meli came, people one by one came. Flowers kept their heads down and busied themselves by pretending to open the books.

As she entered the classroom, from the door to the seat, Rais continued to look towards the Flower. After putting down her bag and bottled drink, Rais approached Bunga and took her out for a while. ‘Ada

interests to be discussed’, he said. And because the class had not yet begun, Bunga obeyed Rais.

Bunga and Rais talk outside the classroom, until finally Bu Ani comes.

“Good morning,” Bu Ani passed shortly after Bunga and Rais had already returned to their respective seats. “Presentation of group six yes,” said Bu Ani again upon arrival at the table.

Bu Ani picked up the attendance list and walked to the front row of the center table. At first glance he looked at the contents of the class, his gaze stopped and sharpened to the back corner, where Rama and Bunga were sitting that morning.

“People with the truth, there is no reason not to calm down.”

“That did not happen in this country,” reply Flowers while releasing his hand from Rama's grasp.

Presentation groups are moving forward. Presence sheet was given by Bu Ani to be rotated around the class to be signed by the students present.

“Asu!” rama said slowly after the presence sheet arrived at his hand.

“Rama?” the spontaneous flower. His face was full of questions.

Rama shows the presence sheet to the Flower.

Rama's name and Flowers were crossed off Bu Ani's list. Flowers were surprised and confused to see it. His eyes were red with tears, he didn't know what to do.

“Have tip-ex?” rama asked the Flowers.

“Hah?” Flowers are confused.

Rama opens the Flower pencil box. He tip-ex his name on the presence sheet that was crossed out Bu Ani. Then he rewrote his name again

attendance with pen.

“It. Listen to your conscience,” Rama said as he raised the tip-ex and offered it to Bunga. “Socrates,” said Rama again while looking into the eyes of Flowers and instilling strength in them.

Flowers close their eyes for a moment. And with a hint of hesitation, Flowers finally grabbed onto it as well. He's got a scribble on Bu Ani

with tip-ex. Looking at the Flower who was still a little scared, Rama helped her. Rama wrote the name of the Flower back in Absence.

‘Indurasmi Flower,’ Rama wrote.