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Beautiful, a number of elements of life appear to be awake here, fresh air, forests that are shaded with the hoard, rivers that flow cheerfully, mountains that rise with its prowess, waves that dance with its elegance, and, the blue sky seemed to show me his happiness, no longer the same as the night sky.

At the dock, from the beach corner, I saw the face of the contemplating girl, I saw my own portrait from behind the water, the beach, I smiled at once sobbing because of the confusion over the weirdness that was in me,

“I don't want to be different, at least if I have to be different please explain the reason, don't make me confused, even doubt myself”

I sulked at the universe, I could not live properly, I was confused how to behave when nature sulked at me, I heard the moans of the sky, the cries of the sea, and I was afraid of the, the plants and animals that approached me groaned, though I was often comforted by them. I can't talk to them, but why as if I can feel what they're feeling.

“do I really go crazy? Half-dead I try to understand towards my fellow man, moreover I have to understand all of them, I can what?” I asked the universe.

“you are not crazy arsa you are special” sound soft voice full of authority, I was astonished where the voice came from, is it Appa voice, but I see no one here.

"is there anyone? Who are you?” I asked with doubt.

“aku from earlier here, did you not notice it?”

slowly I saw a vague shadow the clearer I looked, a man may be about 2-5 years older than me, his body high and filled, his eyes, his nose, his nose, I dare not look her in the face for long.

“who are you? Why are you here? Did you hear everything I said?”

I asked the man again, he smiled with a small laugh

“hahHaa may be a grain of sand laughing at what you did just now hahHa, hear the arsa every life has a life, and every life has its own mystery, maybe not the time for you to realize everything, but one day, whether in which life, you will realize it yourself, do not think too much about something that weighs you, just live your life as it should, do not try too much to find answers to all your questions, later there you will look more ridiculous, crying sobbing, alone in a place like this, talking to beach crabs and friends, fortunately no snot coming out of your nose, hahHAA”

she was satisfied to laugh at me, but her answer reminded me of Appa, a million questions came to my mind, where she came from, when she was here, why she seemed to know me so well, and whether my appearance was as ridiculous as he had just said, but I was afraid to ask, I was afraid to look at his face, but I would not find an answer if I constantly nurtured this fear of mine, he said, I tried to gather my courage, I lifted my head, prepared to ask those questions, but I was late.

He turned his back to me by leaving a trail on the sand of the beach,

“wait I'm not done asking, at least you should tell me what your name is?”

I screamed trying to stop his steps, he still passed with his steps

“not yet, but I know your name, jiarsa”

he answered my question, two steps step “jiarsa” he again mentioned my name “arsa” next step he again mentioned my name with his laugh,

“arsa, saa, jiarsa”

I was surprised, apparently my mother was patting my body

“ayo wake up already morn”

again when I started to open my eyes.

“ahhh mother isn't it still night mom? I haven't finished my dream bu”

I pulled out the blanket and closed my eyes again,

“already early in the morning you wake up late leaving school”

mother left me by opening the windows and doors of my room, giving permission to the morning sun to break through and disturb my sleep, well, maybe I should get up and take a shower, I cannot be overwhelmed by a dream.

Finish the bath and I clean up immediately rushed “bu, I leave, Appa where?” while tying my shoes,

“Appa has been going to sea since dawn,” my mother greeted my question,

“oke okay, ali still sleeping?”

I continued to ask again

“iyah, she woke up from dawn and was sleeping again” my mother saw me again.

In my prayers I always ask God for forgiveness, I do not mean to take my mother for granted, but I also do not understand why I feel such a thing, let's just say it's a manifestation of my love for mother, mother, who does not want to add to the burden of his mind with all my problems, mother is quite tired of taking care of us, I should not add to his burden, may God forgive me and may mother understand.

But all this time our life was fine, my relationship with my mother was also quite good, because my closeness with Appa only we know, so everything looks normal, I am close to both.

“then I leave first yes ma'am and it looks like I will be home late because there is

special guidance for olympics”

I say goodbye to mom

“please be careful injalan”

mom's driving me to the door.

I started the day with a pretty blistering sunshine today, walking down the bumpy village streets, enjoying every gust of wind that hit my face, while occasionally remembering the words of the man in order to live life as it should without having to bother thinking about what I was confused all this time.

“good morning sa”

naya da Gia's voice was waiting for me at the school gate

“morning womenku” reply to their greetings.

Naya and Gia are my best friends. Naya is an innocent girl, kind and has a graceful face, among the three of us Nalah who has an attitude that is very patient in dealing with the attitude and nature of her friends, While Gia is a friend who is full of stability, but his loyalty to friends is no doubt, kind and among them, he who is

bullied me most often.

“sa today how will?”

Gia asked me, as we continued walking down the school gate

towards the class,

“today I started a special guidance for the Olympics, it does not seem to be full of class because it has to follow the schedule of Mr. Herry teaching, last week I was told if he taught in class 9, he said, maybe I'll be asked to follow him”,

“well then sasa spirit, janlupa greetings for sister in class B”

gia encouraged me, added,

“kakak in class B? who's? New again?”

Ask Naya confusedly,

“I don't know yet, just saw 2 times, but the rich sweet heheh”

gia answered with confidence,

“ya Lord you this gi” Naya patted her forehead “today we have an excul exercise right?

Can you attend sa? If you don't exist I don't guarantee the exercise can run smoothly, others on the dateng also uda are grateful to” asked Naya with full knowledge because of worrying about the exercise but did not want my concentration disturbed.

“don't worry about it Nay, I try to come, if you are late please condition first but I definitely come, I try to get my special guidance done along with the school hours, smile Naya smile, I will try to, nothing to worry about”

I tried to comfort him.

We walked down the school hallway, like a hallway of life where there was only one light illuminating each end, while for our own decisive purposes, each barrier wall and pole is a chapter that we must fill until the creation of a space that is

it is full of stories, and every piece of writing recorded on the board is like a life that we will only understand if we go through it.