Alinea: Ideas, Love, and Stories

THE VOCALIST!

“Alin, you have to be big fast to quickly enter school.”

“Unfortunately the school is delicious, Mas?”

“Seru! Many friends, can play.”

“Kan Mas Nara has gone to school, can already play. Trus why Mas Nara wants Alin to quickly enter school as well?”

“You know not, there was the most fun moment when you first entered school. The moment peng Mas reload, so Mas peg you quickly enter school.”

“What is that moment?”

Mas Nara laughed. Maybe he just realized that he had used vocabulary that was too complicated for 4-year-olds.

Then at that time Mas Nara explained about the moment, as well as what was in the moment. A moment I could never get. Moments that apparently can not be repeated and only in the form of wanting to be limited to wishful thinking.

That day, when I really\-reached the school entrance age. I saw for myself how children\-children my age were ushered in by their mama and papa, as well as their brother. Some children cry when they go to class and have to separate from their parents.

“Wear a real hat, this is the first day you join the flag ceremony. Cieee, Alin is in niyee school now!” Mas Nara tidied my hat, she also poked my cheeks and laughed seductively. Making my lips go forward five inches is a sign I don't like and get upset.

“School spirit yes, Darling.” Mama squatted to be as tall as me, she rubbed my head gently.

On the photo of the first day of Mas Nara's school, I saw Mas Nara small leaf in the middle position, carried by Papa, then Mama who was carrying me, kissing Mas Nara's right cheek, and then the right cheek, Papa kisses the left cheek. Their expressions were very happy.

I want to take the same photo when I go to school. But, how can it be? Papa is no more.

“Let's take a photo to capture the first Alin moment to enter school!” Mas Nara pulled out her bututu phone. Flipping the phone so that the camera faced us, we could not see the face on the phone at that time, only able to smile towards the camera behind the screen.

At that moment, I was trying to smile. Mama kissed my left cheek, Mas Nara kissed my right cheek. Mama's position was slightly crouched to be as tall as mine, while Mas Nara was bending her legs. At that time, I wanted to cry because I thought of Papa, but I had to cry.

*Mas Nara, you know what? The first day of entering my Junior High School, it was only my mother who came to deliver*.

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Classroom XI IPA 1. I don't know where that classroom is, this school building is so big. I only know where my class is, as well as the XI IPS class because to get to my class, I have to pass through the XI IPS corridor and then rotate through the school mosque and cooperative, he said, or the other path is to split the ceremonial field.

If the IPS department is in the right wing of the school, he said the IPA department building is on the left wing. Since coming I have been down the corridor on the left wing, reading one by one the writing in front of the class. There are only twelve grade writings. Until I accidentally saw Andin, he climbed the stairs. Each of our school buildings is multi-storey, including a teacher's room on the second floor there is a school library.

I'm going up the stairs. If Andin climbed the right side of the stairs, I would choose to climb the stairs on the other side, next to class XII IPA 3. And so until apparently my classroom is at the very end, if I go up the stairs on the right like Andin, then I will immediately arrive at my classroom. Alright, that time doesn't matter, the name is also the first day of entering a new class.

Andin and I were at odds. He doesn't seem to be my class. Andin had a chance to look at me, but I immediately lowered my head and just chose to go through it. Yeah, it's so usual. No classmate X was familiar with me and interested in exchanging greetings with me after their greetings I often ignored.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I found many new\-faces. There were only a few people whose faces were unfamiliar because of the one class I was in X class with. Don't ask their names. Other than Lea's gang, I don't memorize the names of my other classmates.

Wait, it turns out that Danar, Lea's gangmate is also in this class. I saw him sitting on the edge near the teacher's desk. And Tifana's not here. Looks like the gang's first friend was separated by the majors. I purposely pulled my lips out of symmetry, feeling happy that they were separated, so nothing else in this class would break my attention. I really\can be more focused on learning.

I sat in the second row near the door. Actually I want to sit in the middle or front row in order to listen to the teacher more focused, but the place\-place is already occupied.

As soon as I decided on my sitting position, I also immediately placed the backpack next to me, so that no one would sit next to me, because I was not interested in having my compatriots.

After the flag ceremony, we returned to our respective classes. I no longer climbed the left staircase, already heading straight for the right staircase so as not to pass through the corridor of another class. It feels so bad to have to pass a lot of people.

Thankfully, none of the students occupied a sitting position beside me. I am free to sit down and focus on studying alone. My eyes began to explore the rest of the class. It is not as much as the tenth grade time first, maybe because we have split into each department\-each. The two people in front of me were female, they were getting acquainted, seemingly from a different class. While behind me was a male\male voice, the two of them seemed to be from the same class as their conversation sounded familiar.

On the left are two women, they also seem familiar, even they chat with two women in front of him again.

“Hai, I'm Silvia from ten to four.” I gasped to find an introductory helping hand from the dimpled chick with the pigtailed hair. Silvia was sitting right in front of me, and now she was tilting her body until her hands were outstretched before me.

Awkwardly, I returned Silvia's hand as soon as possible, also introduced myself. I'm really lazy to do this kind of introductory\-basics.

“Hai, I'm Mia of ten two, you're champion one of ten one right?”

Covering my laziness, I tried to smile and nodded. Thank goodness Miss Regan got into class on time, otherwise, maybe Mia and Sil, Sil who was her name? Ah call it two girls in front of me, will invite me to chat at length.

Miss Regan, meaning the first student of the semester is Chemistry. When I was about to release the Chemistry textbook, Miss Regan immediately spoke in front of the class, “Casual, Guys, Miss is not the teacher who will be teaching you this morning. Miss entered this class already permissioned with Mister Jay asking for fifteen minutes for a brief introduction. So Miss here is saying that your homeroom teacher in this class is Miss.”

The entire student cheered. Of course, who wouldn't want to get a homeroom as good and beautiful as Miss Regan.

“Tenang\-quiet. Relax first, Miss here not only wants to introduce herself, but Miss also brought a new student, she moved from SMA Negeri 5. His son is cute!” Miss Regan chuckled at the end of her sentence. The class is back boisterous.

“Shaka, let's go in.”

My eyes were straight at the door. It seemed like these lips opened slightly and my eyes widened as soon as I saw the figure that appeared. That dude! What did Miss call him? Ah I forgot. But I remember right that vocalist guy who sang in the cafe two weeks ago.

The guy's appearance is very different from two weeks ago. Her hair was already not long, it was cut short like a soldier, probably because she had to follow our school rules. The uniform looks neat, white\-grey\-grey typical of public schools.

“Please introduce yourself.”

The guy swept the whole class with his eyes, I could see his eyeballs moving, then the eyeballs stopped right when they met my eyeballs. For a moment we sat at a distance. Instead of throwing my eyes away, my eyes were frozen, silent, staring at the boy, until he smiled. He smiled at me for a second! Then immediately throw his gaze forward, pay attention to the whole class and smile, then open his mouth, “Halo.”

I saw some of the girls smiling and it seemed like someone was starting to fall in love at first sight.

“That's it, Shaka?”

“What else needs to be delivered, Bu?”

“Status! Status!” Boys\ boys cheering up, making the whole class boisterous.

“Lho even the guy who has status? Miss does not want yes there are same-sex enthusiasts in this class.”

Guys\-cowok who sat on the back was laughing\-laughter, one of them said, “calm Miss, we still like Miss kok.” Then he laughed.

“But we represent the heart contents of shy\-girls in this class, Miss.” Danar followed and ended with laughter. I don't understand where the funny thing is. Instead I see them as a collection of disrespectful students. Though they are in IPA class, said Mama son\-kids IPA his behavior is not so. Mama said, if I go to IPA class later, I will find smart friends\-friends and people\-people who care about achievement and manners, but who I saw this morning, I will find, they were just like the students of X class.

“Status I am still a student kok.”

The whole class grew increasingly boisterous hearing Shaka's answer.

“OK to save time let us not take time Mister Jay more and more, Shaka you can sit.”

Shaka bowed then he walked to the left. No, he's headed to my stool. Damnit damnit! I have not had time to reject the presence of Shaka, Miss Regan again said, “All of you, spirit yes! Congratulations on successfully logging in IPA!”

Miss Regan's out, while Mister Jay hasn't. The class was boisterous. As for me, my heart is pounding\-debar. Why would a guy have to choose to sit with me?

“Evacate?”

With a lazy face, I nodded.

He smiled, reached out, “Shaka.”

I'm not interested in replying to his hand, “Udah know, you already said in front.” Choosing to recite it while issuing a Maths book, Mister Jay is a math teacher.

He pulled back his hand, then laughed, “You're funny too.”

I looked at him for a while, then said, “You think I'm a comedian?”

“Not, but clown.” He laughed again.

“You're not funny.”

“Good, means you have no rivals.”

I exhaled an upset breath. Not interested in looking at him anymore. The first point about Shaka, he is handsome, much more handsome when seen up close, his face is not white, brown, but clean. Only, the second point about Shaka is that he sucks, so annoying!

“Alinea Ghita, oh so that's your name.” He read the writing on the cover of my book. Makes me spontaneously close the name part.

“Kok closed? Why is your name so it must be kept secret?” I have not answered, he said again, “Ah yes I forgot, you are a clown, so his identity must be kept secret huh?” She laughs. I didn't respond.

“Btw, why isn't your name a paragraph? Or bytes.” He laughed again. “Or don't\-don't your sadara name narrate anymore? Or maybe deductive, inductive?”

God, why did Mister Jay come so long ago? I can't bear to not stare wrathfully at this shitty guy. And the third point about Shaka is that he's so chatty!

“Iya, brother name\-lakiku Narrasi, why? Is something wrong?”

“Sori, kidding. Don't be mad at it.” Shaka immediately held back his laughter, he looked shocked to see my wrathful face.

“The bench behind is still a lot of empty, why should you sit here anyway?” I said that sentence quickly and with the same wrathful look as before, it seemed like some children including the two girls in front of us were taking notice.

“I'm lazy to get acquainted with strangers. So I chose to sit here because you don't seem foreign. You're the girl in the cafe, right?”

My eyes blinked\-blink. I turned my face. He remembered me. It embarrassed me, the incident at the cafe was so unworthy to remember.

Thankfully, before this embarrassing discussion continued, Mister Jay entered the classroom.

When Mister Jay explained, I tried to be very focused on listening. However, Shaka made me fail to focus, the guy instead of taking notes on the subject matter, he just crossed out the\-score book, making a picture of Mister Jay who was explaining. My eyes just kept getting sidetracked looking at the\-picture Shaka made.

Forced, I wrote something down in the book, tore it up and gave it to Shaka, without a sound.

**Sitting Rules with Alin :

It is forbidden to draw while the teacher is explaining.

It is forbidden to talk during lesson time.

Forbidden to borrow stationery or anything.

It is forbidden to steal sight at any time.

No smiles.

It is forbidden to discuss the events of the time in the cafe.

Please move the bench if you do not want to follow the above rules**.

“You are crazy huh?” Shaka whispered after reading my writing.

“Regulation number two,” I replied cynically, then refocused attention on Mister Jay.