Black Pen

13

A year has passed, my days have been so beautiful. So far nothing has changed from Akbar . Every day we took the time to meet, either just take me to school or play together enjoy the twilight by just walking near the lake that I and Akbar used to visit.

Until the time came for class, all students were so enthusiastic to learn, not least me. Especially after my homeroom teacher Bu Tuti invited my parents to attend school, not only me but also other students who had problems with grades and attendance.

Mama looked at me sharply before she entered the room that had been provided by the school. As for me, just waiting for her in front of the room, sitting sweetly hoping for some good news. It took me over an hour in the meeting room, along with the homeroom, the students and the principal. I don't know what they're talking about, which I obviously can't hear at all.

When she finished, she walked out of the room, her steps a little shaky. From the look on his face I saw there was a lot of disappointment and anger that he was trying to suppress.

"What happened ma?'' Asking me who began to be curious as well as afraid, seeing from his expression it was certain at home he would nag relentlessly .

"You took a test class" Mama passed by leaving me alone.

For the first time, I wanted to cry. If I have to stay in class, I definitely have to repeat a year of study with my underclassman later. Of course it was not a good thing, for a moment I realized, when regret appeared in my heart, if only I meant to learn, maybe there would be no surprising things like this.

After school I walked alone, Annisa did not enter today because of illness, then Akbar? where's dia? I don't even know where he is now, his phone is off, his social media account is gone somewhere. Even when I felt sadness he was not beside me, to comfort or accompany my grief.

I didn't dare to show my face in front of Mama, I sat there thinking about my current situation, it was really sad.

CKIIITTT DUARR

The very loud noise was coming from the squeaking of the tire rubbing directly against the asphalt, then followed by a hard object that collided, the noise was a reflex that made me turn towards the source of the sound.

"Jeez Akbar, it's Akbar.. Oh my God, it's blood.."

Instantly everyone swarmed over him, a teenage boy wearing an ash-white uniform was lying in the middle of the street. I was about to run to the middle of the road, but my legs felt very heavy, my heart was pumping blood flow irregularly, my head was dizzy and my stomach was very nauseous. Thankfully, he was carried away by people who helped him around the scene.

They took Akbar into the angkot he hit, then immediately taken to the nearest hospital. Apparently, he drank too much alcohol, making him lose his balance until finally hit an angkot who was dropping passengers. Luckily he was not seriously injured, only blisters in several places and a tear in his left leg that required him to perform a minor operation.

I was still standing where I was pensive, watching the passersby helping her, I still couldn't believe what I had just seen, cold sweat soaking through my body, wanting me to meet her, she said, help her stand up and take care of her. But, my fear of blood left me helpless I could only watch it from a distance.