Black Room

Sack

A broken heart is nothing compared to holding back the truth

****

It fell on a Wednesday afternoon in early September. The break bell had just rung, students were scattering out of class, foraging for cantines or sitting on porches rummaging about the latest gossip. I walked to the canteen very lethargic, dius shabu yesterday left tired in all my joints.

"Lu's sick" asked aldi who stopped walking in front of me.

"Lack of feeling well" I answered by walking beyond aldi.

"Annisa nanya-nanya lu tuh" said aldi and walked beside me.

"Where's annisa?"

"Annisa wafiq azizah mak?" Ijep.

"No, Annisa what's her name?" Aldi is confused.

Ijep and nando chuckled at aldi. "If annisa wafiq has a rival is yours" said ijep

"It's not annisa" replied aldi

"Annisa wafiq is beautiful yes mak" said Ijep amazed.

"Annisa's local ten three that's hah. His friend niken kampung doris" said aldi

"Annisa Rusli" Sahut ijep hard.

"Ah yes, he said he likes lu wan" said aldi.

I don't really know aldi. I heard what he said. But I don't really want to respond to aldi. Besides not knowing and not knowing which one. My mind has been taken away by those who I can no longer control, the mind makes me difficult to control.

I don't know, maybe this is what is often discussed in RGM discussions. The risks that must be borne after the heat of the meth began to dim. Feels persecuted with eyes that want to sleep, but restrained by the weight of the mind - who keep asking to add shabu. Damn, it feels so torturous.

The tek rida canteen looks vacant. There's only tek rida and one of my juniors I don't know his name. His face is familiar to my eyes, but I don't know what his name is.

"Bg, eat bg" said my junior.

"Well on" I forced a smile. I don't want to know his name either.

"Eat" Sapa tek rida.

"No tek" I answered. I don't feel hungry. I have no appetite, even though I last had lunch yesterday. Shit, because I lost my appetite.

"Drink"

"Well, cold milk" I said. Susu, I want to neutralize the meth poison that runs in my blood. I want to be normal.

"Cigarette smoking" Tawar tek rida

"Yes a stick" my Sahut

"Etek thought I'd quit smoking"

I just smiled and walked to sit in the back room of the cafeteria. After a few months ago canteen tek rida plus the building back. I'd rather sit here. The tek rida canteen is an old building like it used to be a room. The old building still provides a foundation without a roof covered by large rods. The wall on the right side of the canteen is bordered by the large wall of the old building. On the left side of the canteen is a walled board. On the right side of the canteen tek rida there is a room, the former as functioned as a wc. There is a kula as a tub to store water. That's where I often sit smoking marijuana if I bring marijuana to school. Dikantin tek rida also there are traces of kula used tek rida to wash dishes.

"How, he's got your BB pin. Ngak's love?" Said aldi who was walking and sitting next to me.

"Love" I answered.

"Cold milk" said the tek rida in cold milk in front of me.

"Love the fire of the tek" I said

Tek Rida took out a match from her apron pocket. Then light up the francis for my cigarette. I came closer and smoked my cigarette.

"Wiehhh romantic eh etek ni again" Kelakar ijep.

"Well that's how etch for the sake of being left" replied tek rida jokingly.

"I want to be treated like that" too"

"Oh can't. Such treatment is only for the sake of." Tek rida said and passed in his busyness.

"Well, choose" replied ijep.

"That's it, d

The tek rida canteen began to be crowded filled by white-gray students. In addition to students from my school, the tek rida canteen is also a favorite dining canteen for students who attend man pds. And also occasionally alumni visit just nolstalgia with breakfast. But now the tek rida canteen is only filled with children man and students from my school. The cafeteria was boisterous and sounded noisy in my ears.

The bell rings as if the break hour has run out. I went into class. This afternoon the lesson is BK with the young teacher. Unconsciously I could fall asleep.

****

I was awakened by the voice of Azan zuhur. My class seems empty. The pain in my head had begun to subside, my eyes were no longer painful either. I got out of class and walked to the kantin tek rida. I feel my throat dry. I'm feeling thirsty.

"Have woken up siraja sleep" said Ijep who was in dispute in front of me beside the laboratory-Front of the shortcut to the canteen tek rida. Ijep walks with aldi, nando, and ripo.

I just kept quiet and didn't respond to ijep.

"People are azan wan" Remember aldi.

"Drink a minute" I said beyond them.

"Tek rida is closing" Sahut aldi.

"Eh dikan" Call the ripo who walked over to me. "Ntar in the afternoon we practice futsal. He said there was a futsal tournament at the slta sekabuhpaten level"

"Can't be like it. Futsal shoes forgot to bring" I replied.

"No papa. You practice tomorrow. Tomorrow do not forget to immediately bring futsal shoes with a change of clothes" said ripo.

"The talk starts tomorrow" Ripo said "friday and Saturday" he said.

Dikantin, tek rida is cleaning the hardware before going home.

"You want to go home, tek?"

"Eh dikan" Sahut tek rida "Enak ya sleep until so tangled your face" he said.

"Cold milk one tek" My message. And tidied myself in the mirror of a parked motorcycle.

"Wrapped yes, etek already want to go home" said tek rida.

"Well, pack it up"

"So wanda here" said Tek rida. "There will be a futsal match in Montela" he continued by pouring cold milk in plastic packaging.

"Oh yes. Ripo also said" Sahutku. "Smoking two sticks of tek" I ordered the porch to put money on the back of my pants.

"Wanda said in the framework of kodim's birthday" Tek rida said by thrusting two cigarettes.

"Yes, it's only five thousand right" Sahutku by paying my groceries and then walk into the old room.

"Thank you. Dikan" Shouted tek rida.

Inside the old building. I heard bojek screaming inside the rozaa canteen.

"Bojek" call me.

Bojek poked from the back door of the rozaa canteen. "What?" Legally.

"You want cimeng?" I offer a marijuana bojek.

"Well, I want to" she said. "Wait a moment" he said and disappeared into the canteen roza.

Bojek came out with a glass of cold coca-cola and a cigarette he was smoking. I went further into the old building. Sitting on top of a kula beside the tek rida canteen.

The sound of iqamat is heard calling for the sign of prayer zuhur will begin. I started rolling my wedge. Since the third grade, I often bring marijuana occasionally to school. I was always accompanied by junior bojek two levels below me. Bojek is a friend of ipan and dodi. Ipan and dodi are the ones who teach bojek to smoke marijuana.

"Dimontela there's a futsal turnement in two weeks" said Bojek.

"You coming too?"

"Yes. I'm the goalkeeper as gani's replacement"

"The player has been chosen?"

"It has. Bang wanda who chose" Bang wanda

"Who is the player?" I asked by giving milk to my earlobes. Then start burning it.

"If third grade you're just the same ripo"

"How many people are all?"

"First grade. Cave, tullo, ade, and fandi" Bojek was busy thinking with his finger counting the number of people he mentioned. " The second class came. Dapit, diki, and gani. There are 9 players" Bojek explained.

"Si kiki didn't come" Tanyaku

"No. He plays too many skills, his ego is high" said Bojek.

I dabbed marijuana into bojek, bojek smeared his kretek cigarette to me. I feel the pain in my head is starting to go away. The feeling of tiredness no longer felt gnawing at my body. Cannabis makes my mind and soul feel calm.

"Enak is tomorrow. Not studying for two days" said Bojek.

"Did the show start in the morning?"

Bojek nodded. "Until afternoon" He explained.

Bojek was seen enjoying his suction with thick smoke coming out of his mouth. Usually bojek with tullo local friends who are also marijuana users.

"Where's tullo?"

"There was a rozaa, he didn't want to nyimeng he said"

"Why?"

"Don't know, afraid to be a moron when it comes to learning" said Bojek by dipping marijuana at me.

"Emang if ngak marijuana he can be smart in lessons?" I asked and then smuggled marijuana that was almost lucky.

"It's still a moron" Sahut bojek chuckled.

I felt the effects of this marijuana did not have much effect on my consciousness. Unlike the assessment that many people say that marijuana makes him stupid. Or what Dodi said all the things were funny if he had smoked marijuana. Every time I smoked marijuana, I just felt my mind and soul calm. I don't know, everyone has different perceptions.

"Different taste well with cimeng ipan" said bojek.

"How different?" Answer curious.

"Yes this one is better. Feels dipped" Bojek explained "If you have an ipan it feels a bit soft. Long time ago felt up. If you have your mah half-rolled it already feels penewww" he said

"It's the same with ipan"

"But it feels different"

It is true, we cannot impose the same opinion even from the same point of view. Bojek felt the difference from the ipan and marijuana I brought. Though coming from the same hole-Sama-sama took from bg teiko. Yet. Further away. Storage does affect the taste and smell of marijuana. People who store marijuana in the ground, will make marijuana smell of soil and feel like soil when smoked.

The voices of the students began to sound boisterous in the school environment. That is a sign that all students have finished performing the congregational prayer. Me and Bojek walked our class. Follow the next lesson before you go home.