Black Room

Sack

A broken heart is nothing compared to holding back the truth

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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 with my three best friends very lethargic, dius shabu yesterday left tired in all my joints.

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

"Just not feeling well" I answered by walking through aldi.

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

"Where's annisa?" My toot.

"Ten grade annisa" Sahut aldi.

"Annisa wafiq azizah mak?" Ijep.

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

Ijep and nando laughed at the confused aldi. I kept walking without paying any attention to them. My head hurts.

"If annisa wafiq, lose the competitiveness of the cave" said ijep

"Not the annisa" replied aldi Ketus.

"Annisa wafiq is beautiful yes ndo" said ijep. He was very fond of anissa wafiq junior two years below us. I have two names for Annisa. An annisa wafiq who became gebetan jefri. Both annisa rusli will be my girlfriends.

"Annisa's local ten three that's hah. His friend niken" said aldi still confused.

"Annisa rusli" replied ijep.

"Ah yes" said Aldi cheerfully "Say he likes you dik" continued 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 my friends talk about in RGM a lot. 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 looked empty when we arrived. 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" Tawar tek rida to me.

I don't feel hungry. I have no appetite for food. Even though I last had lunch yesterday, I was bagged. Shit, because I lost my appetite.

"Drink"

"Well cold milk" I said

Milk. I want to neutralize the meth poison that runs in my blood. I want to be normal. It's so torturous.

"Cigarette smoking" Tawar tek rida

"Yes a stick"

"Etek thought I'd quit smoking" Tek Rida tried to joke.

I just smiled and walked over to sit in the back room of the cafeteria. After a few months ago, the canteen tek rida plus the building back. I'd rather sit here. Kantin tek rida is a former building that 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 covered with a wall board. To the left of the tek rida canteen are the walkways and local MAN. And on the right side is bordered by an old building. That's where I often smoke marijuana, if I bring marijuana to school.

The tek rida canteen began to be crowded by visitors. Canda and laughter become a scene in the canteen. My three best friends walked up to me in the back room of the cafeteria. Nando and ijep brought a plate of fried rice to fill their hungry stomachs.

"How, he's got your BB pin. Ngak's love?" Ask Aldi who is sitting next to me.

"Love" I replied lazily.

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

"Love fire tek" I asked.

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

"Wiehhh romantic time etek ni" said ijep.

"Well that's how etek for the sake of bekan" Sahut tek rida portico walk.

"I also want to be treated like that tek" said Ijep.

"Oh can't....Such treatment is only special to be given." Say a word and pass.

"Pick the love"

Aldi and nando laughed. Ijep. All three of my friends were busy chatting about a Christian tenth grader. There were three Christian students at my school. The three Christian students were given the freedom not to attend Islamic religious education lessons. But aldi said they were still following the lesson. Canteen boisterous with erratic chatter. The chatter became noisy with my head throbbing in pain.

The bell rings as if the break hour has run out. I went into class. This afternoon my class studied BK with a young teacher. We just tell stories of foyer play. I just sat with my head on the table. My head is very painful. Unconsciously falling asleep in class.