Black Room

Fall in love again

I could talk and just look at her, I was happy. Especially can have it.

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It may be true said people, or the poetry of the bachelors who say that love comes from the eyes and then down to the heart. Maybe that's what I feel for students who practice at my school as young teachers. Her name is buk mutia, or the one written on her id card Mutia Heriyenti. Students from the history faculty of STKIP pgri. The woman who frowned when I almost hit her on the ramp in front of the Principal's office. Also the smiling woman laughed at my bad luck on Monday morning.

Buk mutia is slower to enter (register practice) than other young teachers who choose to practice at my school. It's worth the time of the introduction of the OT Master after the cult on Friday I did not see buk mutia.

"People are introducing Friday morning right, well mom registered Saturday" explained buk mutia one day. So the STKIP students who practice in my school became seven people with buk mutia plus.

Buk mutia the one who was coolly spoken to. Unlike other young teachers, who were mostly ignorant and looked stiff. Buk mutia more enjoy and open. Moreover buk diana, the person looks more relaxed. She was a jolly person and easily familiar with the male students. Unlike other female OT teachers, who are more imaging and look arrogant. Buk mutia and buk diana can create an atmosphere that contains laughter. Whereas with other OT teachers tend to be serious and rigid.

"Buk mutia is sister class mother time smp, so kemaren buk mutia was confused about where PL, so she nanya and ngutin mom so she was late entry" explained buk diana.

Buk mutia only smiles on her own. A smile embedded in my heart. The smile that made me to keep thinking about buk mutia. And it was that smile that made me want to meet him every time.

"Yes, at that time, he was almost hit by ibuk tuh. So I was happy when I found out I was punished with respect to the flag" the laughter of buk mutia the day after. Laughter makes me feel happy when I hear it.

I was pleased with the lack of buk mutia. I don't know why that feeling gets so perfect when I think of buk mutia. My chest feels tight which always wants to see her smile. Maybe it is the behavior of someone who is in love. Dilanda pounding who was always curious to meet, which then felt peaceful in the chest when it had managed to meet his smile.

The same thing I felt about Fiona. I still remember when Fiona accidentally crossed the street in front of my house. I just came home to sit in front of the window, waiting for the possibility, only to be able to see the fiona that will come back across my house. And that same feeling is now growing in my heart. The feeling that comes as a blessing because the spaciousness of my heart allows fiona to be owned by a far more fortunate afdal.

The night is getting late with full moonlight outside the window. I slept tonight feeling happy. An impatient feeling awaited the morning so that I could meet buk mutia again. Someone who suddenly became my passion for school.

****

The morning sun shines brightly faster. The wall clock indicates the day is still seven minutes or less. I say goodbye to my mom after breakfast.

"Ma, let's go first yes" said I by shaking his hand.

"Be careful" Mama's smile looks proud.

I'm just smiling. I realized that my mother let me go with the feeling of being happy to go to school. Besides the smile of buk mutia. Mama was the main reason why I had to change and be diligent to study.

"Don't forget to pay SPP money" when I'm on my bike.

I just nodded. Then I went to school on my motorcycle. The Sumatran causeway is smooth as usual. Not too many and not too quiet. My school is about ten kilos away from my house. And distance is often my reason when I am late. But then the reason was like it did not work again since buk det dubbed me as "King late". Buk det says it's too late to be flesh blood in me.

Seven o'clock past eight minutes. I parked my bike when I got the bag. The tek rida canteen is the one I used to visit since first class. In addition to a full food menu. The canteen also sells cigarettes, and almost all male students who smoke will hang out here to fill the break. Before tek rida, the owner of this canteen was tek wen, his brother tek rida. However, in the second grade, Tek wen died of heart disease. Tek Rida continues his efforts.

"Nando just came down" said Tek rida who stood in front of his canteen door.

"Yes, bell has a sound?" I asked to tidy my hair in the rearview mirror.

"Udah, just now. Nando mostan also just arrived at the local"

"Yaudah tek, the ceremony first" I said then ran in the middle of the former school room that was not used. The old walls became the separation between my school and the canteen tek rida.

Buk yana's voice was heard screaming through the microphone. I saw nando rushing into the line. I immediately ran off with a proud feeling. I am not late anymore. I put my bag behind the line.

"Wiehhh tumben nih" chirps windi when I just joined the line.

I smiled in response to Windi.

"The king is not late anymore" he said.

"The fish has changed" said aldi, patting me on the shoulder.

Some of my lines laughed. I just kept quiet and felt proud. I was ready to stand for the ceremony. Even though the ceremony was boring to me.

I can't be sure that she is the most beautiful woman. But, I admit, I realized that among the rows of teachers in front of me was the line that managed to stop my gaze. He could hold me back just to keep staring. Admire all the things that are in him.

And I also can't tell what a beautiful woman looks like. Isn't beauty relative? There is no sky above the sky. And I admired him, even though I knew he was a teacher. And I realized, I couldn't be more.

Buk mutia unintentionally looked at me. And he saw me keep staring at him. I jerked. I lowered my head. Did he see me staring at him? Gumanku's.

I just kept quiet and hid myself behind Nando's body. The large tall nando body covered my existence from buk mutia. I hid behind nando's body until the ceremony was over.

A few minutes later. After the ceremony, I walked in a crowd of scattered students walking towards their local area. The sunlight was already hot. My body began to feel sultry with sweat that continued to pour. I opened my hat in class. Surprisingly, I was the only one who looked sweaty this morning. While my friend also complained of being sultry with almost invisible sweat. My head was cold with sweat soaking up my hair. My back is also wet. I felt my head pulsing. It was so painful that I forced myself to sleep with my head glued to the table.

My head still hurts when I force myself to sleep. Meanwhile, buk net said a greeting from the rest of the class. Aldi prepares the class members before starting the morning prayer that became a tradition before starting the learning. It begins with Al-fatiha, Al-ikhlas, An-nas, Al-falaq, and ends with the Verse of the chair. I still heard with my head down as if I was asleep. My head and eyes forced me to sleep. And the sound of the verses of the Qur'an echoed in my ears. Makes my head throb. I felt sick when I opened my eyes.

"Steady pain" said buk net by rubbing my forehead. I don't know what he feels. Either the heat is either cold felt by the buk net. But my body feels cold. I was shivering with cold sweat drenching some of my clothes.

"Every night strong for me?" Ask the net.

I just kept quiet. The buk net is right. I slept almost in the morning last night.

It sounds like the buk net is continuing its learning topic. After that, frenzy. Then I became deaf and dumb.

****

I woke up because I was woken up by nando. "Lah ud, take a break, eat pie" said nando. Nando stood with Jefri.

I raised my head. The pain in my head started to subside a little. I rubbed my cheeks that felt wet. Some of my friends were seen walking out. I was silent for a moment staring around. Just gather my consciousness back. I saw tika, aulia, vingky and pariti carrying boukenes.

"Rest urang ud?" I asked nando.

"Lah rest the second" said nando laughing.

Tika and the other girls bring the boukena. In my school, in one day provide two breaks. Where the first break with 30 minutes. Starting at 10:15-10:45 and 12:30-45. While the second break of 45 minutes already includes praying zuhur congregation.

"Well eat" Take nando.

I walked around nando and ijep. In this third grade, they were my friends at school. Upon arrival dikantin it turns out that tek rida was talking about me with aldi who had been first kekantin.

"His longevity in" Tek rida said.

"It's been realized he's from his coma tek" Ledek aldi.

I sat next to Aldi. I look confused. My head no longer hurts. But I felt my eyes fall because I slept for a long time.

"What dream did you have, until you slept well?" Ledek.

I just laughed kissed.

Tek Rid laughs "Bagadang all night, huh?" Ask tek rida.

"Yes tek, last night" Sahutku became an excuse. I was yesterday again. Not because of watching the ball. I was sitting in RGM last night, and I came home at one o'clock. In RGM, we do disperse often late at night. Last night more tuak brought by old business guests pram who had both become couriers sabu big city. Bg GM name, GM is an extension of sweet fat. Pram and GM told me about the lucrative pay and the fun of their lives when they became couriers. But the risk behind it makes pram and GM escape from the house bang in prison. Their old story became a shahdu with dimensions as simple as cimeng combined with eight liters of palm wine.

"Aren't you eating it?" Tawar tek rida's.

"Lai ado juo tek?"I asked fried rice.

"Maybe because occasionally join the ceremony yes" Tanya tek rida by putting a plate of fried rice and a bottle of sweet soy sauce. Tek rida already know fried rice often I mix with soy sauce. As if it had become my habit. Even tek rida once asked if I was of Javanese descent. Because fried rice every day I mix with soy sauce.

"Can be a tek" Sahut aldi. "The fish has now changed" continued aldi sambi rubbed my shoulder. Nando and ijep laughed at aldi. I continued to fill my stomach with a plate of fried rice.

This afternoon the canteen was only me and my three best friends, there were also some junior people one level below me. As usual in the second rest, the canteen is quiet compared to the first break which is always crowded.

Afdol, Nurfan, and some of his friends look new coming. I ordered a cigarette to the tek rida after I finished eating. Although not in school here anymore, nurfan and afdol sometimes took the time to play to the canteen tek rida.

"Woiii comrade" Sapa nurfan was accompanied by waving her hand at me.

"Home home school genji brawl" Ledekku to nurfan.

"No, you're not suko tawuran. You're a good person" Sahut nurfan with a joke too.

"Woi goblin" Sapa afdol to me. Goblin is the call that Afdol gave me. That call he gave me when I used to bully him who always played COC games. I'm saying that the COC game is just a fool's game. Afdol and Suhaimi always focus on staring at the phone screen and forget about the people around him. As if it was an addiction. And since then afdol called me goblin. The word afdol goblin is a character from the game COC, a soldier with a sack perum where he keeps the gold spoils of war.

Nando, ijep, aldi, and some of my juniors go down to perform the congregational prayers. My school has time for congregational prayers performed on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday. While tuesday and Friday are not held congregational prayers. In the canteen now there are only me, afdol, nurfan, zico and kiki junior from the IPS department.

Afdol invited me to play futsal between school and school after school. He said suhaimi and his other friends were waiting at gor montela. I agreed to serve the afdol challenge after dapit and zico replied in agreement.

We then disperse from the tek rida canteen that was about to close. Me, Zico, and I can walk back to school. Afdol and nurfan were waiting for me to go back to school in gor montela.

"Don't be a loser ya" cried afdol to remind us again.

"So hotshot" Timpal zico who walked behind me.

"Don't forget to take it with you gani ya ko" I said to zico.

"Siipp" replied zico briefly.

I walked up to the captain of the apin to meet my three friends who took ablution there. While zico deviated from the right and took ablution in wc mushola.

In the canteen, pak apin. Aldi is seen talking with buk diana and buk mutia. Also tek surti(Wife pak apin) who is frying fried to be sold.

"In today you go home with nando ya" I said when I just arrived in the cafeteria.

"What's that?" Ask aldi curious.

"Yes earlier afdol ngajakin sparing futsal home school" I explained and sat sideways next to aldi

Aldi was silent. I smiled at diana. I was sitting next to aldi, in front of the diana buk.

"Fry the buk" Sapaku to buk diana and take the fry.

"Yes on" Sahut buk diana.

"Buk" Sapaku then to buk mutia. Buk mutia seemed to refuse with a smile.

"Are you healthy, the headache is on?" Pants buk diana.

I just smiled at the porch eating fried food.

"Aldi doesn't like futsal" asked buk mutia.

"Like buk, but people who are less clever where used by people" said aldi humbled

"Take it aldi main futsal dikan" said buk diana.

"The old man won't come along"

"Let's teach buk. you're self-aware as well with your abilities. But it is different from being in the buk. He is the core player of this high school football team. While you, just chosen not" said aldi flattered me.

"Ohh yes, every year there is a ball race between SLTA level schools as kabuhpaten mah ndg?" Ask buk diana.

"And dikan is a candidate for school captain this year mah buk" Puji aldi who began to exaggerate.

"Is there a?" Buk mutia asked curiously.

"Yes, every year. It usually starts in the first semester, right" Tanya aldi.

"Year of yesterday early September begins" Sahutku.

"Wikan as captain?" Ask buk mutia.

"Yes I don't believe" Laughter aldi.

"Not yet know buk. The race has not yet begun" I replied.

"Year yesterday who was the captain?" Buk mutia looks enthusiastic.

"Bg wanda, senior is finished" I replied smilingly. That's what I love about buk mutia. He did not hesitate to ask. Although sometimes the question is just a lie from the alibi senta guraun alone.

"Now third grade, who belongs to the High School football team?" ask buk mutia again.

"Many" I answered briefly.

"But only dikan and ripo who became the core buk player. Captain otherwise ripo means yes dikan. Because only they are senior players who are ready to compete" explained aldi.

"Seru donk watch it tomorrow" said buk mutia.

"Watch the buk, let there be someone who can make the spirit" Guraun aldi and pass into the house pak apin. Buk mutia just smiled. Buk diana shook her head with what aldi said.

I still continue my conversation with buk mutia and buk diana. Buk mutia who is almost as tall as me is two years old from me. Buk mutia was born October 95 and buk diana a year older than buk mutia. Buk mutia and buk diana are also one village but with the distance of their homes separated a little. Buk house diana near SMP 6 MuaroKalaban, while buk mutia house is on the side of the Sumatran cross road in front of SD O5 MuaroKalaban. Buk diana also made fun of me by telling me to stop by the mutia buk house sometime. Buk mutia just laughed a little. Laughing that hides his shame.

"Lah ud, Take ablution again" said Nando when he just came out of the house of apin sir.

"Oh yes" I answered and opened my shoes.

"Ehhh people are already azan" complains nando.

"Gara-gara buk mutia nih, preoccupation ngajakin be chatted" Chirps ijep.

Buk mutia just laughed in wonder. Buk diana, and bik surti also laughed. I went in to take ablution in WC sir apin. Aldi, nando, and ijep already know that I like buk mutia. I came out after taking ablution. Buk mutia and buk diana were no more after I came out in the house.

"How much bik?" I asked to pay for my snacks.

"It has been paid by buk mutia" replied bik surti.

I walked to the mosque feeling happy. The kindness of buk mutia this afternoon amazed me even more.