Chandanas

Section 2

Kiran walks down the classroom corridors, practice rooms, and other rooms to go to the library. Counting this was the first time he had borrowed a book on the premises - of course in addition to a textbook-package.

Although quite popular among students, upperclassmen, and underclassmen, Kiran is always reluctant to meet even more with women. Whenever someone greeted him or smiled at him, Kiran was always indifferent in response. This is what makes Kiran labeled as arrogant and arrogant. But of course Kiran's attitude like that is not without reason, people who know Kiran will certainly understand the reason for her attitude like that.

Meanwhile, behind his slengean and tengilnya nature, Roka is an independent person, mature, and reliable. It's just that the trauma caused by his mother's affair with another man a few years ago made Roka impressed 'difficult' to see the good side of a woman. He smote all women, that they were creatures who would easily change hearts with little seduction and contention, thinking almost all women were equally opinionated.

Roka's confidence seems to be supported by the facts he got in the field, where only with the capital of face and speech, many women who fell in love with him. Despite the fact that Roka never once dated and really close to a woman, the image of a playboy apparently clung to him because of his nature that often gives a fight and free attention.

Although Kiran has often reminded me, apparently Roka never changed. The pain caused by the betrayal of his mother was so intense for his friend. The only thing Kiran can do is pray for her best friend to find someone who can open her eyes, someone who can make her able to forgive what her mother and father did for her.

After spending nearly seven minutes, Kiran finally arrived at the library. Unlike his shadow, apparently the students in this school are quite fond of reading. Seen from the condition of the library is quite crowded visitors.

Without waiting any longer, Kiran rushed to find the book she wanted to borrow. Since some time ago he was eager to buy a book by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, but he always ran out of stock every time he wanted to buy it because the book had not been reprinted. I was hoping to find the book in the school library.

Thoroughly, Kiran went down neatly lined shelves containing thick books, some of which were dusty. It didn't take long for Kiran to finally be able to find the book she was looking for. After getting the book, Kiran rushed back to the classroom.

He walked quickly so as not to be late to class. He was sure that in a few minutes the doorbell would ring, so he had to hurry before their famous physics teacher killer walked into the classroom before him. Just after Kiran sat in her chair, the entrance bell that signaled that the lesson was about to begin was ringing out loud all over the school. He breathed a sigh of relief then dropped his head on the table.

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"Hadeeeh, I'm so sleepy. History is really bad, wonder." lamented Roka who suddenly made Kiran pinch her head.

"How ga giddy daritadi people who lo see your own face. Very centil photo doang pack everything in the edit." reply Kiran while cleaning stationery and books scattered on her desk.

"Yes, the village is very. This still let aesthetic know no, this handsome face if not supported the same to the natural aesthetics which can attract followers out there." Roka slipped a little insinuation on Kiran who rarely posted photos of her, but only random shots that were somehow very beautiful to look at.

"Much talk. I'm going to the public library, aren't I?" Kiran moved out of her chair, preparing to leave the classroom.

"It's not in your right mind, apparently. Lo first aja sono, can mabok me nyium smell of books. Ntar my malem to your house. I had a rehearsal today," because there was nothing to do, Roka immediately took her bag and walked ahead of Kiran.

The two split up at the front door of the class due to different directions. Kiran took a right to go towards the parking lot while Roka went the opposite direction to head towards the basketball court.

The atmosphere of the school seems still crowded, as well as the parking lot that looks crowded by students who flock to want to go home. Reluctant to jostle, Kiran decides to sit under a guava tree near the parking lot while waiting for the density to unravel.

At school, there are not many trees that still stand. Most have been cut down to build a new building. But the air temperature that afternoon did not feel hot at all because the weather was fairly cloudy and cloudy. While occasionally observing the sky, Kiran glanced towards the parking lot, hoping that the students would leave immediately so that she would not have to wait too long.

A dozen minutes passed, the parking lot had started to look quiet. Kiran was about to get out of place when she accidentally saw a girl drop a bicycle in the parking lot. From a distance, Kiran frowned in astonishment because instead of returning the bike she dropped in its original position, the girl appeared to kick the bike she dropped until a fairly loud creaking sound was heard. He then put on a helmet and then drove his motorbike to leave the bike in a collapsed state.

Kiran was completely out of thought with what the girl was doing. He walked towards the parking lot, precisely towards the collapsed bicycle. Kiran carefully tried to return the bike to its original position, but failed because it turned out that the rim of the bike tire was bent, he assumed this happened because the girl who bullied him with the bike.

"Geez, such a human being. These guys have a bike. How about, when did I live like this?" Kiran tried to check the condition of the bike. It seems that not only the rim is damaged, some parts of the bike also look beret and blisters.

"Did I take it to the workshop? But what kind of girl does she have?" Kiran repeatedly asked herself what she should do. After thinking for a long time, he decided to wait for the owner of the bike. Kiran marginalized the bike to the edge and then leaned it on his motorbike so as not to collapse and run over the other motorbike.

For about three hours Kiran waited, there was no sign of the owner. Even the parking lot is completely deserted. Only a handful of motorbikes are still parked, most likely belonging to children who are following the excrement and children who are used to go home at night.

After confirming that there was no one at all, Kiran turned on her motorbike and left the school area. He drove his bike at high speed, hoping that the public library would still be open so there was no need to wait until tomorrow to borrow books.

It took a quarter of an hour for Kiran to arrive at the public library. Unlike the school library this morning, the public library atmosphere seemed a little quieter. There were not many vehicles parked outside, only a few motorcycles and three cars.

He rushed inside. The atmosphere of silence, silence, and calm he felt immediately as he set foot inside the library. Dozens maybe even hundreds of large shelves lined up neatly in sequence.

A young librarian who was standing not far from Kiran seemed to be aware of his presence. The young girl reprimanded Kiran with a good afternoon greeting. "Good afternoon, Masnya, want to read, or borrow a book?"

Kiran who was at first shocked immediately tried to relax. "You borrow a book, brother."

"Ohh, fine. Please find the book, the library will close the problem." without losing the smile, the librarian reassembled the books he brought from the trolley to some empty space on the bookshelves.

Kiran rushed to find the book she wanted. In a hurry, he checked one by one the shelves. He meticulously looked at the title after title on the side cover of the books lined up neatly on the old wooden shelf that was right in front of him. After a dozen minutes of searching, Kiran managed to find the book. Relieved at having found the two readings that would accompany him the next few days, Kiran excitedly headed for the table that was near the entrance to complete the book lending procedure. After everything was done, he decided to rush back home before it became even more night.

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"Heh, let alone the sound of that time! Watch a movie that's so noisy!" peeker Kiran from the bathroom.

This is what happens if Roka stays at Kiran's house, the calm atmosphere that Kiran has been craving every time she is at home ends up horrible. Starting from the noisy nature of Roka, the pattern of his behavior when sleeping, to his habit of delirious while screaming and clawing at anything around him.

Kiran dried her hair with a towel, then picked up a comfortable plain t-shirt. He glanced at Roka who seemed to focus on the war film played on his computer screen. Without trying to disrupt Roka's concentration, Kiran picked up the book she had previously borrowed in the school library.

After having time to look for the right place to read without being disturbed by the noise caused by Roka and his activities, he said, Kiran decided to sit in a lounge chair located on the balcony of her room despite having hesitated for fear of mosquito attacks. He had just opened the first page of the book when a piece of blue paper fell right at his feet. With hesitation, he took the paper. Seen and read well, apparently the paper is a loan paper and a return book.

When viewed from the color that almost faded, the paper most likely has existed since before Kiran became a student at Tunas Kelapa High School, but what makes Kiran a little surprised is the number of borrowers before her who turned out to be only one person, he said, more surprised when he saw the return date which turned out to be only one day adrift from the date he borrowed the book.

Indeed, he admitted that not many people like philosophy books, especially among high school students. Novels or other light readings may be much more in demand by teenagers today, especially girls who are very fond of reading books with the genre of romance. He was quite impressed that there was someone who liked to read philosophy books like himself.

Kiran observed the paper, she read the only borrower's name listed there. "Mhandana?"

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