Dream Scratches

04. Destinies

Arka rushed to class. His face looked serious even ignoring the few pairs of eyes that were watching him. Naturally, they were still strangers to Arka. It was common for people to keep seeing him then whispering about it.

Brak!

Someone hit Arka from behind. Luckily he was just jerked and he could keep his balance.

"Ouch..." The groaning made Arka turn around.

He found a man with glasses with books lying on the floor.

"I'm sorry" said Arka, helping to clear the book.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry," said the man as Arka pulled him to his feet.

Arka smiled as usual, "It's okay. Then I'll go first!"

Without waiting for a reply Arka had taken wide steps.

At the classroom door, Arka comes in. He stopped in front of the door, sweeping his gaze across the room. Niente. The carcass is empty too.

'Where is he?'

Arka approached one of the women sitting in the front row.

"Sorry, do you know where Dina is?"

The woman shook her head, "I don't know."

"Yes, thank you."

Arka scratched the back of her head. Breathing out of his mouth. Rest is running out, there is no way he is looking outside the classroom anyway Arka is not too familiar with his new school environment. Therefore, Arka decided to wait for Dina until the bell entered.

3 mins...

2 mins...

1 mins...

Arka's eyes continued to stare at the wall clock without switching. His right hand has been knocking on the table ever since he sat down.

Tet...

Tet...

'Finally!'

Arka looked towards the classroom door, the place where all the students who came from their 'rest' would pass. One by one enter including Rendi and friends.

"Well... Mathematics!" said Rendi listlessly.

"Emang why? Meet your own mother anyway!" Gibran teased Rendi who was in front of him.

"Sorry, my mother is home again waiting for her favorite son to come home!"

"Your rich model's son is impossible to imagine.."

"Or ah! Males is talking to you!"

"You can't do it a day?!" sahut Sera with nosedived eyebrows.

"Don't a day, an hour of it don't feel right!" answered Rendi while sitting down.

"This time it's a real boy!" gibran agreed.

Mouth fights happen and continue.

Arka ignored the four-tiered chatter that one class could hear and remained focused on the door.

The distinctive body silhouette of a girl is seen on the wall then appears the person she is looking for. Arka's back was straight as Dina entered but slouched back when a teacher was not far behind Dina.

Be Arka undo his intentions temporarily, maybe until the time of school.

After greeting, Ms. Era put a black plastic bag on the table. It became a big question mark, everyone started to guess what it contained. If indeed personal items are not possible to put there must be under the table or elsewhere.

"Eh! What did the teacher bring?"

"Don't know! But I don't feel good."

"Sama, me too."

Arka heard it, not only the people beside her but the whole class also whispered to each other. Saw him Arka so come to guess what it is. He also stares at Dina who looks calm and has no voice. There were two things that Arka guessed, first maybe Dina already knew what the contents of the bag were, second Dina did not care. And Arka made her choice to the second one, remembering Calista's saying that Dina was a closed person.

The voices disappeared as soon as Bu Eri stood facing all the disciples.

"Chapter three is done, right?"

"It's over!" answer all at once.

"Today we repeat."

"HUH?!"

Panic hit them. Ms. Eri took out the contents of a black plastic bag that turned out to be a stack of photocopying papers about. Not staying silent all issued their negotiation moves to Bu Eri who certainly can not change anything.

Good luck, guys!

***

Class is over. It's time to pack things up and get ready to go home. Arka was still thinking about how to talk to Dina who was busy with her phone.

Because the desire was greater than the confusion Arka began to raise a voice.

"di-i"

"Guy! Our math is out!" exclaim Ken while carrying a paper replay.

"Said Bu Era, the highest value is in our class," continued Ken who invited curious.

"Wow! Really?"

"Who has the highest score?"

"Yes, who?"

"How much is it worth?"

Arka tried to listen. His face looks excited. Waiting for the words Ken said.

"The score is 97.5 and it's achieved by...." Ken deliberately made a thrilling atmosphere.

Plus the backsounds of some male disciples hitting the table formed a rhythm.

"Shhhhh!!" Female students put on unpleasant looks.

"By...."

"Splash!" exclaim the girls.

"Carca!" said Ken while showing his hand towards Arka.

Arka smiled widely. Very wide. Happiness was clearly on his face. Applause was heard as a sign of appreciation for Arka's achievement. It can be concluded that Arka is indeed a proven smart student although still new but has become number one.

"Happy Arka!!"

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations Ka!"

"You're great Ka!"

"Sometimes teach me dong..."

That's some classmate's response. Arka held the palms together and said a lot of thanks.

After Ken handed out the paper, all the students left the class to go home.

Arka was unceasingly smiling even she was not afraid of her teeth drying out. Satisfied to see the value listed, he put the paper in the bag. Arka closed the zipper bag, she suddenly remembered.

He looked up and breathed a sigh of relief because Dina was still sitting there. Arka stood up and approached the lowered Dina.

"di-i"

The speech of Arka was again cut off. Dina suddenly stood up, making her confused and silent on the spot.

"Surge!" exclaimed Dina in a cold tone without looking or looking.

Arka was surprised until her shoulder was lifted for a while. He shifted to the side to make way. Dina passed by just like that and left in a hurry.

'Why with him?'

Arka only saw Dina's departure until she disappeared behind the door.

Because the mission failed, Arka chose to go home and think about it at home. Tomorrow he has to straighten it out so his brain can calm down.

****

In a small and simple house, there are many chairs lined up neatly. The poles are installed to avoid guests from the heat of the Sun even though it is late afternoon. The atmosphere is well created.

In the house there was a family gathered. Inevitably that feeling perched in their hearts. Spreads to all nerves. Provides stimuli that pump feelings. The water constantly falls on the cloth. Just throw it away without anyone hindering.

Memory records play, showing each event. There is some sense of inadmissibility with the destiny created. But what power, can only let go and hope the best for him.

Goodbye.