Dream Scratches

06. Draws

"Haaaaahhhhh......."

In the corner of the classroom, a sigh of fatigue was heard. This has been the number of times. One week passed and during that time the Ark was beaten.

Dina actually raised the war flag. Not only him, the entire class was in an uproar to see the metamorphosis of the woman. Not physically or personally but academically and academically. If all this time Dina only looks silent and acts behind the scenes, now no longer. She is now an active student. All the thoughts that were once harbored are now coming out without hesitation. Starting from doing the problem in front, answering questions, to presentations.

For the value does not need to be asked again. Both impromptu, daily replicas, quizzes and other tasks almost got 100. Arka felt very cornered. He who used to always be number one must be satisfied with the second position. It never crossed his mind to get an opponent this strong.

But...

Brak!

'No! I can't lose to him!!' with a burning spirit.

The shaking of the table made several pairs of eyes turn. Arka immediately put on a grin to show what he did accidentally. They return to their original activities.

It's been the turn of the clock that the final lesson is about to begin. Arka intends this time will be better than Dina. Judging from the subject Arka could have been superior this time because he has a pretty good ability. Although Arka does not know Dina can or not but he is sure to win.

"Good afternoon!" Miss Nana arrived at the class.

"Sore Ma!"

Ms. Nana was standing in front of the class as she used to do when she was about to give assignments.

"Someone knows what kind of task the teacher is going to do today?"

The majority shook their heads.

"Don't know Mom."

Arka did not make a sound, but actually he was anxious himself waiting for the task so that he could immediately defeat Dina. He was so sure about that.

"Nobody knows? Okay, then."

'Hurry Mom!' Arka.

"Today's job is..... Draw!"

'Yes!'

The spirit of Arka is becoming.

"But this time we will draw a character or a homemade figure!" added Ms. Nana.

'WHAT?!'

Lost his confidence. Arka does have good drawing skills but he is not that skilled let alone make his own character. It was his intention.

"Mother's own?" ask one of the students.

"Yep!"

"That means you can't imitate an existing character?"

Ms. Nana shook her head with her eyes closed. "Can't!"

"Well... Difficult dong!"

"I don't take pictures!"

"Ouch! Forgot to bring a picture book!"

"Well! My pencil did exactly say it!"

"Gue doesn't have an eraser."

And there are still many other complaints that come out.

"Today must be over because it will be my immediate value."

The students of sweatdrop ria heard it. Want to protest but Bu Nana has narrowed her eyes, a sign of not accepting the lawsuit in any form. You can only give up and do what you can rather than get angry.

Ms. Nana sat in the teacher's chair to wait for the work of her students.

Drawing books, pencils, dyes, rulers, erasers, and so on are the things that each needs. But since classes have unwritten principles like 'one for all' so they borrow from each other. Not all, but the majority.

Arka carrying complete drawing equipment. Nothing in particular, all the drawing tools that are commonly used for students. Surrounding and looking at the ceiling. Arka twisting the brain. Trying to find ideas that can save his value and self-esteem.

But still, blank. There was no way he would draw a view of a mountain or a beach, it was not very elite after all it was out of the given theme. Arka thinks how to draw a cartoon character. Then he remembered the article he had read. The thing that is needed in making the character is to determine the general and special characteristics that it has. The problem is that Arka doesn't have any picture. He also does not understand the relationship between attitude and appearance.

'Stock. Attitudes. Appearance.' Arka came back on the white paper.

"ah! I know!" he muttered while grabbing a pencil.

Plain paper doesn't last long when a pencil slashes it. Sometimes Arka stopped to think while lifting a moving finger to form an illusionary line.

'I have to!' Arka encourages herself.

"It doesn't matter how important the results are I'll do my best!" exclaim Arka.

"It seems like this is less here."

"This is how it is!"

"It's even less slippery."

"It's so hard!"

An hour more they spent. There were already some who came forward to hand over the task. This makes others speed up the hand movements. Time keeps going. It was only in the last seconds that Arka and about five disciples gathered.

In Arka's heart hope no one knows the picture.

"okay! Everyone has gathered. The teacher will talk a little bit about making characters or figures."

Start Bu Nana to explain the understanding, basics, and techniques of drawing at a glance. Arka did not listen too much because he was lazy in the things that had happened to him.

"Well! Earlier, the teacher saw that you have completed the task well even though there are still shortcomings. But there's also a picture that's been good and I really appreciate that." Ms. Nana clapped her hands followed by the others.

"This is the picture." Ms. Nana showed a picture of a woman wearing a beautiful school uniform.

All were amazed with sparkling eyes looking at him.

"Whoa! Very nice!"

"Woahhhh..!"

"Gilak! Very cool!"

"Cute.beautiful!"

"Cute!"

"If that's my picture.."

"Feed!"

The pose is simple and uncomplicated but because it is well processed and very detailed the results become very good as illustrations of novel characters. Even Arka was interested to see it. Greatable. In his heart Arka praised whoever drew it.

"And this was made by..." Ms. Nana saw the name on the paper.

"Dina!"

All eyes were on Dina. Arka glared behind him. The sound of applause again adorned the room but this one was louder.

Dina looked around. Everyone applauded with a smiling face. Unlike Dina who actually put on a look like a confused person. For a moment his mind was empty. Then Dina looked at the window.

Arka's surprised. From the side he saw a small smile rising on Dina's lips. Arka could clearly see Dina's expression though not whole, enough to conclude that Dina was being pleased.

'He can do that too?' Arka had already stamped Dina the cold face.

Who would have thought now that the plywood face could have a crescent round arch. It was unexpected. Arka suddenly remembered something.

'But he if praised is usually not like that!'

Arka's daydreams were scrapped when Ken shared his picture book. Just put it in the bag and get ready to wait for the cue to come home.

****

The sky is orange. The birds return to their nests. Many people passed by. But not too crowded the road because this is past the time to go home from work and it is not yet night.

A long chair in the city park was sitting with Dina looking at her shoes. He smiled, recalling what happened a moment ago. The smile was increasingly wide to make Dina laugh. Then his head looked up at the twilight. Orange light bounces on the face disguising the hue of thin lines that appear.

"This is what it feels like...."

Still with interested cheeks and emblazoned teeth Dina stepped lightly with a swinging hand.

Laughter accompanied his journey to where he lived.