Finals

The Strange Opium

I had a dream 7 years ago.

I was in 3rd semester 1. The first day of school I was late and ended up being sentenced to an hour in the field with some male students. Imagine, I was the only woman at the time. I could feel all the students looking at me, of course from behind their classroom windows.

"Enough to get here. If you are late again the punishment will increase. Understood?!"

Mr. Azis, the disciplinary teacher is staring intently at us. I don't even want to return her laser-like gaze.

"Understand sir!" shout us.

"Now go back to your classes!"

We quickly ran to each other's classes. I'm even late for class let alone choosing a bench. Right in front of the 3-1 MIPA class I knocked on the locked door from inside. A few seconds later the door opened and a young woman was seen. She's my homeroom teacher, Buk Sarah.

"Sorry my buk is late."

"Yes I know."

Buk Sarah left me and walked up to her desk. I did too, quickly closing the classroom door and walking towards the empty stool left for me. Yep, the bench that is at the very back in the right corner of the class.

"Whose student just got in your name?" ask Buk Sarah.

"Na Laya buk."

I haven't sat down yet.

"Nala Yes?" ask her again.

"Not the book but Na Laya."

I pressed my name to be properly called Buk Sarah.

"That's the same thing. Next time if someone is late your points will be reduced by two points. Just this time I'm sorry."

"Good buk!"

All the students in my class answered. And the instructions from my homeroom teacher began. If in your early days you entered school, what is it? if my class is in progress the selection of a set of students who will take care of this class. Starting from the class chairman, his deputy, secretary, treasurer and his sections.

"Anybody willing to be class president and vice class president?"

The question that Buk Sarah asked made my whole class rowdy. My new friends talked to each other who was suitable for those two positions.

"Buk, the chairman let Nurdin be. His representative is Anggi buk."

"Buk if I think match the Ahmad aja, if the representative of Ani buk."

"Eeii .. cannot do that. The chief we have to choose from is handsome like Radi. Well if the representative matches the Anggi because it is beautiful!" the other timpal.

Wait ... The radii? the man I secretly like?

I circled my eyes looking for that man. Everyone laughed at the suggestion made earlier.

"What is it, Radi? you want to be class president?"

Puk Sarah walked to the left right in the row of my classroom entrance. In the second row the mother stopped and saw the man's face. When I looked at her, she looked at me.

Ii ... This is correct?! I am in class with him?! wow, what was my dream last night!

From that moment on, he and I began to get closer.

Then the dream about her again disappeared when slowly the singing of Juna was heard by me.

"Juna ...?"

"Get up, Nay?"

I nodded and took a sitting position beside him.

"You're not sleeping? it's midnight."

I took a quick glance at my watch, it was 03.15 minutes.

It was her turn to ask. I stared at the three cups of coffee that had been toileted right in the middle of our sitting. Just think he can't sleep.

"Color hear you sing."

"Sounds inside huh?"

I just nodded and stared straight at the open ocean. Dark and silent even the sound of crickets was not heard.

"Judah sleep again, I won't be noisy."

I shook my head, if I woke up in the middle of the night it would be difficult for me to sleep again. I don't know since when I started to experience it but surely everything in my life feels chaotic after breaking up with Radi.

"What are you thinking? seriously looking at the sea."

Juna took out a pack of cigarettes and took out a stick for him to enjoy. I stared at the cigarette pack, I saw a warning message on the package but Juna didn't seem to care.

"Aren't you afraid of that message?"

My eyes turned on her and the cigarette pack alternately.

"Order this cigarette?"

"Yes, he said smoking killed you."

I pointed to the writing.

"It used to be, but now for people who are addicted like me, messages like that have not affected me."

"Is that all?"

"Yes. Every thing that makes opium when you want to escape is difficult let alone stop. Don't you try, Nay."

He warned me and then smoked his cigarette back.

I was silent for a while. Let her suck again and again that cigarette. Seeing him enjoying a cigarette made me think back.

"I'm not a cigarette addict but like him I'm addicted to others."

"What addiction? don't say drugs?!"

A pinch landed on his waist, "Have a chance."

Juna just complained in pain while laughing, he was happy when he saw me upset.

"Keep what dong?"

"Pain addiction."

I looked back at my bandaged palm. Until now the pulse and pain have not stopped but I have no problem. I think I'm addicted.

"Your opium is weird, Nay."

"It's weird and unusual but I don't care" I replied.

"Other people don't expect to experience pain you're addicted to, wonder."

I just smiled a little when Juna said that. It's not my fault if this pain slowly becomes opium. From childhood until now the pain and wounds never really left me.

"I was also astonished. Though it was not the pain that became my opium but her self."

"He who?" ask Juna.

He took out a cigarette before taking back another cigarette.

"The man I once loved."

From 1st grade High School until a few minutes before the breakup that Radi said I was still addicted to him. The feeling I want every day to enjoy the man without getting bored in the slightest but my opium is deliberately decided until I switch to the current one.

"Juna, can't I blame you?"