Flashbacks

Prologues

"Where are you going? How come it's such a hurry," I said as I saw Raisa who tidied up the books and also put her laptop in the bag. It was seen if he was in a hurry as if something was chasing him.

"Gue wants SMA reunion at 3 o'clock. I'm in a hurry."

High School Residential? I never went to a show like that. Either no one took the initiative to make it or I didn't know.

"Gue kangen is very similar to High School. I haven't seen 1 year and a half. Want to see what their faces are now," said Raisa who then sipped her avocado juice that stayed a little.

"But, you still often meet with your High School friends," said I pulled a glass and drank the rest.

"That's it-that's it. Yeah, I'll go first. Bye, see you tomorrow," Raisya said as she waved at me. I just returned with a wry smile. It's not that I'm upset that Raisa left me alone. But I'm upset because I can't be like Raisa. Meet with friends in High School. Friends who made me have many memories. But now. Exchanging news has never been. In fact, I don't know where they are now. I can only pray that they are always in God's protection and that we can make the story like it used to be.

Chequek...

The pen will scratch the ink on the sacred paper. Write down what I feel right now. The song A Classic Story by Sheila on 7. The song that once spun 1 year 7 months ago during graduation.

*What do you miss most in High School? Hours of empty lessons, skipping lessons to the cafeteria, hiberah temen-temen-tenu, or meet someone who managed to make you interested?

Come to think of it, the High School period is indeed the most pleasant time. Meet the absurd people who always make me laugh. In High School, I felt that friendship felt very strong. Especially if asked, "choose temen or exkul?" When I used to skip my excrement by going home after prayer, me and my 4th friend immediately ran outside the classroom. Funny to remember too.

The most ridiculous thing, during the ceremony. I once pretended to faint in order to sleep in the UKS. Or when playing a chase with Pak Wahab because he was caught skipping lessons in the cafeteria.

If time could be played back, I'd like to make a story more ridiculous than I've ever done so far. I will also tell my friends so that our friendship does not break out as it is now. Never exchanged news, not even knowing where they were all now.

I miss all of my compact classmates, who always make me laugh, who always help me when I'm told to go forward with physics, and I miss taking pictures with you. The last photo taken at graduation. The picture is still on the wall of my room.

And I miss the four of you too. Miss skipping lessons together, ghibah together, sleeping together, group work but even make tiktok. Where are you guys now? Do you remember me? With the stories we made five? Hopefully soon we meet, make a new story, and do not lose contact again*.

After writing this, I miss it even more. Until those memories began to settle and appear in my memory. "Our story is indeed to be remembered at a time like this, my friend."

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