Grizzled
Episode 12's
“New fifteen minutes started and you've logged out, Shira?” ask Miss Zahira.
“Iya, Miss,” I replied.
“Already sure of your answer?” ask again.
“Um, I resigned, Miss.”
The blistering Indo-Australian teacher chuckled softly.
“Sadly, if you want to be more careful you can get the perfect value,” he replied then walked to my desk, showing the results of my English repetition with the CBT system from his phone. Nine exactly, no less and no more. Yasinta next to me was loud.
“How much is it worth, Yas?” ask Rifani.
“Don't, later you envy!” reply Yasinta.
“You should be envious, you still have plenty of time. Do it carefully until time is completely up. You can definitely surpass Shira's value,” Miss Zahira said. Shortly after that Ardian seemed to stretch.
“Wah, I just talked to work on it seriously. You logged out too, Dian? I hope you have no regrets knowing your value,” said Miss Zahira.
“Just be free, Miss. I only slightly understand this material, although done until tomorrow, if I do not understand it, my value will only be like that. Better I log out than waiting for a reply,” replied Dian.
“I appreciate your honesty, Dian. Learn more diligently so that you can work with your own abilities and get good results.”
“Good, Miss. Can I come out?” tanyakanya.
“Bby, but don't disturb other classes huh!”
Shortly after, the Eagle also stood up from his chair.
“I'm done too, Miss. I am permission to the library,” he said.
“Please, Lang!”
I was speechless to see the Eagle come out while carrying the old brown-coated book. Uh! A reply from Sekti!
“Shira, you can also come out if you want,” said Miss Zahira resuscitated me from daydreams.
“Eh? Yes, Miss,” I replied hurriedly out following the Eagle, immediately stepping in his footsteps that traced along the corridor to the library. We passed Ardian in the cafeteria who seemed to be having breakfast. He offered us hot chocolate. I shook my head, Eagle too. This is not a good time to relax.
“Hey, since when can you see the writing in the book?” my many. I remember that time it was just me alone who was like a fool to assume that the book was not empty.
“A few days ago, after I entered the gray world. At that time I saw Rihana writing a poem for mading on this sheet of paper. It was strange to see him writing on paper that was already filled with writing, but Rihana said that this paper was empty. I'm starting to understand that I can see the writing that you saw back then,” explained Eagle.
“Lho? Means one sheet of this book has been torn?”
“I've collected it again. I thought it was very important even though I couldn't read the contents.”
“Wah, if you and I are both unable to translate the contents, how can we understand the reply message from Sekti?” my many.
“That's why I went here,” said Eagle. We arrived at the library. The door is unlocked without anyone guarding it. Maybe Mr. Hanri is having class.
“What here is this book language translator?” my many. The eagle looked at me lazily.
“There is such a thing!” the answer is back to its unfriendly mode, “we need a lot of information. I think this place is quite adequate.”
I chose to sit down, letting the Eagle sort through the books. The old book he left on my table opened up on a whim. These strange writings still exist and now not only I can see them. The eagle has not yet returned from the back shelf, whether it is still looking for what book.
“What, the hell, are you looking for? Say, dong! I'm here also of interest, so let me help!” kataku. The eagle just clucked slowly.
“Do not be noisy! Help me find the Encyclopedia of Indonesian History!” said. Indonesian History? Make what?
“Why not search through catalog? It's easier that way,” I replied.
“Eh? Exist any? Why didn't you tell me from earlier?!”
“Ya no! Hence say, dong!” my answer. As a former member of — literacy which has now disbanded— of course I have digital data such as library catalogs.
“There are a dozen more books like that, Lang. Which one do you want?”
“Yang anywhere. Where is it?” tanyanya was impatient.
“Tell me, I don't care!” replied the Eagle then went to the place I meant. I sneered at him annoyed.
He revoked one of the Indonesian History Series books volume to so many. Honestly, I don't know what information the Eagle needs.
“Rather than comparing the characters with thousands of existing characters, I am more interested in looking for the background of the figure of Sakti and Sekti,” he said starting to explain, “I want to know the situation of the times when they were alive. By finding the point in time, we will more easily know what language was used in that era.”
“Are you sure they're from Indonesia?”
“Their names don't sound like the names of strangers, Shir. I believe they are from the archipelago and if not wrong .. if not wrong they lived in the era of six hundred years ago,” said Eagle. I was surprised to learn that the Eagle could deduce many things like this, and was also surprised to learn that the Eagle could make peace with me.
“I also know they've both been trapped in that gray world for hundreds of years, but where do you make sure they lived six hundred years ago?” my exposition.
“Still remember when I asked how many helper monsters there were? Sakti answered through a calculation, six hundred divided by sixty times two.”
“Then?”
“I think you're starting to understand, that calculation obviously means something. Since six hundred years ago, every six decades, there were two souls who could not escape from there, ending up in the hands of a Sect monster and becoming its followers. That's what it means!”
Puh, I patted my eel.
“I didn't think about it at all!” my answer.
“For you are not as smart as it looks,” replied the Spicy Eagle. I laugh at myself. The eagle is still the eagle. Where can?! How can he make peace with me?! His words could always be war ammunition.
“Alright, then what was the event six hundred years ago? The 15th-century? The arrival of the Dutch?”
“Not, the Dutch first reached the archipelago in 1596. It's been a century.”
“Then who? England?”
“Tolol! The British arrived in the 17th century. Is your knowledge so shallow?”
“Sorry, the value of Indonesian History C,” I replied lazily.
“I wouldn't be proud if I were you,” reply cuek.
“I'm not proud either, kok!” irked me. Oh, my gosh, if this is the case how can we have a good discussion and find a way out?!
In the end, we both argue about unimportant things more often than we seek information. Forget about the time when the Sakti and Sekti twins lived. The eagle actually lectured me about the exploration of the ocean by the Europeans. Not once did he twice say I was stupid or ***** just because of a trivial error — was like mispronouncing the name of an ocean explorer from Portugal.
“Stop saying I'm stupid, Lang! I'm just not interested in knowing those things! I'm a MIPA kid anyway. Although it is hard to ask for forgiveness, quantum physics is more interesting than those historical stories!” my reply.
“It's common knowledge, Shir, Junior High kid already knows. The key is just reading. This is also a mandatory maple, MIPA children should also know,” he said. Ow hell! Ow hell! I shut my ears tight. Right?! Finally he forgot the original purpose of opening the encyclopedia.
“Enough, Lang, I want to go back to class,” I said getting out of my chair, reluctant to argue any longer.
“Yes already, I also want to go back,” the answer came to stand and close the book.
“Why? Can't find the information yourself? I thought you all know,” answered me half insinuating.
“After I thought, asking Sakti directly is better than bothering like this,” he replied.
“True my guess?! You just deliberately asked me to fight! Just wasting time!” I was annoyed to turn around immediately.
“I don't intend so ...“
“Already, quiet!” snapped rough. Eh? Why am I being this temperament?! I looked back to find the Eagle staring at me.
“I don't mean that,” we said together. I was surprised the Eagle said so too. A few seconds of silence swallowed us. No, that doesn't mean I feel guilty for snapping at him just now that — who should feel guilty is him. I don't know, it feels so strange when emotions suddenly just come off. Uh, it looks the same!
“Enough, Shir,” said the Eagle looked once not knowing what to say, “you are right, this is just a waste of time,” he said then handed the ancient book to me, “ini yours, , secret exits in it are also for you, not for me.”
“I mean not ...“
“Just for free I came to find out. Sooner or later you can understand the contents without my help. Stop convincing me that I can also get out of there,” he said then go by before I could return a word.
I just mute, squeezing the edge of the table. He was angry, not interested in solving this mystery anymore, or he was desperate, as if he knew how this story ended the way it should.
.Seriate.
