HALF-WING
Empty Clock
The sun began to wave its light, in the schoolyard, the wind felt like an ice blanket hugging Hana's body. Hana equipped both arms and accelerated her pace towards the classroom. He could not stand the morning until it made him shudder cold. And at his peak, he was not wearing a jacket or anything that could warm his body.
Hana sits leaning against the classroom wall, her desk now moving right in front of the teacher's desk. Since the class a few months ago, the students have changed seats and changed friends. Because they are familiar with each other, they become relatively relaxed about choosing a seat.
When she first entered the new class, Hana left at the very end so that only one table was left. But he did not find Inung next to him, both Hana and other students have now changed table pairs.
Right behind Hana's desk is Inung, behind her is Ruri's desk, while Aji is at the end of the table one table with Ruri's table.
The doorbell rings.
A teacher entered the classroom in a hurry, writing down some questions and video files as a reference to work on. The teacher was named Pak Bagus, a young man in his twenties with an almost perfect life. Handsome, intelligent, friendly, authoritative, and disciplined. He had a good public speaking, but unfortunately there was almost no humor there.
Usually Pak Bagus will explain the material by using a video from a web page that he downloaded based on a book that has been adapted to the curriculum. After that it will be continued with a random quiz, then a practice question. Too ambitious for Hana who greatly glorifies the comfort zone.
But it seems like the day was different, Hana saw it as a sign of an empty clock. The first time in recent months Hana had not witnessed the teacher storytelling in front of the class.
After finishing giving some messages, Mr. Nice darted as if he just disappeared.
"Han, work yeah, I'll cheat on you." Inung wiggled Hana's chair.
"That's a hell of a deal, Nung. I'm talking about math."
"Hes, it still hurts you even if you say bego, I can't handle it."
"You can do it, so you want to do it?"
Inung grimaced, "not really, anyway. I'm a males."
"Sama-sama is also males. Yeah, wait for another kid to start."
"Wait for another child how? The kids are just at your ngandelin, Han."
"It's so free to take me. Though they know my math value is all but blocked. Later if your grades are ugly then know the taste."
"We don't care, want a good cake, want ugly. What matters is done. Males really ngerjain ginian numbers if not forced."
"You think if I do, I don't have to?"
Inung laughs.
"Yes already. I don't know if I'm straight into kayak gini. Wait for Bella to finish, I'm asking you how to do it."
Bella, a student who has been a rival of Hana since the 10th grade, they are fighting for the first position in the class, more precisely Bella who really wants the position. Since the beginning of the 11th grade, Bella officially became the occupant of room number 27 along with Hana, Zia, and also Novi.
"Bella, are you done yet?" Ask Hana.
"No, Han. There's less of one thing."
"Alarin dong, Bel. I've done a few, but I don't know if this fits the same example. Ask me to teach you something I haven't done yet."
"I can't explain it, you see mine."
Hana seemed worried, she waited for Bella to finish her writing.
After Hana copied some of Bella's answers, Hana handed her writing to Inung, and re-opened the thick novel she had read a few days ago.
The classroom atmosphere became crowded, according to some teachers, Hana's class was the noisiest IPA student in history. Generally IPA students have a very calm and obedient nature, but this time it is almost no different from other students, even some are stamped very wayward. Hana became one of them. He felt he had never done any juvenile delinquency, not even against teachers. But because of his sleeping habits, he was stamped as a wayward child because he was considered less disciplined.
From behind, Ruri walked closer towards Hana. He stops right at Inung's table, not once does Ruri sit at Hana's table.
"By reading what?" Ask Ruri.
"It's still yesterday."
"Tumben is not finished? Usually change the title."
"It's hard for me to read it, not in my brain. But if not continued I wonder the same story. So I continued reading even if I had to repeat myself to understand."
"Ooh, that's it." Ruri nodded, "try herein your hand."
Ruri grabbed Hana's hand, then held it tenderly.
"It's my hand you pinjem, I can't continue reading dong?"
"Yes, read it later."
The panic began to feel. Hana is not too comfortable her hand held for long, even by a Ruri though. Either because he was in a public space, or Hana who did not really like it.
Hana immediately released her hand from Ruri's grasp by pretending to want to continue reading.
"I'll be curious, so new responsibility nyampe half chapter."
Ruri smiled knot.
"Ri, pinjem mobile." Pinta Inung suddenly.
"Make what?"
Ruri gave her phone to Inung unconditionally.
Here Hana felt a little offended, because he never once tried to borrow Ruri's phone, or even dared to open the privacy space Ruri as Inung did. As usual, Hana was upset, but did not know who to be angry with. Is it on Ruri who lightly gives the phone to Inung? Or to Inung who without burden borrowed Ruri's phone? Or should Hana be angry with herself for not being able to express her discomfort directly?
Hana lowered her book on her lap, she was busy bowing her head, immersing her eyes into writing that she did not fully understand its meaning.
"Hey, if your position is like that, it will hurt his neck." Ruri broke the momentary silence that enveloped the two of them.
"Not really."
"Like ngeyel kalo arguablyin."
"People aren't really sick, because my position changes. In fact, every bit of pegel immediately moved position, not the one that ducked continuously, tilted continuously, or straightened continuously." Answer Hana ketus.
"Yes, yeah, yeah."
"The task you just didn't take to the teacher's room?"
"Later on, something wasn't finished. If not, then I'll take a break."
"Who did you cheat on?"
"Look, I know for myself!"
"I saw you write the answer."
Ruri laughs. "Ngeledek. Actually, some of it was I did it myself, but the rest of it was yours."
There was no answer from Hana's mouth. He was only fixated with rows of letters arranged to form a beautiful story.
Ruri looked at the serious looking side of Hana. A girl who is hard to guess. A moment cheerful, a moment moody, a moment later became a girl who likes to nag. But her silence was the thing that Ruri feared the most.
***
The break bell rings.
As usual, Hana prepared herself to sleep, ignoring her friends' calls to the cafeteria or just sitting relaxed outside the classroom.
"Come, Han, to the cafeteria." Take Ruri.
Hana shakes.
"I'm staying, huh?"
Ruri leaves Hana asleep alone, but she can't help but force Hana to wake up, or force herself to accompany Hana in the room.
Until the moment the bell rang, Hana was still in her place.
There's one more empty class announcement.
"Right, if you go in, go in. Once empty, the other subjects follow empty as well." Inung complained when he found out the subject teacher was not present.
"Let's just time. We're gonna need a break for fresh brains, too." Answer Aji.
"We have paid a lot of money, until the school there is no teacher. Gini-gini too, I'm still thinking of the parents' money." Continue again Inung.
"You know, you should also be diligent in learning, not just copy the answer like that. You're hilarious!" Aji was stunned to hear Inung's reply.
"I mean, mending don't go with his empty hour gini. For example, once a week, once a fortnight, or not once a month. I know empty hours are good, but most of the time, they're bosen too. I want to sleep like Hana, but I can't."
"This time I agree with Inung. An empty clock keeps getting empty. You see the task so stacked, where many anyway." Ruri greeted Inung's words with enthusiasm.
"Udah, that. Want to be empty, want to not, now the horror is the same." Aji Timpal.
Seeing Aji who was taking a jacket in her bag and wearing it in front of Ruri, Ruri immediately looked at Hana. In this cold weather, Ruri was afraid that Hana would get the flu if her sleep continued to be left without a blanket.
Ruri did not bring a jacket, since morning she only wore an OSIS uniform wrapped in an alma mater suit.
A moment later Ruri took off the alma mater coat and gave it to Inung. "Nung, please dong. Hana's blanket."
"Why don't you blanket yourself?" Despite the protests, Inung continues to carry out Ruri's orders.
"Ri, you've invited Hana to join us. Talk what cake, kayak first. If not, then the important thing is to follow the nimbrung." Aji suddenly complained.
"Well, you're talking carefully! Later people who do not know can misunderstand your words. Later it will be thought that Hana is troubled, or not we are considered evil." Sergey Inung while pinching Aji's arm hard.
"I've said things like gini well with Hana, we can't mean he has to gini it has to be. He's just sleeping instead of being away from us or other friends. Because he no longer sleep also our conversation smoothly, right?" Ruri sighed. "So it's just Hana who likes to sleep."
"Know, here, Aji. Say you want to find a way for PDKT with Zia, the IPS child."
Ruri smiled at Inung's reply. The two people in front of him did indeed like to talk carelessly, but they did not really want to make others hurt.
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