Karatan Bad Boy

Part 37#Home World Students

Solitude is only a word but increasingly felt when it becomes a reality in his life. If he is free, certainly out there a lot of things that can be explored but at this time can only sit while listening to the explanation of the lessons from the teacher who is ahead there.

He admitted his current residence was quite comfortable with three buildings put together. Moreover, even though it has different functions, it remains aligned into a single unit. Only, he did not understand why it was put into the dormitory. Buildings occupied by children with various skills.

Although only a few days in the dorm. He could feel a different atmosphere despite being in the wild world that had rules and even clearly seen everyone respect each other. While his life yesterday was inversely proportional to fifty degrees.

In the midst of daydreaming, suddenly something hit his forehead presenting pain because the hard object distracts him from the outside world. The tense face of Mr. Teacher followed by a sharp eye with red cheeks certainly because he ignored it when giving lessons. He was aware of his mistake but he did not want to bow down.

"What kind of disciples are busy daydreaming and do not care about the lessons that the teacher conveys. Do you want to transfer your school abroad?" said the teacher scolded Rafa with a loud voice until the neck veins look prominent.

It is not that he does not care just that he has studied the material described by the teacher, even including the next material. He was tired of letters, numbers that always filled the head. How not to get bored, when every time is just busy learning as a form of venting solitude. If you keep reading books, you may forget how to hold a basketball.

"I'm sorry, yes, sir. Can't you do the learning method any other way?" Rafa looked at his teacher without shame. Saturated alone must continue to spell books, while the heart also misses loved ones who are not with him.

"If you are pleased, we can go down with the ruler, and measure the elbow of a swing below. You should know that the material conveyed is like enjoying the porridge made yesterday.

"Look, please make an impromptu exam and I'd rather do that. How, deal?" Rafa who decided to do what made the Master dumbfounded widened his eyes.

All because only this time there are students who enjoy relaxing time. Though still hours of lessons but in one rebuke it immediately gives a challenge. The opportunity that did not come twice made the teacher respond to Rafa's request. Then prepare an impromptu exam of the material just delivered.

Preparation for the thirty takes twenty minutes. His busyness is actually used by Rafa to lay his head on the table to pick up the dream world. The magical behavior of the student makes the teacher can only shake his head. What can he do?

After remembering the day Rafa came. He and all the boarding guard team were asked to be patient with the student. Sure enough, the behavior of the student does require a special pool of patience. Maybe I was impatient all along.

When destiny shows reality A but hope wants B. What can humans do? Of course just adapt trying to balance between the rest of the breakfast and the wishful thinking that greets reality as acceptance, meeting and separation that no one can avoid.

As fate would have it, he who from a distance continued to pedal the bike with all his might. Glowing face excitedly enjoying the not so heavy speck of rain. Today was the first day he was free from the protection he had felt was not needed. A day to celebrate by visiting some friends he had long been waiting for.

The paddles are stopped as soon as they enter the fence to the parking lot. How to get off the bike so relaxed with a smile that continues to grow adorn his face. A look of the eyes traced around that looked desolate, as if there was no life.

The atmosphere around was not supportive until he decided to find shelter while waiting for a friend who had made a pact with him. After looking for the best point, finally find the right place as a waiting room.

The view sees three buildings that are closely related to the ancient design of European style but in the building there are a lot of people from different generations of ages and also different countries. Longing for beauty, even though it has been counted a few days since he did not visit the place.

Every time you visit a place known as Home World Students. It always feels like the first time to see a historic building that gave birth to many great and successful humans. Though it has been almost a month to know the place from some of his acquaintance friends.

One thing that became curious is how the atmosphere and feelings of every student who lived in the building? Living side by side with the crowd but full of rules. It is certainly not as free as his life at this time, most only in forbidden to leave the house when the condition of the body is indeed less vit.

"Of the many students, I wonder, do they not have the same parents as I used to feel or are they deliberately sent to achieve something in life?"

The question as well as the statement was only he who knew. But other questions for others are only stored in the mind because they cannot give questions directly. Where there is a sense that is sometimes difficult to express, whereas humans are not always sensitive to circumstances.

Outstretched hands welcome a hug as a playmate, "Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, just arrived. Will, where's the other one?"

"There's still a duo class K. By the way, I talked to Prof yesterday. Cecile. Want to see him now, won't you?" William enthusiastically started a chat that was delayed because Darren had just gotten sick.

Opportunities always come unexpectedly. Darren was almost desperate to remember that his exam had to be canceled because of a health condition that had somehow suddenly collapsed without notice. It feels good to have a friend who can understand and want to help persuade one of the professors to give time for follow-up exams.

"Thank God, hayuk! I can't wait to see Prof either. Sisil but does it have to be an exam right now?" ask Darren was-was. Not afraid of not being able to just look at the writing a lot, his head was still spinning like a top.

It is also impossible to ask others to read a question that is certainly not five or ten. The entrance exam to the Home World Students dormitory is quite difficult except for those who are deliberately entered in order to gain experience outside of general lessons. Even so, the average student is indeed from there has a brilliant brain.

But behind the cleverness, aggressive attitude with rash actions that are the main reason parents provide free education is constrained by rules. In the dormitory there are three levels of freedom, among them freedom of extracurricular choice, freedom of experimentation, and freedom to convey the contents of the mind and heart.

So they get friends, teachers, space and time that complement each other. So every child is always being himself, not being demanded to be the same as A or C. Competitive and consistency combine creativity beyond borders. Such is the motto of the dormitory Home World Students. So that makes many young people want to get the opportunity to enter the dormitory.

As William said, the two came to the north side building which was the first freedom building. That is free to experiment with professors who certainly have titles and achievements. One of them is prof. Sisil who became the dream teacher of a Darren.

William knocked on the classroom door at the south end of the second floor of the north side building. Where does Prof look. Sisil was sitting with his fingers surfing on the black lepi keys. "Morning of the day, Prof. Cecile. Can you have a minute?"

"Wait a minute" Prof. Sisil took out the test file page he just created for next week's test. Then get out of his seat without closing the lepi, "Widya, Dama, Rere, you guys continue the experiment!"

"Ready, Miss." answered in unison the three students who were doing an experiment on several types of wild plants that had been collected since last night.

Confused to call her mother or miss because of the face alone is still young with the charm of a mature woman. Profs. Sisil went out and asked William and Darren to walk a little away from the class so that their conversation did not disturb the concentration of the students. Experiments that come into contact with chemicals must be very careful.

"Aren't you Rafael Darren Adelio?" ask Prof. Sisil who remembers correctly the proposal for the registration of prospective students from the data submitted by William.

Rafael, Rafandra's twin brother but prefers to be called Darren. For him when someone called Rafa, honestly he felt that person was mocking him. "Yes, Prof. Cecile. You can shorten my name to just Darren."

"Why? Isn't it easier to call Rafa, but it's like you said." Profs. Sisil did not want to extend the argument just because of the discussion of nicknames, then he reached out to welcome the union of the two students' hands. "Ouh, you're a sholeh Muslim youth."

"Prof. Sisil don't take it personally," William pat Darren on the shoulder with feelings of friendly support. "This one child has indeed been from birth armed with religious knowledge, so I want him to also get world knowledge."

The conversation continued for fifteen minutes until a decision was made. Where the exam will be held tomorrow morning so that tonight, prospective students prepare themselves. After getting certainty, William and Darren left Prof. Sisil is still in class hours.

Footsteps go hand in hand down the hallway of the building. But suddenly Darren stopped his steps while staring out the window he had just passed. The silhouette of the shadow from the reflection of the light distracted his attention. Hearts pounded as if waiting for an unlikely meeting to be fated.

"Did I not look wrong?" his murmur made William pull his hand to continue their journey.