L A T E

15

Today is like any day in general; the same activity from the start of waking up, then getting ready for school, then breakfast, after that leaves for school.

Can Fara see the large black gate that rises from where he is at this time.around many people in the same uniform with him, there are walking, riding transportation such as bicycles and motorcycles, and, then there is the one delivered by the taxi driver or one of his family members.

Fara yawned, this soft morning air made her sleepy. Fara reduced her motor speed as she passed through the gate which made her move from the outside world to another world called school. Fara saw Pak Hari—Satpam school is busy replying to the greetings of the students, a smile is always imprinted on his face that is wrinkled because of the age that is not young anymore.

Fara continued her journey to the parking lot. When he arrived at the parking lot immediately Fara parked his motorbike in a place that was still not filled by other vehicles. Fara got off the bike, then walked casually towards her class which was on the second floor.

Fara reached into her skirt pocket when she felt something shaking inside. The name "Nova" is there. Fara laughed as she looked at the sticker Nova had sent her, making her attract the attention of some people who were still in the parking lot. Fara's finger moved to type a reply. Fara stopped her steps when an incoming call was plastered on her phone screen. Fara put herself against the wall so as not to obstruct others who were walking, then received the call, brought her mobile phone close to her ear, and a voice sounded immediately.

***

Nino stared dislikefully at the object in front of her. The hit of the object as an impingement on his feelings of regret. Though he was careless because he forgot to fill the gasoline for the bike just this wayang. He forgot, supposedly after buying the pulse yesterday Nino had planned to stop by the gas station, but what power. Just because Fara who suddenly appeared before him just made his plan scattered and left his brain. Somehow the focus at that time was only on the figure of Fara.

Ugh, suck.

The swearing oath has been Nino hurled, both inwardly and verbally. Nino reached into the pocket of her cloth pants. Another 15 minutes of school learning activities began. His hand moved towards one of the chat apps, his finger moving quickly there, impatiently Nino pressed the phone-shaped icon that was in the upper right corner.

"Fara, Fara!" nino said not relaxing to the people across there.

"Udah off?" nino continued who was still not relaxed.

"Tumbens? Turn around again dong."

Nino could hear Fara's voice a little louder than usual.

"My motorbike has no gasoline."

Nino got a reply for her words.

Nino again swallowed the words she was going to release—when suddenly—the call was broken unilaterally by Fara. Nino lowered her phone from her ear, then ran out of the residence.

***

Fara receives a call that turns out to be from Nino. Nino's voice asking for her had gone to school was heard after her name was mentioned twice.

"So!"

Maybe this one man told Fara to pick him up. Of course without a second thought Fara would reject him. If the motor can run with water instead of gasoline then selflessly and happily Fara will pick up the man. And it's a pity that Fara is also not a Nova who will send a private driver just to pick up a friend whose motorbike runs out of gas so it can't come to school. Fara is just an ordinary high school student whose allowance should be gas money as well.

"Oh, that's your business." Immediately after saying that, Fara turned off the call unilaterally, then re-entered her legs to head for class.

***

"Left, Mas." Said a High School man to the angkot driver who was engrossed in singing dangdut song.

Nino stared at the school gate that was getting smaller and smaller. Nino also felt that the ride has not stopped. Nino knew something. He looked at the back of the driver's head.

"Oi! Mas! Left Mas!" nino said a little screamed.

Nino did not care about the other passengers who might be bothered by his yelling voice. All he cared about right now was the school gate that was almost closed by his school security guard.

"Eh, yeah-yes. *Sepurane, Mas."

Nino stared dislikefully at the man in front of her. He quickly gave a sum of money to the driver. Nino got down from the angkot, then spurred his legs to run as fast as possible. Nino doesn't care about the sweat that starts coming out soaking her school uniform, which is important she has to get to before the big fence is closed.

"Back of Day, wait sir!" nino's screams boomed along the highway, drawing the attention of several people who ran into her, including Mr. Hari who was heartily delaying to close the school gates.

Nino felt her heart thump. His shoulders and chest rose rapidly. Nino breathing short. His mouth was slightly open to get more oxygen for his lungs.

Not long after, Nino straightened her body, then exhaled a long breath. Nino turned her head to Mr. Hari who had finished closing the big fence.

"Thank you, sir!" nino said with a big smile. He gave two thumbs up to the school security guard.

"Yes, equally. Next time do not repeat again, if found out the teacher can be bothered," said Mr. Hari while walking towards the guard post.

"Not again, sir. The motorbike ran out of gas, so it was forced to ride an angkot. The angkot driver was also told to stop and bablas continued." Nino explained without being asked.

"Yes-yes. It's there, the bell rang." Gently remove Mr. Hari.

"Ready."

"Then excuse me, sir," continued Nino.

Nino passed after previously already getting the nod from Pak Hari. His feet were faster than usual. During the journey to class she was constantly grateful that it was not too late, along with her gratitude she also complained that it was almost too late. Nino does not want his name to be present in the book of the superbridge. His good student title would be tainted if that were to happen. Wait, this is different from her during Junior High. If in the past he tried to be perfect and do various good things to be the center of attention from the surrounding environment, then now Nino will try to fit his abilities. Nino who was now doing it for herself was not for others to respect her or look up to her highly. Yes, if you want to make a fan or exemplary is not a problem, Nino can not throw away his potential that one. He is also aware of many others who have the same potential or exceed him, and if you think back to his former self it looks childish once.

After this story of Nino's life and the change it is up to you to think it is nonsense and look naive, your opinion is yours, but do not force it on others. While Nino himself considers this series of events experienced is the embodiment of his attitude that increasingly looks mature. The other good side of his life experience is that Nino can also appreciate a relationship that is established between himself and others, not sekeder use others for their own sake.

Nino gave a small smile as she shook her head slowly; surprised and felt strange with her sudden thoughts like that. He wanted to laugh, but he could stand it because around the corridor there were still some students passing by.

Nino increased her leg speed as the sound of the bell rang out. It wasn't until a minute that he arrived at his class. His pride as the class leader was slapped when he saw his classmates who had been sitting neatly in their respective places and only one bench was still empty. Yep! His stool. Nino held her breath for a moment. His feet led him into class, with his flat face walking past the other students to his stool. Nino immediately sat himself down when he came to the goal.

No one is blasphemous.

Nino closed her eyes, her lips smiling with relief; grateful that her bad thoughts had not come true. Not meant to be excessive, to be honest only this time he was almost late to school during his journey to become a student. Nino took off the backpack strap on her shoulder while humming softly as a form of celebration for her arrival to school.

"Well, it's late."

Nino stopped humming, a smile disappeared from his lips, opened his eyes that had been closed, then stared at the living creature who was currently sitting cross-legged on a chair.

"Not late, but on time." Nino replied to the words of her friend.

Bayu—my friend Nino nodded. Nino looked at him who was also looking at him.

"Nearly late," she replied quickly.

"On time!" nino doesn't want to lose.

Bayu turned his attention from Nino's disheveled face to the other disciple who was in front of him. Making him see the back of the disciple who was overgrown with black hair.

"That's already here before the bell comes in. It sounds like that."

Bayu smiled triumphantly when there was no reply from his words just now. He looked back at Nino whose face was seen bete.

Nino stared at Bayu's dislike, then sighed softly. Nino turned her face anywhere, as long as she did not stare at the face full of satisfaction of her friend.

Bayu who still wants to mock Nino immediately undo his intention when the sound of the class speakers telling him to pray, before the teaching and learning activities began.

***

*sorry