Lara's Admirers

Episode 1's

Saturday, 21 September 2019

　

　

Today I came early, sometimes depending on the situation. The school was quiet, and so was my class. As soon as I passed the parking lot that led to the class, I continued to pay attention to Class 3 TKR 2. Still locked it looks. Usually the students come when the entrance bell rings. Though Sendy who is one of the occupants of the class, has arrived at the school at seven o'clock exactly. I used to run into him in the parking lot outside the school. But I don't know where the nose is. He always goes to class when the bell comes in. Did he smoke first? I don't know, usually there are many students who smoke in the stall located just behind the parking lot. Even though BK teachers have intervened there, he said, there seems to be no change.

　

　

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  A few minutes ago the entrance bell had already echoed throughout the school. I looked out of class. But the figure I was looking for never came. Where'd he go? I didn't see him in the parking lot either. Is Brother Sendy late? I saw his classmates start popping up one by one. But not with that guy.

　

　

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"Tin... Ting... Ting..."

　

　

The school sign bell had finished ringing louder than usual at that time. I hurriedly packed my things. I deliberately chose the last one because I didn't want to cram.

　

　

"Temenin cave waiting for Tami yuk. Gua wants to take the language book that was borrowed with him." I said to Zahra.

　

　

  Me, Zahra and her boyfriend were sitting in a long chair in front of Tami's class. We waited a long time, occasionally there was a loud voice of Bu Leni who seemed to be in a big rage at that time. There are some automotive majors who have not returned home. Most of them are still practicing. But except for her class, Sendy. Some of his friends were sitting in front of the class. Where's that guy? I didn't see him today. Is he sick?

　

　

  I checked his WhatsApp contacts. He was last online at dawn. He probably didn't go to school today.

　

　

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  I walked towards the main square. Today as usual, we're going to rehearse the Marching band. Strange, not usually a quiet school like this. I came a little late on purpose. I busy myself while playing on my phone. One by one the members arrived. But, it still amounts to less than usual. Many may not be training today. Including the man from this morning I didn't see his nose.

　

　

  Our lines have been neatly arranged. As usual, I occupied the back row to be close to the percussion child line. We haven't started training yet. Some are incomplete. None of the tom players were present. The music we play will sound awkward.

　

　

  From the opposite direction came two men who were in a piggy bank as usual. Who else if not Brother Sendy and Brother Rezi. They are always together wherever they are. I feel a little relieved to see Brother Sendy today. At least it could break my assumptions if Brother Sendy doesn't go to school because he's sick.

　

　

  He hurriedly ran towards the sanggar. His hair seemed to be blushed by the wind he created while running. I looked at him fixedly. God, why would I like that guy? When you look at it, it's actually pretty ordinary. Just like men in general. But why do I see him as someone so special and different from other men. I tried to hold the corner of my lip from lifting. People will think I'm crazy if I smile for no reason.

　

　

  Our training stopped for a moment, this time the training was only focused on the trumpet that would form a formation. While bell, percussion, and color guard only accompany in their respective places. Sendy's sister paced a few times in front of me. First he went to the sink and washed his hair, then brought Kak Rezi's bass stick. Before long, he returned with his tom stick. His behavior still continues, he also tried to play a snare instrument.

　

　

"Woy! Diem used to be noisy this percussion boy." Gitapati.

　

　

"Okay, ready!" Reply Brother Sendy.

　

　

"Ish, there's an attitude. How could the cave like him." My mind is in my heart.

　

　

  That guy changed a lot. In the past he was more like a cool guy who did not talk much and impressed mager. But right now, I'm really inexhaustible. But, anyway, I still like it. Nothing can change this feeling, including time.

　

　

  The joint practice continued after the trumpets completely understood their formation. We are training as we walk in preparation for the December parade. I know Brother Sendy occupies the line behind me. Just a few tools. Me, snare, cymbals, then Kak Sendy's tom. At each end of the line, we turned back. And I passed the man for the umpteenth time. Actually, when I was in school quite often I saw Brother Sendy Wara-wiri in front of my class. But, it was different when the Marching band rehearsal took place. Totally different. I'm so happy to see Brother Sendy in training, I don't know why. Sometimes I deliberately steal a glance at that man.

　

　

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  The clock has shown at 16:30 which means it is time to go home. This time we really did a full workout without any rest. My waist is so sore. I sat in front of the class with two of my friends while waiting for the gate to be quiet enough for us to pass. Sis Sendy and Kak Rezi immediately turned on their motorcycles and were later seen leaving the parking area. It's not usual for Sendy to come home so soon. Usually, he waited until the school was quiet.

　

　

  Me and one of my friends decided to go in front of the gate. Still a bit crowded, just not too crowded and crowded. There were several motorcycles that seemed to pull over on the sidewalk, including Kak Sendy's motorcycle. As expected, they won't be home so soon.

　

　

"Buy drinks to minimarket yuk!" Invite friends.

　

　

"Skuy is." My reply.

　

　

"Eh, not so. Buy some juice."

　

　

"Basic plin plan."

　

　

  We set the intention to go to minimarket. And pick a five-foot fruit juice man.

　

　

"Bang, his avocado juice is one." Said my friend.

　

　

"His molten banana is five thousand, equals her guava juice one." Connect me.

　

　

"Non chips." Reply Brother juicer.

　

　

  Shortly thereafter

　

　

"It's non." Said the brother of the juicer while thrusting our order.

　

　

"Thank you bang." Reply to us in unison.

　

　

"Ish, compact pretentious." My ejek patted my friend's shoulder.

　

　

  We're back at the gate. And again I cross paths with Brother Sendy. He sat on his motorcycle while waiting for the meatballs to be finished.

　

　

"Hey, Sha!" One of my friends was standing on the sidewalk.

　

　

"Hey! Go home." Reply with a joke.

　

　

  I was a little surprised, suddenly someone pulled my hand to the edge of the sidewalk. Brother Sendy pulled my body to the side of his motorcycle. I stare in disbelief.

　

　

"Why else is this." My mind is in my heart.

　

　

　

　

"Roving up." Her speech.

　

　

"Huh?" I was still confused by the situation at the time.

　

　

"The hunt goes up, let's go bonceng." Evidently.

　

　

"Babbery?" Ask again.

　

　

The man seemed to breathe for a moment.

　

　

"The hunt's up." His order.

　

　

  I just nodded at his words. I don't understand what happened at the time. My brain can't think any further. I followed Brother Sendy's words and immediately got on his motorcycle.

　

　

"Zi, the cave went away. The cave will come back here again." Shouted Brother Sendy while confirming his helmet.

　

　

"Don't take it long." Reply Brother Rezi.

　

　

"Udah?" Ask the man to me.

　

　

  Again I just nodded. I was always at a loss for words when I was near Brother Sendy.

　

　

  We left school. I don't know where we're going. He had not told me that before. Dusk greeted me back then. It was much warmer than usual. The light is also more orange than before. What was my dream last night? I didn't expect to be at this close distance to her. Usually, I just dare to admire it from a distance and tell all my images.

　

　

  We stopped in front of a minimarket. I got off the motorcycle. Then Brother Sendy seemed to park his vehicle. I let the man walk in front of me. We headed to one of the tables in front of the minimarket.

　

　

"Lo wait here first. The cave's gonna go in for a moment." His word.

　

　

"Yes." Yeah." Answer's short.

　

　

  I put my bag on the table. Then busy myself with playing mobile. My hands were really cold at the time. My heart is also still irregular tempo from earlier.

　

　

"More." Say it while offering a piece of red bean bread and a box of milk.

　

　

"Make it lo." Reciprocity.

　

　

"But I already bought a molen banana with juice." My word.

　

　

"Yes, eat this first. Banana molennya ntar lo eat at home." Evidently.

　

　

  The man opened his bread bag. A few minutes ago, he had just finished eating meatballs.

　

　

"Aren't you full yet?" I asked innocently.

　

　

"Not yet." The reply.

　

　

"Cock hasn't been eaten?" Ask the man.

　

　

  I hurriedly opened my bread.

　

　

"Every time you go home training, you're always here, right? Eating red bean bread equals drinking boxed milk? Keep lo while you like to write something like that, right? And this is the table that's always your seat, right?" Ask the man.

　

　

  I was dumbfounded, almost in disbelief. How does that guy know all that stuff?

　

　

"Do you know where?" Means back.

　

　

"Lo is also usually if you have finished eating, go home riding ojol right? Then don't go up ojol. Let's get anterin's cave." Keep the guy.

　

　

  It was really quiet. None of us started a conversation.

　

　

"Eresha."

　

　

Until the man in front of me finally opened his voice.

　

　

"Yes." Yeah."

　

　

"Emmmmm. It's not so." The reply.

　

　

  The situation was quiet again like before. I squeezed my bread bag. Then take a few sips of milk.

　

　

"Go home yuk." Take Brother Sendy.

　

　

"Yes." Yeah." Reply while nodding.