Lara's Admirers

Episode 47's

I just entered lunch hour. Stefani and I decided to go to the bathroom for a while to wash our faces with water so as not to get sleepy and fresher. While Clara, she's not coming with us. He said he was lazy to go up and down the stairs.

"Serrr!!!"

I turned on the tap and washed my face. Luckily I was the type of person who always carried dry wipes in my pocket. So I don't have to use toilet paper to dry my face.

I saw my appearance in the mirror, it was a mess. My face the sign looks so muddy and lethargic, now it's a little better.

I untied my hair, then slightly tidied it up. My hair was a little long, so I decided to tie it to be shorter.

"Sha, um,.."

Stefani, who was done with her business, approached me who was preparing in front of the mirror.

"What?" I asked without taking my eyes off.

"According to you maybe not if there is a guy who will like me?"

He doesn't usually ask about things like this. I immediately finished my work, then started to seriously respond to his words just now.

"Why not?" My reply.

"Let's see how I look."

I shined it from top to bottom, but I didn't find anything wrong with this girl.

"What's your appearance?" I asked innocently.

Stefani took a deep breath before starting to speak.

"My first style was very tomboyish, my two faces were also not really cute."

"That means you have to change."

"How'd it go?" Tanya Stefani.

"Hmmm." I said while watching the girl once more.

Actually I was also confused what to do with her appearance to look more feminine. Honestly, I'm not very good at it either. But maybe Renata can help.

"Gini, the day after tomorrow you come to my house. My sister can say that the person is fashionable, that is what fashion is all about. Mending you consul with him, hehe..." I said as though I were innocent.

Stefani melengos bad. "Elah.. kirain was able to give a solution."

"I'm sorry, I don't know anything this time."

"Any yes, the time of the same brother is so different." Umpat Stefani slowly.

"Do you like someone else?"

"Ah? Not really." Elak Stefani's.

But I'm sure if the words just weren't real. He must be putting a taste in someone. His face immediately splattered red, he blushed in shame and immediately misbehaved. To the point that he left me in the toilet alone.

I'll catch up with the girl out of the toilet. It's a bit draining too if it has to linger here alone.

"Come on, fall in love with someone again right? Wh who? Tell me dong. Initial aja. It's the same with my own friends."

I kept trying to persuade Stefani to tell me who the man who won her heart was. As far as I know, Stefani is the laziest when it comes to talking about love. Even watching movies or romantic dramas is reluctant.

I don't know what wind made his defense collapse. At the end of the day a Stefani feels her name falling in love. There was an unusual man, able to make this girl unable to wiggle at all. A gift given by God to each of his servants. But we should not be selfish about that feeling. We should be thankful that we have been allowed to feel it. Whether you can have it or not, only fate knows. Even the one that is now held tightly, one day it will be able to escape.

***

Our table had been stacked in such a way as yesterday when we returned to class. I went straight to Clara and the three men who interrupted our lunch yesterday.

"As promised yesterday." Said Titan while grinning.

Arka opened the entire food box that was on the table. There is rendang, fried rice and kale as a complement to the side dish. But I'm not sure if they cooked all this alone. Surely they bought it at the rice stall in front of the school.

Because today those who brought lunch for us, I only brought spoons and chopsticks. But the food this time was a bit heavier than the one yesterday.

"Where's the chocolate bar?

I protested when I didn't find the food on the table. But yesterday Arka promised it to me. Just be careful if he breaks a promise to me.

"Haha, I remember that too." Said Arka while reaching into the drawer.

Without further ado, I instantly snatched the food box that Arka was holding. Then open it, and that's right. As I thought, it was the chocolate sponge he promised yesterday.

I took a piece and gave the rest to the others. They should also try this delicious sweet treat.

"You're eating cake anyway." Arka.

"This will go straight to lunch." My reply.

After the snacks ran out, we went on to have lunch with the menu these men had prepared. Everyone enjoyed eating it solemnly, despite having to share the food. In fact we also had to rotate the food box so that everyone gets the same portion evenly.

Not infrequently tucked jokes and laughter that interspersed our meal time. When I I felt like we had really gotten along with each other. It was like finding a new friend at the same time.

The warmth created at that time was really more delicious than my breakfast atmosphere. But between them there was me and Arka. We have become friends now too. Forgetting all the previous laras, then sitting and joking with the others.

Are we all friends now? Is this the forerunner for a classic friendship story in the future?

***

As always, everything goes as it should. Focus on the material that is being described in front, and hope that a few of them will stay and settle in my brain.

"Well kids, I'll stay a little while to the locker..." Said Bu Yani who was teaching Indonesian at the time.

"Good ma'am..." Answer us at the same time.

I squinted my eyes looking straight at the blackboard. It's a language lesson, I should have understood it easier. Hope so...

"Sha, this is your book from yesterday. Thanks a lot, yeah." Said the Arka suddenly.

I turned my eyes to the man.

"Oh yes, you're the same." Short reply.

I slipped it between my wrist and the table. If I put it in the drawer, it will most likely be left behind like the events that have happened before. Although I checked the drawer and made sure there were no items left behind, this one seemed to be camouflaged with the surrounding environment when I checked it. That's why he was always invisible when I checked the drawer and I thought everything had gone into the bag.

"All kids. After listening to the material that I explained earlier, please make an example of poetry in your respective books."

Suddenly Ms. Yani came in without me noticing. I immediately took careless books that I would make as my poetry design. I opened the backyard and found something there.

A piece of writing that I remember never had written here before. I immediately stopped the activity for a moment, reading the writing that was voluntarily written above.

From the beginning of this article, I can tell who wrote this. Added to the name of the author that is deliberately listed at the end of the sentence.

"Carca...." Sahutku.

The man then looked towards me.

"This...what?" Whisper me while showing me his writing on this one.

"Now you know, right?" Reply Arka while smiling bitterly.

I don't know what to say. I thought everything was normal, that feeling had vanished. But in fact all tam as I thought before.

"Thanks for everything, I'll keep this one." I said to the man.

I immediately turned my attention back to focusing on my work. Writing poetry is not a difficult thing to do for me. Slowly but surely, a collection of beautiful words that are strung together with diction in such a way as to fill the white blank page.

***

Voice and Tone

By: Eresha C. Ananda

  Knock the rhythm and

Tone lines are neatly tied in a tone cage

Songs by lara nan

A blood of concentrated art flows down your arm

The abstract melody you play

The beautiful symphony we created together

Will this song remain silent

Will this melody keep racing in rhythm

We're one

One in tone

But it didn't get whole to be a song

Almost

We have to give up

Defeat to the cruelty of the verse of life

Which ends our story

Like a silent sign

There are challenges to be saved

What he said was more important than a taste

***

I don't even know who the poem is for. Between Arka or Brother Sendy. The two men had both made memories in a song with me. They both have the same talent in art. And the story of the two of them who were created with me, in fact, also ended cruelly.

They are like the exact same two people that God has entrusted to me at the same time. Lest they be created from the same soul, so that they could be exactly like this. Ah, I don't know! They both wanted to be an architect.

***

All students are out of class. The mood of today, tomorrow and beyond is the same every day. Amazing night view is amazing. Spoiling my sense of vision also makes my mind calmer.

Although sometimes gray clouds come to him accompanied by a speck of water, but it does not last long. That little mess can't ruin the twilight's charm in any way.

"Want me to drive you home?" Ask Arka who suddenly came from behind.

"No, I can take the bus." My reply.

"This time, as a friend. Please...."

I don't know why Arka's words just felt so painful to me. There was something inside there that was constantly dripping blood. We used to be more than friends.

Maybe this is the only way Arka does it so we can forget each other. Why should I complain now. I really don't understand my own feelings.

"All right." Short reply.

From today onwards this relationship of me and this man is just a friend, nothing more. I have to get used to all this. Basically all things in this world will continue to change until in time it will stop by itself.

Arka picked up his motorbike parked near the wall of the fence that surrounds the school. As usual, I was waiting at the gate.

"Yuk ride."

He appeared in front of me on his motorcycle. He gave me a helmet to prevent unwanted events. After that I rushed up so we could get to each other's homes faster.

Somehow after a long time of not facing this kind of situation, I became a little awkward now.

The afternoon breeze stroked my fine hair that was not covered by a helmet. The orange rays that lit up in the sky of Jakarta slowly began to dim over time.

We arrived at my house at about seven in the evening. Today I came home a little late because the road was a bad tiger this afternoon. Actually, it is natural because in those hours there are many office workers who have just returned from work.

"You want to stop first?" I asked while returning his helmet.

"No, thank you. I just go home." The reply.

"Dining first, the streets must still be crowded now."

"Jude, please."

Finally the man wanted to soften his heart a little. I led him into the kitchen. Luckily aunt was in the kitchen at the time, so I could leave her for a while to change clothes.

"Eh, are you home yet?" Ask the aunt who is busy preparing dinner.

"Udah bi." My reply was brief then sipped a glass of water.

"Eh, there's Arka mas too!" Aunt cried when she found Arka walking right behind me.

"I'll stay upstairs, change my clothes." My word.

Arka nodded in agreement with my words, then immediately sat down and placed her bag on the dining table.

***

I rushed back down to the dining table. I hope they haven't waited too long. It shouldn't be too long, I just took a quick shower.

"Sorry old." I said as I pulled the bench to sit down.

"Not started eating?" I asked my aunt and Arka.

"Yet mbak, I'll wait to finish first. It's not good to eat first." Reply aunt.

"Ngapain isn't good, hehe... Anyway if the laper directly eat only nothing really." I said while scooping some rice.

Meanwhile, Arka did not open her voice. Both balls of my eyes reflexively looked towards the man. He looked at me with a difficult look. His gaze was strange, like he was half conscious.

"Carca!"

I tried to restore the man's consciousness completely by touching him.

"Ah? Why?"

"Guarde, anyways why do I like that?"

"You're much prettier now."

"Udah, the hunt for food!"

I hurried to switch the conversation so that this topic did not get longer.