MOONLIGHT
vol. 2 E 8's
Rat.tik.tik.tik...
The sound of a computer keyboard typing rang out loud in my room. Copy some results of monthly inventory report of goods. A new activity that I have been in for the last 3 months.
Trings...
The voice of the incoming message from my phone, it says myeong Im.
‘if the report has been typed just send it to my email let me print and I volume all of you. Thanks.’
My relationship with myeong Im has made no progress, although this organizational bond should have made it easier for me to be friends with him.
I don't hate him, even I salute him enough to be annoyed half to death.
In the beginning I took office when I let go of the emotion of yelling at him no response from him, he just kept quiet and passed away without emotion.
I once apologized, but he said there was no need, even he understood my attitude.
If I ask back is just a smile answer I receive. If I frown intentionally not invite him to chat while on duty he also does not flinch just ask.
I did not pull kah or indeed the hospitality at the beginning was just a feeling of condolence to Jicob.
Trings.....
‘Ul tomorrow week come bring the report book to the OSIS sanggar. We have a partnership with PMR and OSIS. I wait.’
Messages from Jicob without further ado. Tumben once he imitated Im's style, suspecting me of calling back Jicob's number.
“halo..”
“Jicob..? I want to tanya”
“Jicob was talking to brother Bin, I used his phone because he did not have time to type messages”
“oh turns out to be you, Im. Alright. Dah” answered me a little disappointed. Again the effort to talk to Jicob seems deliberately limited.
Though I was close to Jicob also because I was familiar with his sister, not because of anything else, pheww.
Sundays.....
Half-run I headed to the bike park before taking public transport. Why don't you tell me the meeting time was yesterday in my message. I just finished typing at 2 am, just fell asleep but the noise of a noisy cell phone woke me up he said the meeting was brought forward in the morning not at 10 but at 06:30.
Come on, Ul, 10 minutes. Brak. They are ready with some files.
“Ul have you brought.?” ask jicob
“ya, ini” I said while handing over the ledger.
“thank you, you can wait outside or another class.wait” said Jicob patting my shoulder like a sidekick.
I answered with a smile. When I came out of the room I looked at Im who opened the entrance
“hey Ul. Had breakfast..? it” said Im gave me a packet of fried bread and passed away from me.
Krucukkkk. I softened my way out to the fish pond near the school garden. At least seeing fish swimming doesn't make me bored.
“basic! Who is he..? makes me have to hurry, makes me wait, starve. It's day
sunday but I hunted down time” said I grunt on the sidelines chew fried bread.
“besides nagging, you grumbling handyman turned” comment someone from behind me. I haven't stood looking directly at him.
Byurr. Bedragglade
“hei..what the fuck are you!” I said angry
“happy birthday. Hopefully long healthy life sentosa” said many people
in unison.
I just sat there staring at the three of them. I'm like a bullied girl.
They all laughed and said happy birthday to me. A surprise I never got.
“you until when to soak ?” ask Yanuar
“I didn't expect you to have a hobby of bathing with fish” comment Jicob sneaked.
“if you don't want to ride the cake I eat myself” lo said Im approached me and reached out.
“drenched wet jar mixed fishy odor fish pond water.” My comment was wrong.
Byur.....
I felt the water mixed with the smell of soap or the flowers were watered from behind my body.
“oh okay. I've been perfumed. So fragrant that no need to shower again” said I raised my hand to surrender, annoyed, happy, moved, because of the mischief of the three of them.
“happy birthday yes Ul.” Said Bin approaching me. The smile of the sumringah with dimples made me feel a little fascinated by her, okay a little.
The OSIS room
Brother Bin, Im, Yanuar, Jicob and I enjoy their homemade cakes. Chocolate cake is beautiful and tiny, but it feels strange there is a sweet taste, wry, spicy, I do not know the ingredients of the cake or the ingredients of the sauce that is inserted in the dough.
“ehem... Change your clothes first. We have a uniform replace.” Komen Im handed over the PDL uniform from the hangar closet.
“it's not ours, is it.?”
“this gallery now belongs to our organization. Our negotiations succeeded. Our new job awaits. Okay.?” said Im familiar but with a cold face.
“alah” said I passed to the princess toilet.
Today is not a bad day, but it is special for me. I thought passing by while smiling.
