Mute Witness

Cuek

Tito’ pensively after writing his story. He did not print that writing. I saw there was concern for him. He anxiously read it over and over again. I don't know why he's behaving like that.

When I looked carefully, it turned out that he reviewed a lot of writings that contained his confession about his involvement in the theft of myself.

It is hard to admit your own crime. Especially if you consider the risks it poses. But admitting it might be better.

Acknowledging a crime can create justice while eliminating the guilt that continues to haunt the perpetrators.

“Hh.. I've decided not to lie.” He said in the end to convince himself.

He printed out his writing and returned the paper containing it to me.

***

“Hey, what book are you really in?” Ask me a book called Political Science.

“I'm a book like you.” Reply reluctantly. Just this time I had a conversation with the occupants of this room.

“It looks like you are different.” Knock the other one.

“Since you were here. I see Tito’'s face is always depressed.” Political Science says again and allows another.

“I'm the same as you.. Our difference is only.. Physical appearance.” I tried to convince but sounded doubtful.

“Yes, we're both books. Each stores information for purpose. But, it seems like something differentiates us. Maybe position?” Political Science asked curiously.

I was silent, reluctant to respond. In the past, every book friend I met asked me about function and position.

I always answer smoothly and proudly, “I am a Book glorified in the honorable Husain family. They even called me by the nickname ‘Great Book’”.

Now, I'm confused if I get a similar question. In fact, I don't even know what else to answer.

“What information do you store?” The curiosity of Political Science is increasingly the result of the question that I ignore. The others looked at me waiting for an answer with the same curious expression.

“World-shaking information.” Reply origin.

They are not satisfied.

I don't give a shit.

“You're so cute!” One of them said with annoyance. Others agree.

“We don't know your name. Everything here has a name according to the information it carries. We don't even know what information you bring.”

Hhh.. They're so noisy. If my name is what they want to know, isn't it already on my cover? But I admit, the writing on my cover does not provide enough information about what is contained in it.

I myself who have totaled twelve is only titled ‘Generation I’, ‘Generation II’ and so on until ‘Generation XII’.

“Call me Generation!” Ketus.

They're stunned.

“No, I think you have the most suitable call.” The Political Science Scoreful.

“Si Cuek.” Further.

Others laugh at me. As expected, my uncaring change of attitude earned me a new nickname. A nickname I've always avoided all this time.

My once lonely self brought me to a great attitude. I want to have a lot of friends. But the last condition made me withdraw. I don't know why I want to be lonely.

***

“I'll bet, Tito’ came tonight just for the Cuek.” The Political Science joked as Tito’ entered the room tonight.

“Yes, I'm now completely ignored.. Hiks.” The letter in the cardboard joked with a clear voice.

“Iya, whereas you used to be the power of Tito’.” Others empathize.

Laughter from the book finally filled the room. I had a little laugh when Tito’ really just focused on me. Finally the only one who didn't laugh was Tito’.

Of course, he didn't hear anything. Today he seems depressed. I don't know what happened to him.

Tito’ is back to writing me a story tonight.

I became impatient..