MY LOVE IS SHACKLED WITH LIES
Tracing the Face in the Cover
Tracing the Face in the Cover
“For friends! Welcome to our beloved school. Please introduce my name Krishna. I am a member of Cintalindo. Thank you for joining. But we apologize because in every recruitment of new members, there must be a selection.” said Krisna.
“That selection will be different every year. Well, today we will begin the deepening of the material for selection.” continued Rudi who stood beside Krishna.
Suddenly from outside, someone ran. Rudi and Krisna and all the students who were there looked towards the door.
“Sorry brother. I'm late.” said the chick with straight hair paled like a ponytail.
“We have given a grace period of 15 minutes from the agreed time. You must be punished.” said Rudi firmly.
The tall girl looked at Rudi. It seems he has no fear in the least.
“What should I do?” ask the girl.
“Now you apologize for being late while squatting around this room three times.” said Rudi.
“Rud, gone. Poor.” says Krisna.
“He doesn't know how polite his upperclassman is. You shut up!” rudi said furiously.
The girl walks squatting around the room while saying “I'm sorry because it's too late.” The girl did not feel ashamed even though everyone in the room laughed including Rudi and Krishna and the other upperclassmen.
“Iya I'm sorry!” shouted one of the people in the room.
Instantly laughter began to fill the room even louder. The girl was just embarrassed or hurt. No one knows how he feels. No one noticed it either.
When she finished, the girl sat in the front row. He observed Rudi and Krishna who were giving explanations. Throughout that explanation, the girl simply kept quiet and did not change her expression. It seems like he is busy with his own feelings or maybe he is paying attention.
There was no smile on his face. No happiness came from his face. It was as if there were mounds of cloud over his head and rain could come at any moment. This made all the students in the room think of her as a strange girl.
Many students looked at him with one eye and rarely would they greet him. The world is unfair to him. But he accepted it with a flat and unpredictable expression.
***
The sturdy building always stands watching every year and year changing. High School is a storehouse of unforgettable memories. The beginning of the footing into maturity began at that time. Memories are beautiful or not mixed into something valuable when we are old.
White gray won't come back for good once we've passed. Those memories will be priceless after a long time we pass. That morning the building of one of SMA in Yogyakarta is sturdy with millions of memories that are always printed. Yogyakarta is special in their eyes. That's where they were found.
Nothing can replace the memories of High School. But are all our memories beautifully painted? No one knows about that. Yesterday the SMA nature lovers club, “Cintalindo” was holding a new member registration.
As always, many students are enrolled. They sign up for various reasons. The reason they form is certainly very individual because in Cintalindo they must have known how the selection.
Three days later, the participants gathered at the school grounds after the bell went home.
“As a nature lover, we do not just climb famous mountains and climb cliffs that our predecessors often do in this school. After we meet, we will do cross-country with historical places.” said Andre.
He is the leader of the senior of class XII. Krisna and Rudi sat on the front bench. Those two people are most likely to be the next leader. The two men were always competing for the position.
Krisna, a white young man with straight hair and a large tall body. He was an idol at school. He is also good at rock climbing. Even Krisna had won a provincial rock climbing race. Krisna is very cheap to smile and has always been the target of many girls in her school. But he was very close to women.
While Rudi was tanned, his body was almost the same as Krishna. Even Rudi has a better posture than Krishna, Rudi's physical strength is no longer asked. Rudi pursued the field of caving/tracing the cave. Although they are both rivals but they always look harmonious. Their adjacent homes allow them to be together all the time to be like brothers.
This time there are 10 prospective leaders who will lead each team. Each team consists of 5 people and 1 person from the senior who is a candidate leader. Krisna and Rudi were very excited about it.
Well, adventure will be held on this semester break. The rival candidate leader put a good ear on the explanation of Andre. They are ready to compete for that position. There is no day without competition between them.
“In our activities this time, you should be able to lead your squads well. Remember, your squad members are still X class. So you have to take good care of them. Regarding the equipment to be brought, it will be delivered by Adel. The location and activities are still kept secret. Anyway we will do cross-country in the city of Purworejo to investigate something.” said Andre who closed with a smile.
Krisna frowned at the explanation that not all he understood. While Rudi mangosteen pretentious to know. I don't know. Sometimes Rudi looks arrogant. After listening to the explanation from Adel, Rudi could only gawk.
They cannot carry any electronic devices during the activity. If they bring it, it will be secured in the place of the seniors. Rudi is indeed a human being today, can not live without HP, can not sleep without fb and twitter, not calm without instagram and other social networks. That's Rudi. But not Rudi also if he wants to accept the defeat of a Krishna for a competition.
Next they were given a piece of paper containing the names of their squad members. When they came out, many X-class kids were already waiting. After searching for her members, Krisna sat under a pine tree in the school grounds. He gave his sweetest smile to his squad members.
“Friska” said he started calling one by one his squad members.
“Which I call directly know yourself aja.” continued Krisna with a smile.
“Friska Natasya, call me Friska.” said the girl whose hair is straight and pussed like a ponytail yesterday.
“That's all? Anything else?” ask Krishna wonder.
Friska nodded. It turned out that the new students who had been punished the first time the explanation was in the group.
“Basic of freaks. Is this karma or punishment for me?” krisna asked regretting it in her heart. Krishna then just scrunched his forehead.
