OPACAROPHILES

25. Life is like playing stucko

Love comes to school with a tired and uninspired face. Yesterday, he had to go to school until the afternoon because there were additional lessons for the final grade. After that he had to work at the flower shop until nine p.m. And when she got to the hospital, Love had to look after her mother all night so that she did not sleep until the morning came and she had to go to school. Love is so tired.

"Hopefully this day goes well" said Cinta as she clasped tightly on the strap of her bag.

Suddenly the figure of Luka came and walked next to him. But Love did not greet him just glancing towards Luka at a glance and continuing his journey. Luka was surprised because Love did not greet her. Usually the woman will make him smile in the morning with his sweet behavior. But since a few days ago, Love looks like the same person with a different personality.

"Mother how are you?" luka asked as the two climbed the stairs to get to class.

"Well," Love replied without looking at Luka, but instead looking down.

"It's good that you just wait until I see the answer" said Luka.

"Can you respect my decision?. Stop now or regret later" replied Love who now raised his head and stopped walking. His eyes were very clear on what he was really feeling and Luka knew that.

"Why should we regret that if we knew everything that happened there must be a reason?,"

"Because regret comes without excuse and interrupts without words," the reply of Love that continues its path and leaves Luka.

"Come without permission and disturb without a word" muttered Luka slowly.

Felix who was in a hurry accidentally bumped into Love making the items that Felix carried in his hands fall. He was asked by picket teachers to bring practice tools from their classes to the IPA lab. Love helps to clean up the messy stuff and hands it back to Felix.

"Thanks" said Felix. Love nodded briefly in return.

"Lo's hands are bleeding," Felix stared at the palm of Love that was bleeding from the scratch. The scratch wound he got from falling off the bike this morning, he just cleaned his wound without intending to treat it in the slightest.

"No papa, I go first" Love stood up and walked first into her class. Making Felix just stare at the girl's back. Love enters the classroom and immediately sits in her chair. Zemira who realized the coming of Love immediately turned her head and greeted her sweetly.

"Good morning, strong man!," said Zemira, who sought to strengthen Love. But unfortunately, who was greeted just silent and stared blankly in the front direction.

"Love, are you okay?," asked Zemira carefully.

"Gue is not papa" Love replied with a small smile.

"Gue knows you're lying, but if you feel better after that, I understand. Lo it was too strong, to forget to rest," Zemira stroked Love's shoulder several times before Luka came thrusting the P3K box towards Love.

"Lo's hands can be infected if not treated," said Luka who immediately turned to his chair next to the table Love and Zemira.

"No need, just a small wound," Love returned the P3K box that Luka gave.

"Don't be too hard on yourself," said Luka who made Love look at her.

"Lo can be hard on others, but not the same yourself. Because you need him to stay afloat, if not to be happy, yes do not hurt," continued Luka.

"I can treat my own wounds" Love got up from her seat and went out of the classroom. Zemira and Luka could only sigh at the change of Love. Since that incident, love has been different. He does not want to be cared for by others and always tries to solve his own problems. He became cold and unattainable by Luka, Zemira, and Gega.

"Love again why yes, lately he has become very difficult to talk to," asked Zemira to Luka.

"He's at war with himself. Some of him want to keep looking for answers, but others want to give up. We'll see who wins" Luka replied.

Love ran towards the roof of the school with tears already soaking her cheeks. Love cannot be cold to its best friend. Love loves them very much, but Love thinks that he is getting closer to them. He would only endanger his friends. And better yet, he got away from them before it was too late.

"Akh!!," cried out Love and all the burdens in his heart.

"Dad, Love is tired Well!,"

"Love wants to be with Father and Sister Cala,"

"Can't Love come with Dad?" the cry of Love becomes more and more.

"Hiks..hiks...hiks...,"

"Why does it feel like the universe has never been so kind as Love? Does Love make so many mistakes that the universe is always trying to destroy Love?,"

Love falls with shaky shoulders and breaths that feel very tight. All the bad memories revolve like movies in his brain. But a sweet memory of his father came up all of a sudden.

That afternoon Love and Cala were playing badminton in the yard together. Back then, the weather was so good that they both played comfortably without fear of the sunlight that would burn their skin. Then his father came with two glasses of ice lemon tea for Cala and Love.

"Cala, play it. His sister's kasian will be soybean," Jess said as she sat herself in the park chair.

"Yes, Dad. Yuk, Ta, let's take a break first" Cala asked. Love nodded and grabbed Cala's hand to hold it while walking over to Jess.

"Dad, Brother Tyra and Mother where are you going? Love was looking in the kitchen nobody?,"

"Same mother Tyra again to the supermarket, monthly shopping. Love is what Mother looks for Sister Tyra" Jess replies with her busy hand stroking the top of her daughter's head.

"So Love told me that he failed to bring a trophy for his school in the inter-school coloring competition. Therefore Love is afraid of being scolded by Mother" said Cala.

"Why afraid? You won't be angry if Love loses. Dad used to say, losing doesn't mean you don't deserve to win. You just need to learn again so you can bring a bigger trophy in another race," replied Jess.

"Love, just afraid Mom disappointed with Love. Because I'm tired of teaching Love to color all night. But, Love lost..," said Love with a head down.

"Mom knows, Love has tried so hard. Even if you lose, you won't be angry" Jess replies, which makes Love a little calm.

"Love, life is like play stuffo. No matter how many times the beam falls and fails, the beam must be built again. So that the game goes on" said Jess.

"Good Morning! Today, I want you to make a group for the next Sunday before the final exam. His job is to make a Pop-up book about your group mates. I'm sure this class has a good relationship with each other. So, make a good Pop-up book, yes!," said Ms. Mira with a friendly smile.

"Oh yes, Love?, can you help Mom for a moment?," call Bu Mira on a dreamy-looking Love.

"Love?" call Mira again. But Love still did not flinch making friends in her class stare at Love in confusion. Their class leader who usually always put on a happy face with his sweet smile, the past few days always put on an expressionless face that made them all worried. Some of them have asked Love if he is okay. But Love says that she is fine, and there is no need to worry about her.

"Ta, called Ms. Mira," Zemira whispered to her that Love had regained her consciousness and looked directly at Ms. Mira.

"Yes, ma'am?" replied Love in a voice that sounded weak.

"Aren't you papa? I see from earlier, you are daydreaming and not focusing. Are you sick?" asked Mira as she walked closer to Love.

"I'm not papa, Mom. Is there anything I can help you with?" Love calmly replies.

"Mother, please let me take some examples of pop-up books in the library. Can you help, Mother?" said Ms. Mira who immediately got a nod from Love.

"Can-,"

"Let me, ma'am," cut Luka who made Bu Mira look at her.

"I can, Mom. I said no, yes," Love immediately got up from her seat and walked out of the classroom regardless of Luka.

Love stared at the Pop-up Book stack in front of her. The pop-up book was quite a lot, so he thought again if he could take her to class alone. Without thinking any more, Love brought a pile of Pop-up books itself. The walk to class became very long because he had to walk slowly so that the books he brought did not fall. But suddenly some of the books he was carrying were taken over by Luka which made him surprised.

"If you can't be alone, ask for help others can," said Luka with her flat face.

"I-I can, I can" replied Love.

"Lo always acts as if lo is a strong tree trunk but, in fact, lo it's just a tree branch that is easily fragile," said Luka who made Love look at him dislike.

"What do I need to do with Luka?,"

"I don't want to believe it either,"

"I feel like part of me is broken,"

"I'm tired of all this, I don't know what to do,"

"What should I do, Luka?" asked Love in a trembling voice. Luka was silent looking at the girl in front of him.

"I stay away because I don't want you to get hurt, I don't want to be the cause of your woe" Love bowed her head in a roaring breath. Luka dropped a pile of Pop-up books on her hand and instantly grabbed Love into her arms. Love began to cry in the arms of Luka. For a long time, he hadn't gotten a warm hug like this.

"What do I have to do with Luka? Hiks..hiks...hiks..," the shoulder of Love trembled in the arms of Luka. His soothing wound with a gentle swab on his shoulder.

"The fallen leaves never violate the wind that blows too hard. Neither do we, we will not violate you if we are harmed because of this case. Because it's not your fault, love. Loss and departure in fact can not be controlled," said Luka.

"We can, Love, we can finish all this," Luka let go of their embrace and smiled looking at Love who was still bowing her head.

"The winner must fail and fall first" Love lifted her head and looked at Luka. Then Love nodded her head slowly. A sign that he agreed to go back on the case.

Seeing Love cry like this made Luka remember the dinner conversation a few days ago with Mizka and Cetta.

When Luka got home, she, the dining table was already filled with food that he believed was the food that Mizka ordered online because Mizka and Cetta did not have much time to cook dinner.

"Where is Cetta?" asked Luka to Mizka who was sitting playing her phone at the dinner table alone.

"Again change clothes, you change clothes first there. Take a shower, you must be dirty from the outside" replied Mizka.

"Yes, prospective doctor" said Luka as she passed to her room to clean up. After he finished cleaning himself, Luka returned to the dining table. Cetta's been sitting in her nightgown suit.

"Where is it today, Ka?," asked Cetta, scooping the rice onto her plate.

"There's a little problem, Mas" Luka replied.

"The problem? What's the problem?" said Cetta.

"On the case, Love does not want to continue. The reason is just because he does not want any further victims after his mother who is now so difficult to be invited to communication and trauma because of the incident," said Luka while enjoying her food.

"Sure times, Love must feel guilty because she thinks, she is always the cause of the people around her hurt," replied Cetta who made Luka turn to her.

"You need to convince Love that it's not her fault, because you know Love is very easy to stress and taste," continued Cetta who got a nod of the head from Luka.

"Love doesn't want to see Luka if she's still looking for the case" Luka's words just made Mizka and Cetta look at her in disbelief.

"Kayak instead of Love" said Mizka who had just listened while enjoying her food because very rarely he had time to enjoy her food. Usually he has to eat while studying so that he does not really enjoy his food. Moreover, he had to spend a lot of time in the campus library and cafe if he was hungry but still had to study. Time like this is precious for him now, he is very happy if he has time to have dinner with Luka and Cetta.

"That means Love is really frustrated again, she just follows her heart that feels too guilty" said Cetta.

"People who always put on a happy face, does not always mean happy. Sometimes it's a way to try to enjoy the pain that is being felt. If the wound has not been treated, it is enjoyed as a last resort so that the pain is not too pronounced" Cetta continued.

Wound conscious turns out Love can not treat the unpleasant feeling that he is feeling, but trying to enjoy it was difficult so that Love only follows as the flow works.