Painting Your Eye Ball

FAHRANI

EAGLE stood up lazily. This was the most boring activity for him. Stand for almost an hour with your eyes straight ahead and your body upheld. Not to mention if found a ceremonial builder who hobbies prolonged speech. Though from all the years of undergoing the ceremony, there was not a single builder speech that he remembered. Other than being tired and annoyed, there was nothing he got from the flag ceremony.

One day he did an action that made him have to add to his founding activities for up to two hours more. It all started as a result of his laziness for the ceremony and came up with a ridiculous idea that he thought could get him off the hook. Like a professional actor, Eagle dropped his own body on the ground, pretending to faint. His friends reflexes rushed towards him. Some male students carried a body that was not too high but contained it to the UKS followed by a picket teacher.

Eagles attempt to trick the teacher and his friends was revealed when they were in the UKS room. As his body was laid to bed and several UKS officers fanned him and smelled wind oil into his nose. It was then that uninvited sneezing destroyed all of his acting that had almost reached its peak. As well as the picket teacher who still saw the situation there grabbed the ears of the naughty student while dragging him out and was forced to stand right on a meter in front of the flagpole with a respectful attitude.

“Lang, don't pretend to faint again, Samean?” whispered Mahardika who was standing in front of him.

The eagle shouts the head of his best friend who looks back to face the front. They are currently marching in the middle. Neither the teacher lined up in front, nor the guard behind could see clearly. “Basic! Still sane I.” You know, what kid I was thinking.

Dika's shaken shoulders held back a laugh and came to a halt when suddenly an omnipresent pinch came to the waist of the two of them. The long-nailed female picket master who was punishing the Eagle back then was already standing to their right. With amazing shrewdness, able to pinch two people of different skin colors with the right and left hands at once. Amazingly the level of pain is the same.

***

Class room eleven IPS-3 quiet. All eyes are on the figure of a female English teacher with thick glasses with a large brown frame busy explaining the formula Active and Passive Voice. He was almost forty, but he was not married until now. Maybe that's why his emotions are often unstable. Can get angry for no reason. And who is often exposed to the target of his tantrums are two friends as stubborn as Eagle and Dika. Worse yet, he was the picket teacher who pinched them this morning during the ceremony. Somehow it seems like the Eagle always manages to provoke the killer teacher's rampage.

With his thunderous raspy voice, without thinking about the feelings of the students who gawked without understanding the intent of what he was conveying. It has been his habit since the first to explain using English. Every time the wood eraser is ready to be aired to anyone who is busy chatting or not answering what he asked.

“Sampean knows what he says?” whispered Dika with a fixed view leading forward. He was afraid if-if the painful event during the ceremony repeated itself. However, just being quiet will also make him sleepy.

“Ngak. What the hell, anyway? I never understood what he said. Yes, let it be safe. You want to get stamped on crab again?” So did the Eagle, even though his lips were busy answering Dika's question, his eyes did not turn from that fat-bodied teacher.

“There is no idea so we get out of here?”

“Actually there. But, I was lazy to deal with him again. Just one more lesson. Hold it first. The business can be long. Bring the parents anyway.”

“People kayak buandel sampean turned out to think of parents too. Salute, euy.”

“Hust, dong. We are naughty students who obey our parents. Not the old teacher, yeah. Beda.“

Dika tried to hold back his laughter as hard as he could. His face was red. Strained stomach. Her lips twitched, open-faced, open-faced again, and ... Buk up!

Floating the wood wiper onto the table they both. Despite years of throwing, it seems that no student has ever been directly hit by the throw. Whether he was intentionally or always wrong.

Instantly Dika's laughter changed into a tense face. His eyes glare. He elbowed the Eagle, as if his companion could do something to save them both. But what can a student who has been labeled as naughty and always wrong by the killer teacher do? Resignation and bowing is the best path according to them at this time. As usual, if one or both students were caught chatting, the whole class looked at them as if they had never made the same mistake. They were lucky to never be found out.

“What are you talking about? Why a both of you always make the problems?” miss Rahayu asked confidently her words would be understood by the two anti-mainstream students.

The eagle who did not understand at all chose to nod. In her estimation, nodding is the best way to be forgiven. They may be free of punishment. Even though the percentage is a little.

Hearing the reply of the Eagle who did not connect at all actually made Miss Rahayu even more angry. With a voice higher than Hetty Koesendang, she shouted while pointing to the front of the class. “Standing in front of the class!”

His voice that barely reached two octaves, managed to make Eagle and Dika reflexively ran out of the bench and stood at the place that Miss Rahayu pointed to. Despite not knowing the meaning, the shout was able to make them understand the intent of the curly-haired woman.

The eagle and Dika looked at the pretentious faces staring at them triumphantly. It was like the Eagle was punching the faces of the entire class one by one right then and there. What power, suicide is a big sin. Finally, giving up on the situation is the best way to end the problem.

***

After school, Eagle invited his only friend to go to a cheap book bazaar not far from their school. Originally Dika ogah-ogahan. But, as soon as he was lured to be bought a present-day blangkon, he finally wanted to come even though a little forced. For the sake of blangkon, deh.

Everyday, Blangkon batik never separated from the head of Mahardika except in the school. His mischief is eleven-twelve with the Eagle, but if it's a blangkon he won't leave it. The education of his parents who strongly uphold Javanese customs, made him also love the headgear. Want to be offered a hat as cool as anything, he will not want to replace it with his favorite blangkon. Only his association with the Eagle was what made him a little influenced to experience the same freedom as his best friend. He knew very well, if the Eagle was one of the most recalcitrant pupils in the school. However, Dika also knows exactly if the Eagle is a loyal friend and willing to sacrifice for those closest to him. Not many can do that, even the general champion in school does not guarantee that he will be as loyal as the Eagle in making friends. Unfortunately only he understood about it, as a result of which the Eagle did not have many friends. All avoid it for fear of getting dragged into trouble too. At least that's their assumption.

The two friends chose to walk. Not to save, anyway. Just afraid of lack of work alone, a distance of several tens of meters from the school alone must ride an angkot.

“Lang, until what do you want to know, anyway? Novels in your house have been a lot, kok, still less,” sumpang Dika while wearing his blangkon.

“Actually what I was chasing was not the novel, but the author,” was clearly Eagle as he continued walking.

“Ha? Does Sampean like writers? The girl who makes the letter every day is a writer? Didn't you meet me from childhood? Lah, kok, know he is already a writer?”

The eagle glanced cynically. “Not. I mean, besides the bazaar, there's another show that I'm interested in. There is also an invited writer from Jakarta. His name is Esti Kinasih. Teenlit best seller. My nefans. Cool work. Even though she's a girl writer, I don't feel awkward reading her novels. Keep it readable.”

Dika only mangosteen. He didn't understand what his best friend was saying. But nodding is the best way to keep the Eagle's mood good. So, whatever relates to writing, Dika only takes part as a listener rather than an encouragement or a suggestion.

Ten minutes later they arrived at a building that had been crowded with bazaar visitors. When they arrived, Esti Kinasih was busy signing her novels that visitors bought from the bazaar. Without a second thought, Eagle immediately pulled out the novel titled “Jingga and Dusk” from inside his seedy brown bag and immediately joined in the queue leaving Dika who was staggered to witness so many humans who were alone.

While waiting for the Eagle, Dika sat on a wooden long chair in the corner of the room. He had absolutely no interest in browsing through the novels on display, let alone buying. Reading a novel is not a hobby. It is better that he be told to play the sideburns all day than to have to read for an hour.

“Can I sit here?” ask a girl in high school uniform with cherybelle bangs plus a bando decorated with pink ribbons.

Dika. His eyes were round in disbelief at what he saw. In her observation, this girl was like a princess in an animated cartoon movie. The round cheeks seem challenging to pinch. His face slightly revealed Chinnese aura. Those narrowed eyes widened looking at the mouth of the guy in front of him forming a wide cave. However, how hard the girl opened her eyes, still looks smaller than Dika's eyes.

The white woman shook her palms repeatedly in front of Dika's face. There's no response. Then proceed by flicking a finger toward the unblinking eye.

“Eh, yes, yes. Please.” Dika stammered then immediately cleaned the bench with his palm with the intention that the girl sat with an inch distance to her right.

The girl according. “Thank you,” he said in a shrill voice in the style of a Chinese woman.

“Ah, yes. No problem. Relax,” replied Dika wrong behavior.

“Oh, yes. My name is Fahrani,” he said as he reached out.

“Call me Rani,” said the dimpled girl again and immediately pulled her hand.

“You didn't buy a book?”

“Oh. Buy, dong. But just a little more, huh. There's still so much. If later, right, you can all live the contents of the novel before it is purchased. I'm the kind of person who is selective when it comes to buying books. Which is quality and makes my heart calm, new, deh bought.”

Fahrani just nodded unsure. Although he had only met for the first time, he could already guess that in fact this guy was not interested in novels at all.

“Woi, from earlier sought. It turns out here. Aging with girls again.” Suddenly the eagle stood in front of them. Her disordered curly hair seemed to have gotten more tangled from the first time they arrived earlier. It is predictable if during the queue, surely repeatedly he rubbed his head with the palm of his hand. He usually does this when he is bored.

“Sampean, anyway, later.”

“Not seen that queue how much?” The eagle turned his gaze to the beautiful girl who had blushed to look at him.

Realizing the Eagle's curious face, the girl extended her hand. “I Fahrani. It just so happened to be tired and look there's a chair here. This is your friend, huh?”

Instead of answering, the Eagle was even more interested in the novel the girl was holding. “You like to read his novel Esti Kinasih too?”

Fahrani looked down at the novel “Fairish” in his lap. Then he hinted the Eagle to look at his outstretched right hand.

“Oh, yes, sorry. I'm a fan of her novels, anyway. But it has not had Fairish become misfocused, deh,” Eagle realized, then returned Fahrani's hand. “Elang”

“Yes, it's okay. I like it too, though. That's why I came here alone. But Papa can't take me anywhere by myself. But, my friend has no hobby of reading novels, anyway. So, I go alone.”

The eagle sitting to the right of the girl was excited. “Oh. So you like it too. How many novels do you have?”

“All I've got, anyway. Papa knows that I like to read Esti's novels, so I've been bought up. You want to borrow?” the girl meant it.

“Bby?”

“Of course. I'm happy with a guy who likes to read,” said Rani can not be separated staring at the Eagle while thrusting her novel.

However, unfortunately the Eagle did not pay attention to the hopeful face, but rather a rectangular object in the grip of Fahrani. “Wah, how do I repay your kindness, huh? You're not afraid of your novel I took a run?”

“Emang you have the intention to like that?” Fahrani was getting scared.

“Hahaha. You are so innocent, yes. Yeah, nope. But, the crime can occur not only because there is the intention of the perpetrator, loh, but also because there is an opportunity. Be carefull! Beware!” The eagle pointed its index finger with a serious face.

“Hahaha. You're funny, deh.” Fahrani laughed until his eyes only showed a line of black.

“Eh, more funny me, loh,” sambar Dika who felt neglected from earlier.

“You are not funny, but slow,” firmly Eagle origin while flipping through the novel in his hand.

“Enak aja this by the way. Do not use feelings,” refute Dika while standing and fixing his blangkon. Then look at the hands to the chest as if judging.

“Udah, already. You guys, really, so fight, anyway,” said Rani still chuckles. “Gini aja, deh, Eagle. Let's exchange novels, yuk. You must have another novel, right, other than the work of Mbak Esti? You see, I have a collection of all her works.”

The eagle was excited. “There. You just choose. When you have time, I can come to your house, really, bring all my novel collection. It is up to you to choose which one. We can borrow each other. Well, use the deadline. That's also if you don't mind.”

Fahrani shook his head quickly. “Ngak. Not at all. You can come by anytime. Just don't skip school just because you want to go to my house.”

“Light, we are indeed the naughtiest students in school and often hit by the law. But for school, we never did. Uh, or not yet possible.”

Fahrani laughed again. He had not known this man for half an hour, but it felt like he had known him for many years. The eagle is a badboy, but he seems to be nice. “You didn't ask for my phone number? Do you know where my home address is?”

“Eh, yes. Almost forgot. You see I can't wait to read this,” replied the Eagle while lifting the novel in his right hand. “What is your number? Let me missed call” Eagle took his phone out of his pants pocket.

“0812 6979 9068”

“Mmmh Okay.” The eagle pressed the call button and waited until the girl's phone rang.

“That's my number, yes.”

“OK. I save, yes.”

“Iya. Uh, yuk. We're together. I'm going to start his book surgery. You don't have any friends, do you?” tawang Eagle pointed with his thumb at the horde of people who were ready to watch the surgical event of the teenlit novel Esti Kinasih.

Fahrani.

“Lang,” call Dika while pulling his best friend's hand.

“What?”

Dika pointed at Eagle's phone then pointed at him, hinting that the guy gave Rani's mobile number to him as well.

“Oh. Lazy ah,” said Eagle then stuck out his tongue followed by a shy smile Fahrani.

“Wong crazy!”