Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 1: Still Wanting to Be Inside the Time Machine
That time machine
it's real, and now I'm in it. Definition of machine
with all-round advanced equipment, something about the mechanics in it, sometimes there is
gears, may also drain electricity, not found in this ‘machine´. It's just a room, a normal room similar to the one in the room
generally, a room that has no uniqueness at all, except a fact
that this room has a similar function as a time machine.
This room messes with the rules of science, its position is out of dimension
time limit, can go carry the people in it up to a far time
ahead (though not too far away, anyway).
Can I prove that this room is a time machine?
If you come into this room in the morning, one second later
the sun had returned timidly to show itself again, without need
to activate this time machine. Without pressing a button, without
need to do nothing, the time machine is automatically working. The sky is already
it turned dark, overpowered by a blue monster that was about to devour the sun
who still broadcast the remains of yellow orange as a defense
his last.
Maybe it's late afternoon, maybe it's the same morning,
or even this was already morning on a different day.
Nobody knows, nobody cares so much.
Whynot? Because this room is the only room
convenient that we can enjoy—besides the limited space that can only be accessed by
the employees—which is very different from other rooms in this area.
When you open the door, the air is fresh, cool, and cold
coming from the air conditioner (the result of long negotiations between the administrators)
little pricks and tickles every pore you have. As such
reborn, like a burden on the shoulder finally falls off and comes off.
Especially due to some rooms that are stuffy and lack of ventilation, or maybe
finish the physical activity of exercising, entering this room is a
the enjoyment of the world is matchless.
But, this pleasure certainly has a price. A strong strict rule emerged
which is highly respected, should not be violated by anyone. Upon entering
room, you can't move an inch except to open
shoes and replace them with special sandals.
Then next, you are allowed to taste the time machine
these.
You can look around, see the whiteboard on the left side of the door
enter the western wall, which is directly opposite six wooden tables
with ‘U’ formation plated in front of him. Not to forget, there are two photos of the president in the
on the whiteboard and white air conditioner discussed earlier.
Then, on the south wall—right wall when you enter
karya—ada photo award show, photo activities, also organigrams, and
other photos that filled the wall. There is also a low cupboard below
photos of the displays to store anything, shoe racks at the end of the wall near
the doors, and the higher cabinets are full of important documents up to the trophy
stored in the corner of the room.
In the easternmost part of the room at the back, there was a leather sofa that
quite comfortable, a low table in front of him with many jars full of assorted
variety of snacks in it, as well as a soft carpet that is always washed diligently, and,
a place known as the essence of the time machine itself.
“Gib, help clean up, dong!” someone said from the carpet. In order to
at the moment, in fact we, OSIS, have not planned a major event in time
close-up. It's still early semester. But, the management always strives to
busy yourself for the sake of mutual progress, or that is the main motto (which becomes
my life motto too). Being useful to be together is a principle
keeping me alive, my mind is proud of myself.
“Hm? Help what, nih?” reply enthusiastically.
I was just lying there playing my phone on the couch
I turned to the carpet quickly, finding out what I could do
assistive.
On the carpet, there are six students in white ash High School uniforms
sit lesehan. As I said just now, that soft carpet is the essence
from the time machine we talked about. Very soft, soft stroking
touch it, especially with exposure to the warm rays of the morning sun that penetrates
through the window steadily. More comfortable than the couch I sat on,
it is quite natural why the members of OSIS choose to concern themselves with the above
the carpet.
Actually, if there was no one around, I would have explored
tomorrow on the carpet. It's just, that moment was very
rarely occurs. Especially with the current case, the carpet is already messy
by many stationery such as pens, scissors, or glue, also paper
scattered here and there, to colorful cardboard paper.
“Help get this done, dong! A lot of rubbish is not important.
We want to split up which will be used to circumnavigate the presentation.”
“Buset is a real mess. You guys are so slovenly, anyway. Like a little boy.
Kkkkk,” my laugh insinuates as soon as I look at the activities of these six OSIS members in
whole carpet. “This mading when? Totally filthy. Ewh,” I continued crouching,
see the cardboard paper left behind and not scratched by the members
THE OSIS.
Then, I took the cardboard with two fingers, watched it
with curiosity and wonder.
Kerta cardboard pink color that even the color has faded
looks lethargic and abandoned. Dust here and there, there are even cobwebs? Good luck
his host is not there. There are also paper remains
stick, writing markers whose characters have been lost, until wet
traces of water that do not disappear in some corner of the carton.
“Mading program for PTS welcome so we do?” my much on
a person on the table, a supervisor of this activity.
“Iya. This, right? Help me to make a presentation, yeah. We are lacking people,
nought. Again there is a sick permit,” he said while standing and wiping clothes.
“Why not use cardboard presentation yesterday? That's still good, though,
right?”
“If we use the carton, the mading becomes empty, dong?”
“Hah? Oh yeah, huh? Kkkkkk!” I replied shamed of my own foolishness
alone while starting to clean and collect various paper waste
cartons.
With a big hug, I was about to pick up some trash once in a while
and move it on a large plastic that serves as a place
temporary rubbish. Nimblely, I immediately moved to not
disturb the others, sweep the carpet with a broomstick, and move on
cleaning until there is no dust on this white ceramic floor.
Work is easy, but people just can't finish it
good.
Some can't, some are lazy to try.
There is just that, I said in my heart.
“Udah? You bring this cardboard, Gib!” said the supervisor from under the leaf
the door that opened while pointing at the cardboard containing assortment on the side
shoe rack.
Hearing the simple instructions, I immediately rushed up
the cardboard in question. However, it seems that this is heavier than I thought?
“Buset! Is it really heavy? Balkis, what's this, bego? Sins
lo too, huh?” my protest was against Balkis, the supervisor who had been arranging the plot
activities.
“Mana. Equipment and macem-macem doang.”
“Kkkkkk, yes times, right? Most—”
“Udah. Diem lo, Gib. Seriously serious,” cut Balkis firmly and
direct instructions to all six other members of OSIS equally
being on the door leaf, some were even already outside the room in the corridor
fore. “With Rajib, we're in pairs of two-two, huh? You all understand
material, right? Anyway just explain we want to hold a race to make
mading in order to welcome PTS.
It's still a long time. Two or three months? So, ask each class to make
that good. It could be words of encouragement, it could be a summary of material, anything
it's up to the creative of each class!” balkis was brief
and a little authoritative, an actual student still sitting in 11th grade, similar
with me. We also both have a height of about 165 centimeters, similar to
all six members of OSIS, except one couple who are already in 12th grade.
“Yuk departs before the bell sounds,” invite Balkis then disperse
the group at once closed the door of the room.
Actually, I still want to be inside this time machine.
Very comfortable, always addictive.
But, how else?
“Kis, I'm with you, right?” askaku after Balkis practically shut down
OSIS DOOR.
“Hem,” nods.
Together with Balkis and other OSIS administrators— who actually already
leave us first—I also started combing this school building.
Because the OSIS room is on the second floor of the easternmost, the division of the group was
effortlessly. Of the four groups that Balkis shared earlier, one group went to
south towards the multipurpose building, two groups went to the building in the west direction
the power was split over the first and second floors, and finally me and Balkis were
go to the west.
Going through the corridor, we went straight through the empty computer room
hopping, unless there is a sighting of some hands from behind the table
holding a mobile phone (maklum, the computer room also uses a carpet.
It must be convenient for the disciples to lie down). Then we passed through the room
the teacher who grew up on the left, some other class, until finally was in
destination class, class 12 IPS-3.
Without further ado, Balkis directly knocked on the half-opened door
that's. No waiting for a reply, man with flapping hair, living deflating, mustache
attention of the class. Quickly, Balkis who held the position as
the vice chairman of OSIS immediately showed his character as an orator (although
finally failed by Agung as the current chairman of OSIS).
“Good morning to noon ladies and gentlemen. Introduce, my name
Balkis, representatives from OSIS,” and bla bla bla Balkis introduced themselves simply
mere formality.
Although it looked like many indifferent upperclassmen did not care, it was still busy
talking and gossiping with a friend of mine, or even playing with his phone,
Balkis continued to perform procedures for self-introduction in front of the class
mental steel.
After his introductory session, Balkis picked up some paperboard from
the cardboard that I brought, took also a marker to write on the board,
draw something on it, explain the prize of the race, for seven
minutes ahead. At the end of the presentation, we were very excited
that doesn't fade, though none of the questions come out.
Well, it's an everyday sight.
Sometimes, not all students are interested in doing what OSIS does
offer. Especially now the first break, some of them for sure
annoyed by our presence, I thought trying to convince myself.
Feeling awkward in the corridor, I just patted Balkis' back hard.
Trying to encourage her, trying to joke with her a little.
“That class stinks, yeah! Smell sweat? Kkkkkp. They are all men too.
They just finished sports, huh?”
“No need to entertain me. Was ordinary. It cannot be a presentation only
once twice. After all, there are one or two students who are interested, kok,” he said
confidently.
“Kkkk, yasudah. Rest is still long, right?”
“It should be up to class 11, sih.”
And as usual, my routine with Balkis went well.
Introducing himself to the mental steel, Balkis presented to the full
enthusiastic, and I only speak when needed. In general, his condition
always able to control Balkis as soon as possible and according to his wishes. Everyone shut up
watching him, all of them obeyed and bowed to him. If Balkis is the
OSIS chairman, I don't know what's going to happen to the school, I thought
see Balkis' charisma in speaking.
I personally have no problem being her pet.
As long as it can still be needed, it may also get a ration to enjoy
time machine, I can live quietly.
“Ragib, wait a minute! Balkis, I borrow Rajib, yes!” said a teacher
the pitak and gray from behind the teacher's desk in front of the class. “He just so
your laborer and hauler only, right?”
“Can't, Sir. I still have a job to complete. I still am
need Rajib.”
“Ah, stop. No need to argue. You can be alone, too,
don't you? Ragib, help you bring the task book that was collected this morning. Sired
want to continue in the teacher room,” pinta the teacher who is tightening the tie
waist while pointing at the pile of books on the teacher's desk.
“Eh? Huh huh? Emm, so how is this?” I said confusedly glancing at Balkis and Sir
Doctor, this grizzled pitak teacher.
When the 12th class in the west we visited all, in the 11th class
This IPS-4, in my class, there is still a Doctor who since the beginning of the hour
rest—even since the first learning hours—still sitting in his teacher's chair at
front class. Wanna how? Four hours of first lesson until recess
first at ten o'clock, this Doctor greedily took the whole morning
our. As per his call, ‘Pak Doktor’ (we forgot his real name) indeed
very enthusiastic about the academic world, especially because S3 graduates.
“You have helped me, Gib. Since when did you become
official member of the OSIS? You just play and help here and there, right? Anyways, anyway,
I have an important conversation with you. Just leave Balkis to take care of this yourself,”
replied Doctor.
“Siap, sir! Execute it! Sori, Kis. Kkkkk!” I'm sorry about Balkis with
laughter as usual. I handed the cardboard to the original owner, who
looks upset, with the eyeballs turned away.
Well, this is the reason why Balkis is not the chairman of OSIS.
For him, there was only black and white. He can only be
a charismatic person, or a temperament if his life is disturbed.
How could a temperament person lead? That's all the questions
people.
And that way, I immediately stepped towards the teacher's desk with
the red cloth and the computer were dead, picking up a pile of books with covers
chocolate contains tasks that are mostly done in the morning blind, in class
this, among the panic of the students (because I am also part of the group
that).
Me and Doctor came out of the classroom, went to the left of the corridor,
passing my path earlier while going around, until finally arrived at
the teacher's room is just as comfortable as the OSIS room. Have an air cooler, though,
the size of the room is spacious and large, and most importantly not stuffy.
In this teacher room, filled with deserted some teachers who were busy
taking care of documents, doing things on a laptop, talking gossip
with other teachers, or even having breakfast with fried or chicken porridge.
“Already, put it here,” said Mr. Doctor who immediately sat in
the leather chair. He immediately stretched his body and exhaled
length.
How else would you like? The doctor looks like a parent
the old one. Maybe half a century? Her hair is thin
and the pitak began to be invaded by gray, even white gray gray gray. In spite of
the crown has been cleared, the mustache is still thick. Her face is many
wrinkled, slightly conical down, and have eyes that are always visible
anger and emotion.
“Ready, sir!” I obey the instructions of the Doctor. I put it right away
heaps of notebooks that number about 40 on the table and retreat
because they feel no longer needed.
“Wait, Rajib. I want to talk,” stop Mr. Doctor.
“Eh, yes. You want to talk to me, okay? What's up, sir? Mama
ask for more massage? Kkkkkp. Age conscious, sir. Old should be a lot
exercising. Don't read the book,” I reply Mr. Doctor, trying
not to discuss topics related to the lesson or anything. BECAUSE I MUST
WILL BE NAGGED AGAIN, NIH!
“I'll drink first.”
Ready, sir!
That's not helping at all. I'm getting more anxious, though!
“I'm straight to the point. You're always a bad value down below
averaging. Often remedial, even remedial must be remedial again. You don't
tired of repeating that? You know for yourself, right? You're not
official OSIS member. But why always play and help there? Or you
I love being someone else, right? Haha. I don't want to interfere
hell. But, try introspection. Ask yourself, you want to
so what's?
Is there an organization manager whose value is bad? So manager
the organization must have a diluted brain. If you are faced with
the problem, how can you find a solution if your academic value only
ugly ones? Want to depend on others? You failed to be an organization. Values
it's ugly, the organization failed, what do you want to be!? I'm worried the same
you, so always tell you, do not get bored. But you're on your own
doesn't seem to want to change, does it? Tired also me,” snapped Mr. Doctor with
his long talk that was always deafening.
Oh, not to discuss the task? discussing the future?
The Doctor always manages to make his students anxious!
“Ready! I want to be a useful person for the nation and nation, sir!
Kkkk,” reply me with firm and respectful position.
Hearing my answer is just another joke, Doctor
head bobbles. From his gesture, he was like saying that this ‘anak
can no longer be expected’. But, in one breath that
another, the Doctor was preparing to answer, preparing to pounce, insulting, insulting,
scolding me again, with the noble purpose of giving me a lesson
(which I don't really need either).
“You don't understand!? I repeat, yes. How can you be useful, if
your basic needs are still dependent on others? Task view
friend work, go to the cafeteria wait for a friend, nothing waiting for a friend. At
OSIS is just a clown and a messenger. You're not trying to
think, what?” snapped the Doctor with the movement of the finger pointing to the side
templet. “If this continues, you must stay in class again. Wantsome? But
the teachers are tired of you, Gib. We just forced you to go to class, though,
but you got kicked into another school, yeah. How?”
Class again? Why is it a problem? I don't have a problem, anyway.
Doctor, why do you hate me so much, anyway? Other teachers too.
What am I wrong, anyway? And I always do good and help you, you know?
But, about moving to a new school is a big deal!
It's been a waste of my three years here.
“Aduh, I can't think, sir. Later if you think for a long time
so pitak like father. There's another option, isn't there? Kkkkk,” I replied casually.
“Hahhh. That too must be changed from you, Gib. That mouth of yours, huh?
Just a little can, can't you? You just don't talk. No brakes, no brakes,
no one controls. Not sticking to you either. Want?” threatening the Doctor
still trying to lecture.
Oh, I just remembered. Going home later so hang out at the station stall, right?
I forgot to check my phone last night.
I guess they still want to play at the gold level no, huh?
