Scratches of Destiny

Queen Bucin

Now I have entered the courtyard of my beloved school. I climbed the stairs one by one to my eternity room, Accounting 1 class.

After saying my greetings, I set my foot back to the place where I used to sit with my countryman (Reni Avianti).

Maybe some of the class seemed surprised who saw me as unusual, looking somber, no spirit of life at all.

Usually, every time I enter the classroom I always tease them all with the phrase, "That does not answer my greetings, sin."

When the sentence was spoken, they all answered at once, "Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. It's been answered in my heart, Alira."

I just responded with my mainstay laugh.

But this time it was different, I didn't say that sentence anymore. All my best friends are confused by my change of attitude today. If I can be sure that maybe now all they have in mind is why with Alira, why is she different today not as usual? What was?

I don't know if it's any different, hehe

I sat pensively, drifting in my own daydream. Even my countrymen have told me at length I do not pay attention to it. Nope, no. Not ignore. It's just that I can't tell a story. My body is here, but my mind is running here and there. Maybe he was playing seesaw, swing, football kicked here and there, and so on. Be dizzy.

"Huh.. Alira, didn't you hear my story?" ruisance Reni Avianti.

Haha I'm sorry, samyang.

I still did not respond, rather I did not hear his frustration. Because I was still swept away by the wind, which reminded me of heartless humans. Can I poison him? Argh.. All this makes me dizzy, all oppressive. Do not know what, if the water even though it looks calm can also harm it at any time.

My friend, Reni Avianti. He still told a long story about the problem of love, it seems he did not recognize the tiredness of his lips which brought him to God. Makes me want to cut her lips hahaha.. Sweet joke.

The basis of acute bucin

Obviously he already knew I was not responding at all, he was also annoyed repeatedly. But I wonder why he continues his story? Abaghfirullah, good friend yes. Good friend again. If not, I might have fried you.

Maybe if someone else was in my position, then had a good friend like Reni. Maybe the guy will think, "He's crazy or what? Udah know not to get the authorization, still still faithfully raving here and there is not necessarily the direction. Is it possible that he is used to not being ignored like this, so he continues the story even though his interlocutor does not respond to it at all."

Until finally, my friend Reni Avianti began to really realize that from then on I did not pay attention to him. I'm busy with my world of daydreams.

"Alira" call Reni to me. Still, I didn't respond to it. I was still carried away by my daydreaming atmosphere which was very annoying and draining.

Not getting my approval, Reni finally pulled my arm. Thankfully slowly.

At that moment, I realized immediately. I'm back in the real world. Dramatic, dramatic..

I turned towards Reni and asked, "What's wrong?"

Reni replied, "You daydreaming? Didn't listen to me earlier? What are you doing, Alira?"

"No papa, what's wrong with me" I said grimly like a sinless man. Abaghfirullah, I'm the one.

"The story is not papa. Do not keep hidden. Let your heart be a little relieved" Reni Avianti told me.

Until I finally breathed a heavy sigh. How not heavy. It's so stressful it's almost crazy. I'm tired, if I can choose. I'd better just die. It feels like I'm not sure I can survive this kind of situation. However, if I'm not. I'm not ready either, my charity is far from enough. I should how? I'm tired, God. Give me more sincerity and patience. So that I can better accept it with a big heart

"I'm confused" I said

"Why?"

"I'll move soon" I said

"Where to? Move what? Moving home?"

"Yes. School too" I replied

"Well, don't joke Alira, it's not funny to know." Decisively

"Who's kidding, I'm serious" I said

I let out a breath. Then I went back to talking, "There's something that's hard for me to tell anyone and I don't want to have to move, have to leave Surabaya City as soon as possible," my eyes glazed over.

"But why?" lirih Reni's

"This is for my mother's sake, for my mother's happiness. I have to go, leave everything."

"Alira, are you sure?" ask Reni

"Hm." Answer me

"Then, who will take care of your school transfer papers. You said your mother couldn't leave the house because she wasn't allowed by her husband."

"Huft, I don't know. Maybe I'll take care of it myself" I said resignedly. No longer knowing what to do and how

Reni just nodded her head as a sign of understanding. He said, "Propay ya"

Only a single smile was currently able to repay her support.

"Follow me yuk," I said to Reni to meet with our homeroom teacher.

"Where?" ask Reni

"Follow me to Miss Reni" I said.

Yes, our homeroom teacher is the same name as my friend. But only first name.

"Well?" ask Reni, again.

"To ask, how to change schools and want to ask too. Is it possible to change schools let me take care of it myself without a guardian."

"Oh so. Yes, come on" said Reni

I just replied with a nod of the head. For a long time my head can be dislodged if it continues this way. If I take it off, what dong I wear and I can't see my brother, Lee min ho, dong again.

I walked out of class with Reni. Not yet at the door, the five friends called and asked, "Where are you going?"

I answered honestly if I wanted to see Ms. Reni.

"It's a good thing they didn't ask me what I was meeting with the homeroom teacher for" I said in my heart

I walked over to the Teacher's Room. However, the result is nil. Ms. Reni is not in the office.

"If you may know, Miss Reni where are you, Mom?" ask me politely to the teacher in this room.

"If it's not wrong, just say it to Room BK." Answer the teacher.

"Oh yes already. Thank you, Mom." My speech

The teacher just nodded his head.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," my greeting goes together with Reni

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied the Master.

I set foot again, heading to my destination accompanied by Reni Avianti. I have always been accompanied by him. He always accompanied me everywhere. He was always there, as were the five of my other friends and two of my Junior High School friends who are still with me, even though we rarely meet. Because one school is not the same as me and the other school is the same as me. It's just, our classes are different. They were named Selvi Anggraeni and Erika Linawati.

Selvi Anggraeni is an AF classmate (someone who has been with me since 2016).

Seriate...