Scratches of Ink on my finger

H-?

The clock had shown at two o'clock in the morning The shrewd hand was still dealing with the paper and pen before him. Sleepy? Ja. But the target is not met.

"Five more things." Mumbled.

Sreit.sret..

"Finally."

Love got out of her chair, walked over to the bed. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

It was a week ago that he did it like this. Because the race time counts the days.

***

"Bay, three more weeks there's a festival in the square."

"Oh, that one. Yeah, why?"

"Go yuk, later."

"Can."

"More I'll pick you up, we'll go tonight, I'll take Love too."

I reply muttered.

Teachers also enter the class. All are ready to return to learning mode, stationery is already stand by on the table, look forward, and do not forget the head veins that begin to tighten.

The teacher in front started with his material. The whiteboard is scratched with his distinctive handwriting, the style of writing people used to, upright all connected. The spies of the students became myopic and suddenly wanted to read the writing correctly.

"Eh, Bay, which is the second line what?" The Gama sitting in front of me could not even guess the writing on the board there.

"Oh, this." I showed you my finished writing the third line.

"Ok, Bay, thanks. Actually, the father's writing is good, anyway. But, if it's gini, it's hard."

I chuckle. Other students have experienced the same. When the time comes to take notes like this always boisterous ask here and there what was written on the board.

"Have you?" Mr. Anton is his name, history teacher at this school. His special writing became historic in the eyes of his students who had studied with him. When called the name Mr. Anton, then what comes to mind is Oh, the Father of history whose writing is historic. So said his students.

"Not yet, sir, a little more." Said one of the students who was still busy with his notes, even though he had just finished the second row of six lines of writing on the board there.

The last half hour, will be filled with questions and answers verbally, who managed to answer correctly given a thumbs up from Mr. Anton, so the activity until the lesson is over.

"Bay, sit here." Already hours of rest, Yoga dragged me to the front garden chair of the class. "Just a minute to the mading room."

I also joined his invitation, sitting on a garden chair while leaning back to unwind after studying.

"Eh, you guys are growing here." Dina just got out of class.

"That can't." Reply to the still relaxed Yoga leaning in place.

"Yes, not that, anyway. Not ordinary. Can I sit down too?" Dina pointed at the long bench which was still a lot of excess.

Yoga was a little uncomfortable, for a while he did not answer, instead looking at me.

"Sit down, Din." Repasku. Dina sat down beside me, a bit distant.

"Hey, gang, hang on." Nanda came and squatted in front of us. Behind him came five more people who were also following squat like him. I feel bad for sitting in a chair while they squat so.

"Rame, nih, it's rarely like this." Nanda looked around. Who heard only the grin.

"Hayoo, who was my eyes myopic whiteboard, let's say."

Everyone who heard him laughed.

"Nih, the Riko's eyes even slipped." The one who speaks practices what he says, the one who hears his reply laughs.

"Eh, you know, look at the princess already like a barbie fitting a whiteboard."

"Barbie what?"

"Rabuns."

Everyone laughed and heard the answer until it was hard to stop with watery eyes.

"Eh, Bay. You can't laugh, can you? Smile-smile. Laugh, cake."

"You're a kayak who just met yesterday, Bayu mah, his laugh was all too good."

Again their laughter broke regardless of the dozens of pairs of eyes that saw them.

I can only do as they say, just smile instead of laughter.

"I'm. to the ivory room first, yeah." I'm standing now.

"Sorry, I have to get there now, Bye." I ran away leaving them.

The atmosphere in the park is different now. Silence at once looked at my departure.

"Well, no more fun. Huh, ah. Canteen, yuk."

"Yep, laper, too."

Yoga goes with them.

"I'm going to class, huh." Dina's coding with her hands.

Eventually the ghibah group disbanded.

"Chairman. New tumben coming?" A senior greeted me.

"So, sit around with friends."

"Owh." The senior then returned to his place.

I sit in my chair. There's no work now. One by one these exkul colleagues began to enter, they immediately sat down to take the available folding table and then work on the activity as usual.

I began to do my work, struggling with the worksheets and proposals on the table until it was time to return to class.

"Chairman, Genta permission, he said sick, had forgotten to say. He's not coming to school today." A friend of mine came to my desk.

It is appropriate that today the atmosphere is calm, which usually makes noise in this space was not present. I didn't mean to be happy to hear the news that he was sick. On the one hand I'm happy that everything looks conducive, on the other hand I miss the sound of his voice, which, although often makes troublemakers in this space. But, honestly, it feels lonely.

"Oh, huh? I hope he gets well soon."

The student agreed with my words and then passed by to put up his shoes.

"First, Chief."

"Yes." Yeah."

I put my shoes in front of the door and went back to class. The doorbell rang when I was in front of the classroom door.

"Eh, Bay. It's basketball practice afternoon, huh?" Yoga changed her sitting position so she could look at me.

I've been sitting in my chair, "Yes."

"I really want to see you practice, but then there's math training." Yoga grunts as hell.

"Oh yeah, look at the race time."

"I think it's that way."

The teacher of the subjects entered carrying his bag of clothing that contained teaching purposes. We are back in learning mode.

***

It's two o'clock past twenty minutes in the morning Love is still struggling in front of his book.

FLECKISH

Instead of being surprised, he did not turn his head towards the door of his room that was opened from the outside.

"Cin, aren't you asleep? This brapa clock?"

"Yes, Ma, clash again." His eyes were still following the plot in the thick book.

"You'll have bad luck." The forty-year-old woman stroked the child's hair.

"Yes, Ma. It's gonna be over."

For a moment they were silent to each other.

"Udah, I want to sleep now." The sound of the nose sniffing unfriendly sniff was already heard from earlier. His nose was itching due to the clear liquid coming out nonstop. There were even several pieces of tissue piled up in mini trash cans beside his study table.

"Take a little warm water, yeah."

Love muttered back, she had been lying on her bed, closed her eyes and still heard snorting.

The woman came with a glass of warm water. "Sit down, son."

With a weight of Love ended up sitting herself on that bed. He grabbed a glass of warm water from his mother's hand and drank it several times until it ran out.

The glass changed hands again, he laid his body again on the bed and was ready to sail to the dream.

Her mother got out of bed, turned off the lights and walked out by closing the door.

On the desk calendar on the Love study table there is a code that will remind him that the math race is only five days away.