Scratches of Ink on my finger

Second Time

NOTE: The point of view I use in this story is a mixed point of view. If the events in the story about what the main character experienced then I use the first-person perspective. But, if the main character is not present in the story, it will automatically be Author Pov. Thank ye.

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Back to school is the long-awaited time after a day with a busy, unprofitable style of children orientation time. The faces are lethargic and coquel was starting to brightly welcome the view of the house which will soon be a place to take off the burden of frustration today. Although arguably elite, this school does not allow its students to bring a vehicle, with the reason that parents can pay attention. Hope so.

"baby! Boo!" A male friend who was with me at orientation ran past the other students who were on the way home.

"Hi." I forgot the name, we didn't talk much earlier, just a quick introduction because the upperclassman told us to introduce ourselves, after which we were more silent.

"Bay, who's home with you?"

"Himself." I hope he doesn't ask me if I know his name or not.

"Yuk, I'm taking you."

"What's the same?"

"That's. I'm picked up." He pointed to a luxury car that some days I often search on search engines. The reason is, yes, I like it.

"That car?" I pointed at the shiny black car there that was parked dashingly.

"No, next to it." It turns out my guess was wrong. But.. "That red car?" My forehead is crying for certainty.

"Yes. Yuk." yuk." He dragged my hand to hurry because in the car someone was waiting for him.

Gosh darn. Even though it is wrong to think, the brand is the same. Different colors only. Before going up, I take a deep breath first. I'm really going to get in the dream car.

Today there are many things I think about, from entering the school gate, events in the field, time with my upperclassmen, to getting home from school in this car. I can't miss a single precious moment. I will write in my notes that every day become a container for the outlet of my feelings.

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A notebook I just bought at the bookstore a few days before my orientation period was put on the study table, not that shelf study table but a kindergarten study table that can be folded legs. I sat on the bed with the study table in front of me, complete with the stationery I needed.

Hogwart, I was a student there, with a unique Indonesian shower, the nuance being different. This is not a Harry Potter story, because there is no such name in the absent book, other than my name and other students who tend to be Indonesian-style.

Today, the afternoon is like twilight, ushering in memories with a warm eye-opening shower. Brief acquaintance even though only limited to flashlight, which makes me not pay more attention because busy putting eyes on the corners of the space there.

Not get nothing. I became a true observer, a true observer. Until I realized the meaning of the word 'true' itself.

Shoes sound because there is a reason. There must be a step that swipes over the visible footing. My curiosity arose because I was in a different place, although not in Wonderland ala Allice in Wonderland.

I met faces, which I observed each of them having a unique level of difference and similarity. Some can both rely on each other and some prefer themselves for a reason.

If I could tell you, I would be ashamed. Shame on me, the inhabitant of the seabed that has no power to follow the currents of the waves on the surface. Can only be at the bottom with the violent mind paying attention to something up there.

I accidentally noticed a woman. Ah, yes, woman. I don't know his name. Call it 'Love'. A word that sounds beautiful, like her.

I want to continue the story, hopefully it will continue the next day. A story of a sea floor dweller.

28 June 20xx

Marked

Wilted

I smiled after the outpouring was finished neatly written on the first page of the book. Immediately I cleaned up to the place of each equipment last night and then went to sleep because it was time to rest the night.

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"Eh, that's Bayu, right? Samperin, yuk." Two freshly finished students from the cafeteria walked over to their front-class garden seats.

"Babies!"

I'm stunned. The chest hold calmed the shock and looked at those who had just arrived.

"Not to the cafeteria, Bay?" They sat on the side of an empty chair. His name is Yoga sitting next to me, another Nanda sitting next to Yoga.

"Hold your stomach. If I had, the hell had been rumbling the stomach even though it had breakfast." Nanda rubbed his stomach which he said was starving earlier.

I chuckled lightly.

"Yes, yeah. But your body doesn't meh, tuh."

"What if you don't eat time off for people kurusan?" I smiled, asked back.

"Yes, not really, anyway."

I smiled again. They look very unpretentious, maybe because they are still 'new students' which means they do not have a heavy school load.

"Eh, Bay, don't smile that way. Someone will see again."

My face immediately descended upon hearing the words Yoga, "Why?"

"You're secretly washing away." Kekeh Yoga looked at me and Nanda also followed along while nodding in agreement.

"That's it, you really. Since the first time in this school I noticed you so." Nanda added, their laughter was stifled because they did not want to be the subject of the gaze of other students.

"I'm horrified, right orientation yesterday someone wants to send a letter to you, Bay. But not so. Don't know why." Yoga continued, he seemed to enjoy the topic

"Where do you know?" Nanda asked back.

Meanwhile, I became a listener as well as a loyal audience this time, who would occasionally respond to the conversation with an expression or just a short speech.

"From the next class, there's my acquaintance there." Yoga again threw her smile at me, as if intending to make me feel embarrassed plus misbehaved. But, it's not that easy. Thereafter...

"Eh, I'm going to class first, yeah." Yoga got up from his seat and walked to class.

"I'm coming!" Nanda ran a little following Yoga which was already a few steps away.

I alone still want to survive sitting in the long chair of this classroom garden while leaning on the backrest.

The other students were still in break time mode, walking around, eating, joking around, and other things that made them more relaxed.

Suddenly my gaze stopped on a student who was about to enter her class there. He looked towards me. He briefly spoke to his friend who was already at the entrance of the classroom, then he approached me.

I straightened up from the backrest, looking at the approaching direction

"Hi," she said with an awkward smile on her face. That sweet face, "you who were helping me to the UKS at the time, right?"

"Yes." Yeah." I watched him calm down.

"Makasi, aye. Sorry about that."

"No papa. Are you feeling better?"

He nodded, "Oh, yes. I want to turn over the money to buy food at that time. It's." A piece of green money he pointed at me.

"No need. Take it." Take it."

"But I'm not good."

"No papa. Consider me a deal." I smiled at him to make it look like nothing happened.

"Oh.. Makasi. Then I'll go back." His hand pointed at his class.

"Yes, please."

Without me knowing, from earlier I just sat alone without allowing him to sit too. His passing made me realize that my mind had not been as calm as I had been.

He came again, finally I can continue the story that some days was interrupted. I haven't found out what his name is, maybe my hand will survive by writing his name with the word 'Love'.