Scratches of Ink on my finger

Be left out

It's been a break. Like the plan yesterday, I today want to give a notebook that I just bought earlier on Love.

But I'm getting uncomfortable. Is this too much, huh? Was the notebook I chose too childish? Or it might look funny if I give her a notebook like this.

Ah, don't start again. I don't like this kind of plan. This is only for congratulations, most will also make it blurry like Yoga.

"Ga, first, yeah."

"Ok, Bay."

I walked outside the classroom holding the notebook in my right hand without a bag or something covering it. I just want to give it as simple as possible. Hope this business is over soon.

Without having to wait, Love had just sat down in a park seat. I'll get to him there soon. I want to go to the mading room afterwards.

"A.T.."

"Love!" A student I saw seemed to be running towards Love. Love waved at him.

Meanwhile, he also realized that I was approaching too. This time he looked confused, watching me and the newly arrived student take turns.

Maybe Love had an appointment with her, I had no intention of interrupting them. I'll give you this notebook later, or I can take it to Yoga. Yeah, that's more likely. I'd better get to the mading room now.

I greeted them with a smile while looking down and passed.

"Why, Cin?" Sofian asked looking at the direction of Love's view.

"Eh, no papa, brother."

Sofian again noticed who Love had noticed earlier. "He who?"

"That's my theme."

"Owh. So, right, to the cafeteria?"

Love nodded, hoping that the event to this canteen would quickly pass.

Yoga from his class noticed the incident without being able to do anything, it was also impossible that he suddenly joined Love and the upperclassmen.

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Where else flows the water of longing if not to the eyes that are missed. Where else would love go if not to the idol.

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A week after I bought the notebook I wanted to give to Love, I never gave it to her either. During that time I was also busy with mading activities that soon will hold an event at school, plus basketball training that I have started since the day I want to give the notebook.

My legs that were still sore once in a while while playing slowly began to improve and now that I can be said to be healed, I hope that there will be no more injuries to my legs or other physique.

The event held by Mading is only two days away. Poscoes for the event have been prepared by the sections that handle it. Just waiting for that time to come.

While my business in the basketball club, some things that have not been completed before can be completed, such as getting acquainted with all members, both men and women.

"Bay, will there be no time?"

I was already in the classroom because soon the teaching-learning process would begin.

"When will you be, Ga?"

"Going to school."

"For what?"

"Sit around."

"Sorry, Ga. I'm going to school later and I have to practice basketball."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Is anything important?"

Yoga did not answer my question this time, his face looked cold, probably because I kept refusing his invitation. I didn't mean to refuse, but there was something I had to do.

"What if you run out of mading event, Ga. Now I've got a lot of work in my exkul."

Yoga nodded and then turned back to the front.

I admit that for the past week I have not seen each other just to sit with her and Love. Until now I still can not participate in leisure activities with them because other work takes up my time without enough gaps. So, now I have to be patient to wait until the mading event is over.

After I finished studying today I went straight to the toilet to change clothes for basketball practice.

"Bay, game. Mr. Damar has come, yes." Sahut Kak Rio who also changed his clothes here.

I came out after I finished dressing up with my clothes.

"Yuk, Brother." We also ran to the basketball court. The other members are already there. I noticed that the audience seemed to be getting crowded from day to day.

I took off my bag and put it in one of the corner seats there.

Mr. Damar has given his cue for training this time, "Consider with focus. A little chance of losing will be great. Understood?"

"Understand me, sir." Answer us in unison.

The training begins. As always, the game goes very hard to score one point. The calculated move was agile. Deposing, passing, or even shooting is always a fierce event.

The training is finally over. Mr. Damar just gave a little direction before going home, after he left the field.

"Would I take you home?" Brother Rio is holding my shoulder.

"No need, brother. Thanks." Thanks."

"Wood." The voice of a schoolgirl I heard from behind me and Rio turned around.

"You.. An ona?"

He smiled for a moment, "Yes, we met in the cafeteria."

"Bay, I'm first, yeah." Brother Rio's coding with his hands.

"Eh, yes, Brother."

That upperclassman immediately walked ahead of me.

"I'm glad you played basketball some days again. It's healing, huh, her leg?"

"Yes.it."

I would not want to have to follow the rhythm of the slow path because from then on he continued to invite me to talk.

Arriving at the school gate.

"Who are you going home with?" I asked because the school gate was empty.

"I'm waiting for an invitation."

Actually I want to hurry home, but here almost no more passing by. There may be but only one-on-one I so can't bear to leave it alone.

"I'll wait here until your invitation comes." I took off my bag because I wanted to take my tumbler that still had water.

Me and the student were standing on different sides of the gate. After taking a sip of my drinking water, no more work now, I became awkward standing here for a long time. The student's invitation hasn't come yet.

"Usually you're picked up by Brapa's clock?" I was curious because it was too late.

"It's not usually this long."

I nodded, maybe there was some sudden business or something else.

"That's. I was picked up. " Ona pointed at a motorcycle that was coming closer. I'm glad I finally came too.

Ona immediately went up after the motorcycle turned its direction.

"Who are you going home with, son?" Asked a middle-aged man riding that motorcycle to me, maybe Ona's father.

"I went home alone, sir. My house is close to here."

"Oh, so. If so, then sir first, yes. Let's." Let's."

"Yes, Sir. Let's." Let's." My reply.

I can finally go home now. But, I accidentally turned back to look back at the school gate, I found a yellow goodie bag that I had seen Ona carrying earlier on the road with me.

The bike was already far ahead there, I finally took it for me to love him again tomorrow.

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Going to school today I didn't forget to bring Ona's yellow goodie bag. But, the problem is I don't know what class he is in, how do I return the goods? Finally, inevitably I had to ask that of a friend in class.

"Ga, you know a student named Ona, don't you?"

Yoga immediately frowned when I asked him the question. He looked at me in wonder, "Why with him?"

"Because goodie bag is missing."

"Couldn't it be the same for you? Was there no one else but you there?" Yoga is like someone interrogating me now.

"Because I accidentally met him after basketball practice. Trus I had to wait for him to pick him up coming because it was a chore. After he was picked up he forgot to bring his goodie bag which was placed near the gate, so he stayed." I am sure Yoga does not misunderstand.

Yoga watched me for a moment. "Let me ask the others, maybe someone knows." Yoga still looks cold to me. I'm not feeling good.

Shortly after that Yoga came back to me.

"Daughter says she's an XF class kid."

"Good, Ga."

"M."

The bell rings in a moment. I intend to return the student's belongings this morning quickly. I'm approaching XF class right now.

"Hi, can you ask? Ona in this class, huh?" I asked two students who wanted to go to class XF.

"Oh, yes. Why?"

"Can I please give this to him?"

Just at that time Ona was out of class.

"Eh, Bayu. Why here?" Ona then glanced at the yellow goodie bag in my hand. " Oh, is this mine?"

"Yes, you're missing the time you got home."

Ona took the goodie bag out of my hand. He saw the contents later, and then he was bearded. "Thank you, yeah."

"Then I go back to class."

"Oh. Aye." Yeah." Reply Ona smiled.

When I turned around I found Love standing looking at me at the door of her class, after which she went straight into the classroom. The bell went in.