Scratches of Ink on my finger

Fade

"Cin, borrow a pen, yeah."

"Eh, yes."

Love is still struggling with math problems in his printed book. Finish it well with a few scribbles on the opaque sheet. His branched mind met with enlightenment, now he could focus and calm down, ignoring the problems that existed after this lesson was over.

"Until here is our meeting. Good morning." Good morning." The teacher at the front came out after his teaching hours were up.

What else is on the tenth grade student's mind if it's not about his side of feeling. It becomes commonplace to be exposed to feelings at an early age such experiences. Easily shaky and injured.

Liking someone who feels unrequited is a deep disappointment. Up front, he should look fine. While at the back, it feels extinct all despair, want to run away from the reality that turned out to be so bitter.

One thing he made discourse, is trying to let go and forget. Yes, it is a target that requires a process, talk successfully or not it's a business later.

"Cin, to the cafeteria, yuk."

"First time. I'm not hungry yet, huh."

A warm smile just plastered like no burden is bothering. That's feeling.

But, how great is sense. When the heart hurts, the mind will find a way to cover up the pain and find an antidote for its recovery. Romantic right?

Meanwhile in the mading room

Tomorrow the mading community will hold an exhibition at the school. The works of this community will be shown to many audiences, both school residents and from outside. Pamphlets have been spread, banners have also been erected.

"Sister, there's still less equipment?" I asked Brother Rian who was writing a list of equipment that was already in the mading room.

"There, Chief. Three more lights same rope. But, that was in the same hendle earlier. Again bought."

"That's all?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Today, everything that is needed for tomorrow should already be fixed.

A little bit I learned how to organize events, it was not the first time I took care of things like this, during Junior High once, but more simply, and now I am a person who has a big role, he said, everything here I have to understand how it works.

Been busy. That's what's happening now. While later in the afternoon I will also not be absent for basketball practice. You can imagine how he is.

In the classroom

"Eh, Ga. Bayu want to not, yes, follow the futsal play together?"

"Or."

"Eh, what's the answer, Ga? You guys fighting?"

Yoga even pretended to sleepy intend to expel his friend who this time sounded ninyir. I asked twice. The one who asked finally left after seeing Yoga that no longer ignored him, of course with a sense of regret.

***

The day of the event came. I'm glad so far there's no obstacle at all. Posts were set up in the school grounds, there were fifteen posts, and all were filled with works ready to be exhibited with each theme.

"Sister, it's a poem, huh?"

Many visitors who come both from inside and outside the school, in addition to wanting to come to the exhibition they are also interested to see this elegant school. But, I did not see Yoga or Love to the exhibition post. It's because it's so crowded that I don't see them.

"Yes, Brother. Brother likes?"

Including elementary school children like the one now in front of me at the poetry post.

"Like. I also read poetry in school."

Before five o'clock, the organizers give notice that the event will end at that hour. Visitors are still crowded, looking at home to linger in this school. Some are already seen leaving school while others still want to stay.

I no longer deal in the post right now, because the school's home hours have arrived. I have previously said that after school I want permission from the exhibition because I have to practice basketball, and will leave the responsibility to the representative.

I went to class and took my bag that was still in it. This day, I did not study as usual. Permission because there is an exhibition event.

At the front door of the class, my friends were walking out, and I was poking around with Yoga.

"Eh, Ga. Tomorrow I am free. So yesterday's plan?"

"No need, it's hard." Yoga passed from before me. Is he mad at me?

Immediately I took the bag in class and changed clothes later.

On the court, one by one the basketball members were already there. I ran to the field after I finished changing clothes and I saw Mr. Damar was walking towards there.

"Hi, Bay." Brother Rio, he is sitting on a long seat near the field.

"Hi, Brother."

"Cool show. Cooler than last year."

"False, Brother. We've done our best."

The classmate smiled.

"I admire you, Bay. It's still tenth grade this way you've got an important position, a good opportunity, especially besides that?"

Before I answered, I smiled at him first, "I don't know how people see me, Brother. It all came, I accepted it."

Now the upperclassman was chuckling with a beard.

Mr. Damar has arrived in the field. We got ready, then started training. No picture has changed significantly. Exercise feels the same as the days before, intense.

This time, visitors to the exhibition also joined in the row of basketball spectators, interested in wanting to see this one game. The faces who have never watched basketball practice at Cendikia High School seem enthusiastic and do not move until the training is over.

The exercise ends with a score. Mr. Damar first gave a little direction, then just came home.

In the field, the exhibition committee is in order because today's event is over. I helped out there wearing basketball.

"It's cool."

"Whose brother is that, huh? Cool."

"Introduction, yuk. But, shame."

There are rumors all around me now. I'm not feeling good. Should I change my clothes first, huh?

"Sister, I'll change clothes first, yeah."

"Oh, yes, I can."

I immediately changed clothes to the school toilet. After that, continue the show was sorted out earlier. Many visitors have returned home, some are still passing by. Finally all the work is done. The event was successful. Happy rains displayed indicate a feeling of satisfaction after a long day.

***

When I arrived home, I immediately fell on the bed without changing clothes first. It didn't take long, I've been sailing. Today was exhausting. Let me take this tired. Dreaming will not drain my brain, even I want to wander in nature now.

"Loh, Bayu. I'm sleeping." The woman at the door of the room shook her head to see her son who was lying there. Then he closed the door again.

What else is the power of a thread, will not be able to resist the passing wind. He needs a buffer to survive.