Scratches of Ink on my finger

Tired 2

I'm sure the rainbow must have come after the heavy rain. The storm must have subsided after rummaging through the expanse. Love will come back into the fold after a long struggle.

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It had been a few weeks after I had decided to join my friends playing futsal once a week which then led me to join in activities for other activities that were increasingly busy days. I do this so that my good relationship with the people around me is no longer just a word of friends because of classmates.

Some other activities that I also follow in order to feel the nuances of friendship also do not go absent every time. One thing that has not been completed until now...

"Ga."

There is no answer, Yoga always busies itself or even shies away from me after greeting her and during that time I never talk to Love again. He always stayed away when he saw me. Is that how big my fault is with them?

In the break I accidentally met Love in the cafeteria. He seemed to have just realized that I was coming for breakfast at that place.

"I go first, yeah."

"Eh, why, Cin."

"No papa."

Afterwards, he passed next to me who was still at the door of the canteen. I can't help it even if I just talk for a minute. I've been planning on talking repeatedly but it never works.

I never thought that my closeness with them before would end like this. Maybe I was too careless.

My intention is not to go every day to approach them, when they enter class, break time, while studying, or at home, but still failed. While my relationship with the rest of the class was much more familiar than before, and my mandatory activities for mading and basketball practice continued as usual.

I was deadlocked thinking about all that. And again, I was getting tired. Tired of thinking about what else to do to set things right. While the daily busyness always waiting for me every finished one job until the night break. I still want to fight. Even tomorrow, the day after, or weeks later still have to try again. I earnestly. I wish I could survive.

*****

"Ga, I want to talk."

Silent for a moment, Yoga looked at me for a while then sighed while turning his gaze to the other direction with a blank look.

"Udahlah, Bay. Take care of yourself. You have a lot of friends too, right."

I could only gulp water hearing that. My courage ebbed away to continue the intention. But I don't want to drag on with this.

"I just want to apologize..."

"No need to apologize, Bay. It's of no importance to you. Go back to the door rather than late."

I have always heard that sound uncomfortable. Maybe I made a big mistake.

Dina came from the direction of her association with other students near the classroom door. "What are you doing?"

Yoga grew lazy from his seat, coming out in shaky steps, uncomfortable with his current state. While I can only look at his disappearance.

"Why yoga, Bay?"

"No papa, Din. He's not feeling well anymore."

"Not good how?"

I don't want to answer it and it's time to go back to the mading room.

"Din, I'm going to the mading first, yeah."

"Oh, OK."

My footsteps were walking slower than usual, all I could do now was think of another way I would do another time after this.

I accidentally saw a new love coming out of the canteen. As soon as he saw me from a distance there, his steps stopped suddenly and then dragged his friend's hand to enter the cafeteria again.

*****

Yoga has repeatedly wanted to forget about the incident, the incident when the question 'there is an important?' it popped. What he has been doing all this time is not important, he lamented. From the beginning he intends that his closeness with the other two friends will continue to be warm at every meeting. But, after the 'question' arrived, it turned out what he had been doing all this time as if it was just the wind. On her phone, her hand started looking for Bayu's name and blocked her later.

Meanwhile in the House of Love

"Cin, eat first, yuk."

"I'm not hungry, Ma. When I'm hungry, I eat by myself."

The woman standing at the door came to her son sitting at the study table. He looked at his son's face. There is sadness there.

"You, why, honey?"

The soft voice shook the feeling of Love that had survived. It is the hug that is on his back right now. It was a feeling so heavy that he was alone. Perhaps a few tears will be shed from the tears that have now flushed his face in that embrace.

While the ignorant woman can only guess to the extent of 'maybe she has a problem at school', that's it.

Until the hour of rest at night arrived, he was only in a lying mode, trying to fall asleep in a mind that continued to mill around, of course the result was nothing. It had been a long time that he was struggling with something like this, ever since the relationship broke suddenly.

Deep down in his heart he never forgot or discarded the name that was once stored in it. The days without him made him long, his lips always trepid when he wanted to keep away from him, even his heart was never willing to stay away. I miss her so much, her heart speaks. Again the water droplets from the eye poultice just flow.

*****

"Bay, in a week, here. Our team will fight." The voice of Kak Rio from my left side who is now sitting waiting for the other members to come.

"Yes, Brother."

After a long time I continue my daily activities full every day, at home I only have an effective time of an hour or two to dwell in the room or occasionally go out to just eat or drink, then sleep after a busy day with the schedule, waking up in the morning is slower than usual. Be now, I quite often go to the cafeteria for breakfast at break time.

"Bay. Lately you seem tired easily. The last three days of training you often do not respond to the ball. Why?"

"No idea, Brother. I feel that way too."

"Good rest, Bay. We're gonna have to fight back again."

I just nodded back this time. It's true, my condition was not fit again these few days. Maybe I need to buy a stamina booster after coming home later.

Basketball walking exercise. Mr. Damar continues to pay attention to every student in the field. There was a worried scratch on his face looking at the practice these few days, while the match would be held next week.

PRIIITS!

The whistle from Mr. Damar stopped all the players on the pitch.

"Gather all!"

The steps went closer towards the teacher. The gasping breath was clearly heard when the game was completely stopped.

"For all of you." Actually he only had problems with one member, but there was no desire to discourage that one when mentioned by name. "The game will be held in the next week, we don't have much time to train anymore. Each of you must be responsible for your own position. Understood?"

"Understand me, sir." The sound of that sound was so compact. After that, Mr. Damar no longer gave instructions to return to training but told all players to go home.

"Bay. If you are not healthy, you can rest first."

"Yes, Bay. We also know that you are not a player that can be underestimated. But, if it's so, our team will be a mess."

"Let's take a break first. I'm sure Mr. Damar also won't change your position to someone else."

Change sentences like that in my ears from the basketball members. They already knew that I was the cause of the practice this time canceled in the middle of the road. I can only say it all because this time I made too many mistakes.

I actually bought a stamina enhancer home workout. I hope I can ease my excessive fatigue lately.