Scratches of Ink on my finger

Rasa

If today was my last day to see her, now I would also meet to shake hands immediately to say goodbye. When the...

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Tomorrow, I wake up again. In a hurry to get back to school. Actually not because my parents did not want to wake up, but since the third grade of elementary school I did not want to be awakened again, because it could be independent. I was never awakened by them again. Today, I had to have breakfast in the cafeteria again, and completely forgot to take the medicine I bought yesterday.

Since opening the door for the first time, it feels bad. But, today's lesson is my favorite, it doesn't feel like being absent even once, my pace is steady because thinking about it, I consider it as a spirit generator.

Reality is not always on will. Wanna how?

The first lesson begins. My gaze is forward. This could be because of the effects of tired and this morning has not had breakfast. During the lesson hours my head continued to slacken, my eyes were heavy and my head also started to churn.

"Mom, I'll let you in for a second."

Bu Ita, the Indonesian teacher, nodded at a glance to give permission, then continued the material again.

I was in the toilet. Washing my face and looking at my face in front of the mirror. My eyes are already pouchy even though they don't look so bad. My head is still throbbing, especially when I walk. I didn't dare to go to the cafeteria in study hours like this because it was a mistake, I had to wait for the break to arrive. When I go back to class, it is time for a training session.

"Bay. Help me out."

"What?" I have to hold my head that continues to throb at the moment.

"This one."

During those lesson hours I was still able to survive. Finally the lesson was finished with a training session that was quite eaten by me.

At the break, I no longer pay attention to the friends around, immediately out of class go to the cafeteria with my head throbbing. I have to have breakfast.

On arrival at the cafeteria, without knowing who was there, I ordered some food and sat down in one of the chairs. How to make my food run out quickly if my head continues to disperse my appetite at this time.

One bribe, my stomach will no longer accept. The headache made me taste nothing, so I left the food on the table and went to the morgue as soon as possible.

The heart is connected, the eye is always looking at it, the mind is always imagining it. How does it feel to see a puja in a state that is not okay. The eyes never see him fall. The hand never sees it fall. And the heart will continue to stir to hold.

Love had already come into the cafeteria with her friends. For a long time he noticed someone sitting alone at one of the tables there. He looked carefully at what someone was doing there who was so slowly bribing his food, that the food was left alone as usual. Only a mouthful of what he saw was eaten after lying on the table, and the face of the owner of the food was seen holding something while rubbing his temple as he left the canteen.

His heart spoke, never to be separated from the word 'he'. Worrying about his figure'nya' who can not stay away, even though it is tired to forget. The bond will not break, even stronger.

Grimacing the heart of the girl, because her eyes saw the figure of longing. His heart felt what a figure of longing felt. His mind shouted calling out a figure of longing. It's overflowing all flavors. Wanted to call his name, but his tongue was muddy. Tears reveal it all. Patience, Sweetheart. The company will never be separated from its owner.

The Mading room

"Chairman. The chairman's lacking a break, huh?" Genta came up to my desk, bent his legs and leaned his arms on the table.

"No, Gen."

"The chairman always does. Say it doesn't when it is."

My eyes were heavy from this morning I forced them to keep wide open. My headache is growing and the stabbing feeling this time makes me unable to grimace.

"Chairman!" Genta started to panic. "Sister Rian! The chairman is sick."

The former Chairman immediately approached, seeing what conditions were going on. "You always make it, Bay." In the former chairman's head he meant to worry.

"Where, dong, brother?" Genta.

"Chairman!"

Two colleagues at the table immediately helped lift the body that had been lying on the floor.

Unfortunately for the fate of Si Bayu, the innocent child who does not know much about this life must be in a weak physical embrace, weak strength, and a weak heart. Only the mind that becomes a gold mine in itself becomes the best determinant of what it will do, always logical and planned.

But what is the force of a weak heart, unable to endure the mixed taste, unable to sort out which one is, can only ask about what he is tasting.

The mind that wanders far away is not worth how much flavor it knows on that journey.

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I've spent weeks trying to reconnect with my closest friends. This I do as a form of my efforts in learning, learning to care about what is in front of me that I often ignore.

Weary. That's how I feel when I'm lying in bed. I'm still in the process of 'surviving' is something I have to hold on to, firm with my stance to improve myself and things. That's what got me up and excited to start tomorrow to try again.

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The UKS Room

The weak body lay unconscious on the bed. Several fellow mading waited for him inside that space in the available seating.

"I've often seen that languid Bayu, Brother. But he doesn't want to be said. He's a wayward, brother, the man." Genta whispered to the former chairman sitting beside him.

"Hus, don't tell me that. Yeah, I know."

Until the lesson time ended in the afternoon, the boy called Bayu was still unconscious. It's time to go home. Fortunately Genta and Rian are loyal to the UKS room to see the situation during this break and time home.

"Sister, how, huh? I don't have a vehicle to drive home."

"If that's what let me deliver."

"Sama, what?"

"I'll call a friend for a minute, you wait here."

"Oh, yes, Brother.

Rian left the UKS room hurriedly hoping that the friend he was referring to had not returned. Genta was sitting alone beside the bed.

"Bay.. Bay.kok can yes there are people like you. Make Madam more dear know no, if she knows you're here like a gini." Genta's nag is heard whispering. His eyes continued to look at that poor face with pity. Remember when he saw Love was feeding food with a face full of attention. How the figure of Bayu so dear.

There is a sense of kasian in Genta when he saw Bayu who was often overwhelmed with sadness on his face every time he stared fixedly at the face that always looks enthusiastic at the chairman's table, he said, forcing the real thing he himself is already within the threshold of his ability to do the task. What was on the child's mind, he thought.

"Genta." Rian reached the door of the UKS, opening his shoes.

"Eh, yes, Brother."

"Yuk, lift Bayu out the gate. I'm waiting in his car there."

"Come, Brother."

While still breathing, as long as the body is still able, as long as the mind is still sane, as long as the heart is still not turned away, I will find a way to re-hug. Although in the thicket, although crashing waves surging, although all looks not possible. The one I want. Back with you guys.