Scratches of Ink on my finger

Meet

"Eh, who's that?"

"No idea."

"Liat yuk."

"Yuk."

"Eh, that's not what's in that basketball, is it?"

"Eh, yes. It's so cute for him."

Genta and Rian were still carrying the unfortunate body towards one of the cars that was waiting outside the gate. Hustle and bustle around accompanied their hurried footsteps.

"Eh, it's Bayu from class XC."

"Eh, yes, that's Bayu."

Previously

Classrooms are preoccupied with the topic of 'Wood to go'. Since the first hour of rest that he used to spend in the classroom now completely do not enter in the next lesson until home.

"You really don't know where Bayu is?"

"No. Ask me Yoga."

"Eh, Ga. Do you know where Bayu is?"

"No."

What Yoga has in mind now is nothing but where Bayu goes until he does not enter the classroom, which is never an option for the child to skip.

Although he was getting used to the absence of Bayu, but for this incident he could not refuse if he was now thinking about Bayu

Meanwhile, Cinta has been feeling bad since the morning she left for school. The direction of his mind can not be separated from Bayu, even hours of lessons passed without getting anything from the teaching.

That connected heart will never be deaf to any whisper that keeps whispering. Sounds obvious without intermediary device. A whole sense of trying to blend in with each other. Remember, dear puja.

*****

Rian, Genta, and another friend have arrived at Bayu's house.

"Wood! Son, Bayu why?"

"Sorry Aunt, Bayu fainted in the first hour of rest. The body's hot, Auntie."

Tears of sadness flowed down the forty-year-old woman's face looking at her son's face in the hands of the three students in front of her. "Son, please bring Bayu inside."

"Good, Auntie." Answer Genta. After that, he and two colleagues brought Bayu into the room following the steps of the woman who had just continued to cry.

"Come in, son."

"Yes, Aunt. Excuse me."

Already laid on the bed, Bayu's face looks beautiful again every once in a while the ringing is heard while the plain face is wrinkled to hold the feeling he bears now. The four people there could only look at that poor face with pity.

"Son." It sounded so smooth, that Genta could not hold back his tears seeing a mother in front of him rubbing the face of his son who could not do anything. Ringisan enveloped the small space. The three students who were still there only replied with a look and feel of kasian.

What about Bayu...

Bayu. Ah, yes, I'll take over this story. Just want to introduce yourself to him, which has been just an illusion that increasingly tells each other about his life. This is not a fantasy, my existence intends to explain what really happened.

Here comes Bayu now. In a room, the place where I wrote this story, telling her is a subjective fabrication of my mind. The walls bearing their names and characters are etched with carved faces that always represent who they are. I really like it.

Bayu had just come to this small space. Look at that innocent face, I was always amazed by her figure. Only here can I meet him, in a private imaginary space.

"Hey. Welcome to."

"Who are you?"

"I? I'm the owner of this room. Bayu..."

"Do you know who I am?"

"certain. I painted you in my shabby paper."

"You mean?"

"Put down next to me."

Bayu is approaching me. There was nothing I could do now but look at her who was sitting down immediately and the pull of my smile accompanied her direction away.

"So, who are you?"

"....I'm your form painter. You are my son."

"......"

"Not to think about it."

"If I were a child of your mind, what would happen to me?"

"....you live in my imaginary world, my character and all that I set up. including Love, Yoga and all that else."

I was so amazed to see her look that she wanted to know so much.

"Love, Yoga, and everything else?"

"You know, you're engineering what I like, Love is fabricating my feelings of love, Yoga is engineering my personality, and the other is a representation of humanity, humanity, and love.So, yoga is a fabrication of my personality, they're warm and caring, and I love it."

You know how that innocent look is now? I even looked at him, the more I looked at him the more I loved his nature.

"I'm sorry. I closed your heart intentionally. You want me to open it? Do you want to feel what love is?"

"I don't know." He's slacking.

"I'm sorry I've swayed you in doubt. I don't mean to make you that way, but I really like people who struggle, especially those of you who struggle to figure out what love is."

"......."

Bayu looks lethargic in front of me, all the worries envelop him now.

"Then open that door. You'll be back in your world."

He turned his head towards the door I pointed at, though still dousing a worried look there.

"Open up." My love convinced him.

"May I.here first."

"What are you thinking?"

The face of the child I see today is carrying a burden of thought.

"If I come back, I'm so sorry for myself right now. They're no longer with me."

"You're just guessing, Bayu. You and your two friends never wanted to get away from each other. It is only because of your selfish attitude that you were not aware of. They just react, not separate. And.. You know how Love feels about you?"

The face now looks interested in my sentence, although it is still fairly cold, but the bead eyes look at me fixed curious.

"Open that door. You'll know the answer."

A few seconds his gaze was only on me, thinking of something else that still held him back from staying in this room.

"What if I stay here..."

"This room I'll lock the meeting after it's over. I'm going to make this space my collection room that I've arranged everything here. Everything about you and the others will be stored as memories of my imagination."

His forehead creased, continuing to look at me hoping for something.

"Is this a farewell? And... will everything disappear just like me and the others as children of your mind?"

"I'm sad to be honest. But it is. it is."

We are both silent with our own minds.

"I just met you for the first time, and it was very short. Like the thing she met Love. Is that really my path?"

"You and Love are separated. If you don't do anything other than keep meeting, you'll see him every time."

"Is that so?"

I want to laugh in front of him. That plain face is always entertaining.

"Then... will we never see each other again?"

"I can't say no. But, if I say I can't be sure because this room will be locked tightly because I don't want this room to tear apart. I'll just meet you in this room. Maybe if I wanted to see each other again I'd find a way to do it, even if I didn't know it would work or not."

"Why aren't you here?"

"I love to travel and make memories on my travels.... Before it all happens let me say sorry and thank you."

"I don't know what to say."

"Not to think about. This story will end soon, and return to your world. You tau? Love and Yoga are waiting for you there."

"really?"

"Do I look like I'm lying? Open that door. After opening it you will know how a feeling mingles within you."

Bayu finally obeyed my words. In that slow step he always thought of something else in his mind.

"mmm.. Before that, can I know something?"

"What?"

"If indeed we are in a different world and Love is fabricated from your love. Does that mean you are love?"

The door was opened, all sorts of feelings began to enter Bayu's heart. I saw with my own eyes that the aura was constantly flowing within him. One by one he began to feel and understand what a feeling that had been the shackle of each question.

I am also unable to go with the flow of feelings he feels. Because of that love...

"You're right. Love is a small part of me. And I am the full form."

"I love my friend Yoga and I love your feelings, Love. That means I love you and I love you."

A sentence that made me powerless to hold back the tears that had not intended to come out since I realized that this was just an illusion. But, it was unthinkable to me that his words would make me feel like this.

Has penetrated all the aura of that feeling on Bayu. I take his words as parting words.

"thank you. Come back to him, you're in his world, not mine."

Bayu smiled sincerely before actually going inside that door and immersed in that outer realm left me alone in this small space. I will rewrite the continuation of this story to end it all. I closed the door again and immediately wrinkled with my shabby sheet.