Scratches of Ink on my finger

Best Day

Here my heart is, and I feel you. Here are my eyes, and I see you. Here I am, how do you look at me?

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I realized with a single breath that finally made me open my eyes. Limp, that's how I feel right now. My eyes are straight and short. A few times after blinking I tried to close my eyes deeply so I could see back to normal.

"Wood."

I know exactly that sound. Love's.

"Ga, Bayu is awake, Ga." Further again.

I turned my head slightly to the side with my eyesight that was not yet normal and my head still throbbed along with my movements, but I could confirm that two of my friends were here. They're trying to talk to me but I haven't been able to reply to anything.

My yoga saw running out after Love told her to call my parents and I still couldn't get a wart. Now it's just me and Love. In my silence he always said what I wanted. I want nothing but to stop crying in front of me.

"Wood. Son..." My parents finally came. Run around and embrace me, their only child. I thank you that my life is surrounded by people who love me. But baby, I'm too weak to return their feelings. What I do in the end will only look sad.

*****

It's my best day. After three days of having to lock myself in the house now I can go back to school with all my passion and miss the school environment. I met Rio at the school gate, patting my shoulder he said, "You really don't bother, Bay. The kids in basketball are also on it. Not to mention the girls that every time you practice your pantengin." This time he laughed and then tried to hold it because he did not want to be stared at by the passing students. I think it's intermezzo and hope after this it'll be okay.

We walked to class together. Occasionally plugging any topic to complete the trip until parting time because Kak Rio's class is different from my class. So far I still feel safe. But, there was something that made me always think, and without any reason my head suddenly turned to one class. I don't know why I want someone standing at that door. This time I wander. I realized that I was smiling now.

"Wood!" Someone from the direction of my class shouted while waving her hand.it was Dina.

From inside the classroom some friends came out probably intrigued inquisitively from Dina's scream just now. I walk to class. My classmates were seen smiling warmly, and two people walking towards me continued to embrace my shoulders. I've never felt so welcome because of what I've done?

The first thing they asked was how I was doing. I said that my news is good. It's like they're looking at me now. It's even better. Dina then came breaking up the crowd. As usual, he's more chatty, ah I mean yes.

"Hey. It's complete, here." The new yoga came in the front door crowd of this class. She smiled at me, as sincere as I ever knew. The thing that the last few days had made a burden on my mind because it no longer saw him like this before. Now it's paid off.

"Ga."

"Yuk, Tarok bag first." Yoga grabbed my shoulders while dragging into the crowd-splitting classroom.

"Ga," We've reached each other's benches, "I want to apologize for..."

"Oh, what the hell, Bay. Lupain. Nothing is wrong. Will you take a break to the cafeteria?" Yoga sitting on his stool pointed his body towards my stool.

I nodded slowly.

"If you can't, papa, Bay. I know it."

"No, Ga. I'll be in the cafeteria."

I saw a grin on Yoga's lips before we both laughed lightly at each other. Imagining that my previous way of thinking that kept filling the time with schoolwork and not giving time to be with the people closest to me I had done the wrong thing. I should also give a gap at every time of the busyness in order to be with them. At least I can learn from what I already am.

After the study hours, the first hour break came.

"Ok, Ga."

I don't know why I'm ashamed of myself. Standing waiting for Yoga like this is nothing new, but this time it is not ordinary. What because it's been a long time no longer together feels like the first time.

"Babies!" I was shocked after Yoga's hand slapped my shoulder. "Lah daydreaming. Yuk." yuk."

I was embarrassed by being surprised. It's weird, why is everything getting carried away. "Yep, Ga."

"I'm aja? Our love for humanity? Stay here? Tega you, Bay."

Before I actually smiled broadly at Yoga, this was the number of times I was embarrassed this morning.

"Come on, Cin." Take me.

Love nodded and at last our steps led to the stopover of that hour of rest. The three of us walked in a similar manner and I was halfway between them.

As usual, the cafeteria was always crowded. The other students already took the place first where they liked. Thankfully, there were two desks still empty. We took a place in one of them.

"Say, spit. What do you two want?" Yoga gercep asked when we were at the table. If this is the case, no one can argue. All that I and Love can do is obey his words.

"I'm rice with water, Ga." My answer.

"Aren't you bored of that, Bay? Don't want anything else?"

"No, Ga. I ordered that."

"You, Cin?"

"I'm curious about rice." Love turned to me, "I want rice kare same mocca, deh."

Yoga laughed loosely, watching me and Love take turns. "Nasi kare favorite Bayu made with love with his canteen mother, Cin. That's why it's so good." Yoga laughed again. I tried to hold back the laughter, worried that Love would feel bad. Love turned her head away from us.

"Sorry, deh Cin. Yaudah you wait a moment. I'll pesen first." Yoga walked to the message table and stood for a moment in the line of one person in front of him.

Now at this table, Love and I are sitting next to each other. It feels more awkward than ever. It feels more fucked up. I find it hard to control my expression. For a while I just turned my face away from Love, trying to shake off the awkwardness between the two of us. But, nil, even now I'm sweating cold.

"Bay. You still sick?" Love frowns on seeing me.

"No, Cin."

His eyes changed. Did I speak wrong?

"Bay, I'm worried about you." Love immediately smothered his face.

What is really in this girl's heart. Every time I see me always invites feelings and drifts in it. This time my chest ached once as from the gap of her hands flowed her tears. Do I look that sad?

She's worried about me? I'm more worried about him.