Scratches of Ink on my finger

He's the one over there

Today, the magnificent school building with large poles again high is occupied by students who docked densely at the posts established by the upperclassmen. Not a bazaar, but a post to take the form of extracurricular activities of this school. Count no less than fifteen standing posts. Despite the tightness, the students seem to still eagerly queue to take the form and wonder about the activities in it.

I'm approaching the mading post.

"Wood?" One of the upperclassmen sitting in the post looked at me as if they were familiar.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You were the one who broke out that new student, right?"

"Yes, Brother." Reply smile.

"Well, that's right, the rumor."

"Why? You have a crush?" The friend sitting next to the brother interrupted. I saw that the brother who spoke first had become misbehaved.

"Sister, I can ask for one form."

"Bby dong. Nought. Later after filling out the form do not forget to include a 3x4 photo here and submit it again, yes."

"Good, Brother. Thanks." Thanks." I passed from that boisterous post looking for a quiet place to read the contents of the form.

A seat not far from where I was standing now looked empty, I decided to sit there.

The sunny weather this time makes me a little sultry, fortunately every seat in every park must be under a shady tree. I quite enjoyed the atmosphere.

The form I have in my hand now comes with a brochure that exposes every activity that is in it. After devouring a few lines of sentences there, I unconsciously smiled, still following the flow of sentences in the brochure.

"That's sweet." Said someone.

My eyes caught the three schoolgirls walking in front of me right now. They then threw their faces in the other direction while speeding their way. I can only look at them confused.

"Babies!" Yoga Again. "Whenever here? Alone again, ntar kidnapped just found out." Yoga is sitting next to me.

I chuckled lightly at her, "Who would want to kidnap me?" My drawing to him, I'm sure he has answers.

"Who else would it be if it wasn't the other guy." Tuh, right. Yoga does always look unpretentious, never even like a lack of materials to make a mild joke that is quite attractive a raised smile. "What do you choose eskul for, Bay?"

"I'll take the mading. You?"

"I'll take math." It turns out that people who talk a lot like Yoga are interested in such an exact world. Yes, there are candidates who will be recruited to participate in the field race.

One thing I realize now, someone's outer cover has not been able to ascertain the inside.

I smiled to welcome his answer. "Cool. Spirit."

"You too, Bay."

***

I want to deliver the form sheet I filled out last night. The post is not far ahead.

"Yes, it's over said her brother there's a meeting for the new registrant." That voice, the voice'nya'.

I accidentally met him at this turn. She and her two friends are walking in opposite directions to me.

After his eyes glanced at me, his words that I was sure there was still an extension on his friend came to a sudden halt.

I smiled a short nod and she replied with something similar. Afterwards, I continued on my way to the post, the bell coming in a moment longer rang.

Without me knowing, he watched me leave.

"Why, Cin?" One of his friends noticed his behavior.

"No papa. Yuk." yuk."

***

"Connecting the meeting teacher until the afternoon break, we're free." The notice of the class leader makes the atmosphere boisterous throughout the class. There is no burden if the teacher comes in. Learning is boring for most students.

I decided to go out, the intention was to go to the park in front of the class, but it was filled with other students.

I then looked for another place while carrying a small book and a pen to take off the pen.

"baby! Where you going?" Yoga approached.

"I'm coming along."

There was a long chair in a park a little further away from my class. Instead of no place at all, we decided to sit there.

"Baby, don't you like basketball?"

I just want to open a little book in my hand. "Like."

"Well, no, this weekend playing together?"

I nodded, "May. Where's?"

"In my house." Oh, yes I forgot to know that Yoga was the one who first drove me home in that fancy car.

"You got a basketball court?"

"I don't often have friends to play with." His face looked glum this time, not as usual.

I threw my big smile at him, "Weekend ya." Take me.

"OK."

As it turns out, a simple smile can mean ultimate happiness and even beat out loud laughter.

"You don't have any other plans, do you?" Yoga asked again. At that time my attention was on a student in front of there who was walking with some of his friends.

Of the many students who pass by near and far every second, my attention will surely stop to him. I don't know how far I've put a place for him in my head, it's still him that comes to mind.

"Eh, Bay!" Yoga patted me on the shoulder, and I realized that I was acting strangely now. Yoga looked at my eyes ahead of me. He smiled bitterly at me. "Why is he the same?"

"Huh? No papa." I can still answer calmly.

"Alaah, don't boong, Bay. You like it?"

I noticed Yoga now grinning jail, trying to get me caught up with her words. Again not that easy. I looked back to the front there, 'he' was far away but I could still see.

"What if just seeing someone means liking?" Reply relax.

The yoga that heard could only mutter while the mangut-mangut heard my answer.

"You are, yes, Bay. Hard to guess." Yoga finally let out a sigh of defeat, leaning against the back of the seat.

I who feel winning smile with satisfaction and then lean back. I opened the little book, looked for a blank sheet, and wrote something there.

"That's what, Bay?"

"Book make a fad."

"If I'd made it into a book like that it'd be a blurry book at home."

I chuckle. "Any book as good as this?"

"I'm not interested in nulis, so I'm a blurry book."

Again I chuckled with my hands still scraping something on the thin sheet.

***

'Love', I saw you again. I'm sorry, I call you 'Love', because I don't know your name yet, another reason you fit that name.

I want to say something. You know, when you look at you in plain sight, the world seems to change panoramas, gray becomes bright, blazing becomes shady, all change direction, even time. I could only stare at all with a smile, the thing I did to express my happiness and gratitude.

Sometimes I ask, who are you that makes a child who is new to the outside world into a person who wants to know, especially about you who managed to grab my attention.

Ah, shame on me. Who me? While others there will not hesitate to approach and ask to be his heart. Sorry, I'm not that kind of person. I do not know you and you do too. It could be that I just 'want to know' without any more desire than that. But, let me get to know you, 'Love'.

July 24, 20xx

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