Scratches of Ink on my finger

Madings

The entrance bell finally rang and I haven't had time to look back at my work there, maybe later after class. It was time to return to the classroom, the teachers also started to come out of his room ready to return to teaching. I also walked to class through high poles that really spoil the eyes.

***

"There's an announcement for all of you." Ms. Ratna's voice opened the topic of this hour. "According to the invitation to come to school, almost every week we receive letters from various parties, and after scheduled school we will be busy at least twice a month."

"Busy why, Mom?" One of the students raised his hand.

"Race."

"Well." There was a welcome from the students who heard the reply from the teacher in front. "Kereen."

"For information on what will be contested, each class gets this." The few strands of HVS in Bu Ratna's hands made the students seem enthusiastic. "Later the class president who will stick this in the classroom mading."

"Good, Mom." The class leader feels responsible. His smile was firm, I greatly admired his figure.

"good. We continue the previous lesson." Mrs Ratna continued as she opened the book on her desk.

"Pst, Bay. Help me later. You see, yesterday was left behind because it was told to the teacher's room." Gama, the friend sitting in front of me.

As usual, after the exposure from the teacher is finished, at the end of the lesson we will be challenged with exercises that must be completed in that hour as well. Not infrequently most students can only work on a few points and collect them with a dissatisfied face. There are even those who nag their duties that are not as they wish.

I held my right thumb at my friend which meant OK, plus a smile that was quite relieved and then turned forward to look at Ms. Ratna who was explaining.

"For this one does anyone not understand?" Bu Rita swept the gazes of the students in front of her.

"Mom! I'm." I'm." A student raised his hand and conveyed his incomprehension problem about the material the teacher had just discussed up front.

I also wanted to ask the same question. Finally, my ignorance was answered already after Ms. Ratna actually described it on target. I smiled with satisfaction at the answer.

After that, the next discussion continues until the target that the teacher wants to finish is complete already. No questions come when the teacher asks questions? Time for a training session that is only given half an hour.

The faces from earlier who had prepared mentally for the coming of this time, just stiffened immediately. Their minds began to work hard and hope that they will be able to solve the problems given.

Five minutes, ten minutes, a quarter of an hour had passed, the enthusiastic faces were already frowning in answers to the questions on the sheets of his book. Some suddenly stop writing, some are playing with the pen, the point is that their faces show that they are thinking hard to find a way to solve.

"Eh, error, here. Help dong."

The students started to invite boisterous. Indeed, it will not be scolded, because the practice sessions are allowed to cooperate.

"Before a minute, I'm writing again. I'll say again."

"Quickly, yeah. Help me.."

"Yes, stop."

I was still calm looking at the questions on the booksheet and of course hearing those who sounded panicked, considering the time to stay a little longer. So far there have been no obstacles that make me stumble. My hand still calmly wrote the answers about it.

"Bay, I want it." Whisper Gama in front of me. We're dealing now.

"What's the?"

"What about this, what's up?"

I explained the answer to his question, scraping through my opaque sheet to display some of the points I needed to write down. His head was bearded when he heard and saw my writing.

"OK, thanks, Bay."

"Together."

He turned around, continuing his interrupted answer.

"Babies!" The yoga sitting across from Gama waved. I looked at him. "This is to the cafeteria, yes."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Are you ready?"

"A little more."

"Owh, go on, sorry to bother."

Yoga looked relaxed in his seat, he stretched his hand and the stationery was out of his hand. Looks like it's done.

Not long after that I was finished, without any problems being missed. Mercifully. Then, the sound of the break bell rang which made the other students who were still busy with their work sigh disappointed.

"Yeah, one more thing, here." A student stared at the book.

The head of the class quickly stood up and took his friends' exercise books. "Her book."

"Just a minute, Chief, a little bit more, no." Showing a face of compassion, hoping to be pitied.

"Sorry." The man forcibly took his friend's exercise book, regardless of the begging face.

"Her book."

"Yes, yes! Don't be too tired!" The student threw her book in another pile of books over the Chairman's hand, then went to drag his friend's hand towards the class with an annoyed face. Such a scene was common if the situation was the way it is now. While the man who served as chairman could only shake his head to see the behavior of his friend.

"Book, Bay." Now it's my turn to be charged.

I put my book on top of the book that had been piled up in his hand, and then it passed to another table.

"baby! Yuk, hurry. I'm hungry, right." Yoga stood beside my desk.

"But I can't take long, Ga."

"Yes, not long."

The students of this school have been scattered from his class, satisfying the breath that has been congested because of the study earlier. On one side I looked at, my eyes found some students running around, I didn't know if it was also a sign of their pleasure because the break had come or for some other reason, like kebelets. Ah, forget it.

"Hi."

I didn't notice that Love was standing in front of us, me and Yoga.

I never thought that from then on I was just enjoying the scenery outside this class without thinking that Love would be part of that scene as well.

"From the cafeteria, eat."

"Fastly from the cafeteria, just bell, Cin." Yoga brings the conversation back.

"My class quickly went out a few minutes before the bell rang because the teacher suddenly had some business."

"Owh." Yoga turned her eyes to me. "Babies.." He glared at her eyes. A moment later his eyes pointed at the fleeting direction of Love which meant It was Love. Buruan, what do you want to say?

Yes I get it.

"Cin, I'm sorry, yesterday. Because there's urgent business in the excrement."

"Oh, no papa, really."

"Ehem.. Sorry nih's. But, how about we go to the cafeteria first?" Yoga next to me complained.

I forgot that my intention was to go this way to accompany Yoga. My smile echoed as an apology to her, "If that's the case, we'll go to the cafeteria first." Then I said to Love.

"Oh, yes."

As before, it must have only met briefly. Whether time is not allowed or indeed I only need that little. What would happen if I met him for a long time, what would I do? I'm not a very good person to melt the atmosphere with a joke or something. Probably right, it only took me that short time to get to know him.

***

After looking at the sheet that Bu Ratna had brought earlier that had been stuck in the classroom mading.

"Why, Ga?"

Yoga sighed, "I want to come along."

"Continue?"

"Yes, there must have been a lot of seniors with a lot of experience. Jago again."

"Proof first." I tried to throw the mind off. He looked at me in wonder, after which he seemed to grin while having a beard.

"Thank's, yeah."

I threw away my face not feeling like I did anything.

"Aren't you coming?" Yoga asked back.

"I'm pretty busy. Twice a week I have to take journalistic training. I'll think again."

"Excite, yoo."

Yoga patted my shoulder while throwing a wide smile that looked warm.

***

Home this school, my intention is not unyielding to return to the board mading. Especially if you don't see the fan box. Yoga has gone first, other students also do not turn to the board mading, may have missed home.

I opened my fan box.

TAP

It turned out that inside it had piled up pieces of paper that I did not realize would be that much. I took the papers out of the box and assembled them before tucking them into my book, and continued on my way home.

At the school gate were several students still standing there, probably waiting for an invitation. Me? I went home on foot because it wasn't too far.

***

The writing-show I used to do before bed is now coupled with a reading-show. Of course, read the writing from the fan box earlier.

____________________

Hi, I know Hendri from class XA.

When I look at your work I am immediately amazed. Previously, I was also a fan of literature and tried several times to be read by the crowd. But, after I read yours, it turns out your work is much better than what I made it. So, I decided to learn from your work.

Salutations

____________________

____________________

I know I'm Lintar

I like your work

Even though I'm not a person

who knows a lot about

poetry or language

Spirit continues

But your name is 'XOCOX'

Show yourself dong

Salutations

____________________

I chuckled after reading this second sheet. Next, I wrote some plans in the book related to the 'reply' event for the readers of my work.

Tonight I decided to read those two pieces of paper first and then put them back in the drawer of the study table. My mind now rests on what kind of 'reply' plan I will make later. My sleeping hours were half an hour more than usual because I thought about it.