Scratches of Ink on my finger

Glasses

"Cin, Love!" Yoga ran over to Love, waving her hand at the student.

"Yoga. Why?"

"Cin, you. want to join the math race?"

"Mm. actually wants to. But, I'm not going to pass the selection, huh."

"I also thought it was time to say I wanted to come to Bayu."

There is something else when the name is called. Love realizes her always shackled self remembering the owner of that name. Her tears changed, smiling, trying to calm down in silence to look at Yoga.

Yoga noticed the change in the face of the student. In his heart he held back the waves, eager to tell the owner of the name he mentioned earlier.

"Say, 'evidence first'." Continue Yoga.

Love is smiling again. This time he turned his face away.

"OK, man. You're coming too, right?"

"Yes. So, the plan is I want to take you this afternoon, out of school studying before going home. I will be taking you home later. Wanna?"

"Mm, I can."

"OKs. It's late."

Love agreed.

Yoga returned to the classroom, the doorbell ringing once after their conversation was over.

***

"Ga, I go first, yeah."

"Ok, be careful, Bay."

I'm going back to school again, looking at the box of fans all looking for ideas for my next work. The students were still on their way to leave the school grounds. I saw in front of the mading some students were paying attention to the works there, just for a moment, and then they left.

BRUK!

Suddenly a student accidentally bumped into me who was not paying attention to the road well because my attention rested on a glasses student who was still standing in front of the mading.

"Eh, sorry."

"Ah, no, papa."

I approached her and she looked at me with a faint smile, and I returned her smile.

"Hi." Sweepings.

"Hi."

"You're interested too, huh, same mading?"

I didn't intend to tell him that I was one of the masterpieces in the mading. "Yes." Yeah."

He then threw a cynical smile, I noticed the face, "Actually, the people who make this kind of work are nothing but just showing off."

I looked at him curiously, "Where are you sure that is?"

"You try to see this one. He drew something that others found very complicated to do, while he himself showed that unlike most people, he could do what others could not. Didn't he show off?"

"You mean..everyone who shows his ability is showing off?"

"You think?"

It's not like a heated debate scene. I hope he's just trying to provoke an opinion that will look exciting with a serious atmosphere.

"Every one has all the potential in him. Some are easy to frankly say from their mouths that they are capable. But, some of the others did not have the courage to reveal it from their mouths but by doing it secretly." My answer.

The student smiled again. Is that the expression he used to display in every circumstance?

"Where are you then?" She's staring.

"Should I answer?"

His lips were playing again, grinning. "Not really. I'm not interested in knowing either."

I replied with a light smile.

"I'm first." The bespectacled man walked away waving with his back to me. Her figure vanished behind the walls of the school building.

Back, I continued my previous intention that had been shifted by this momentary incident.

What made him think that way? I can't guess a person's personality other than just being able to catch a glimpse of his behavior talking about who he is.

After picking up a few pieces of paper that turned out to be in the fan box, I walked away from the place to go home. My memory is still shackled by his words. What was it that I and the others were doing in this eskul mading could be said to be showing off as he meant? This misunderstanding was enough to keep my mind busy thinking about it even though I did not believe it myself.

Unknowingly, my mind changed the look on my face which immediately became cold. Is this called 'dejected'?

"Wood!"

My eyes turned towards the source of the sound, I found Yoga together... Love sat in one of the long chairs there.

A smile I pinned on them, then passed on my way home with a face that looked cold again.

"Why him?" Yoga glances at Love.

Love shook her head not knowing while staring at my departure away towards the school exit. His heart asked what was wrong with him?

"If so we continue another time, Cin."

The atmosphere this time no longer supported them to continue the plan. Love nodded in agreement with Yoga's invitation and then packed his book into a bag. His face was no longer as bright as it was at the beginning.

They then walked out of the school grounds and out there was already parked a Yoga car.

"Yuk, Cin, up." Yoga opens the door to love. After Love had closed the door again, he entered from the door opposite it.

"Sir, to the xxxx street first, yes."

"Good, son."

Up to half the journey, Love kept silent with a blank look attached to her face, looking up at the mind that might be busy thinking about something.

"Cin, aren't you papa?" Yoga has actually felt bad.

"No papa, Ga."

"If there's anything, tell me. I can keep my word."

A smile fell on the lips of the student.

"I'm not papa, Ga."

"Yes, I don't mean it either, anyway. If you don't mind me hearing. I can help you."

"Good, Ga."

"Not to thank you, Cin. Just be usual."

My face belongs to the woman again looks bright from the pull of her smile. Yoga works, makes a Love feel better.

***

Tonight seems like it will be long. My mind has not stopped thinking about that bespectacled student. I who indirectly called him as a 'shaunt', do not accept with such a presumption.

Piiip

The sound from my phone rang. The wall clock has been pointed at eleven in less than five minutes.

I got out of bed to pick up my phone on the study table.

TAP

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Yoga

Bay, sorry..night2 gini chat you.

I just thought you had a problem again, right?

You are not usually kayak until 2 Love feels bad when you go

______________________________

Of love? What's wrong with her?

*In the room Love*

Cinta sipped water on the study table and then continued her work on math problems based on moderate and complex problems, given the plan that will follow the selection for prospective participants of the math competition four months more.

"Kok I thought Bayu, yeah."