Scratches of Ink on my finger

Wearied

In the canteen before

"Cin, you like it, huh, same Bayu?"

Love glanced at Yoga before her, not answering the question that had just been thrown at her. He then siphoned his drink to divert the conversation.

Yoga chuckles at the Love that looks to be looking for the right answer to this situation. He did not mean to play Love with that question, just wanted to make sure news about his two best friends who were hiding feelings.

"The wood is hard to guess. Not necessarily what others think of him as much as what he thinks."

Love notices Yoga that explains.

"But, he's not one to mess around with his choices, Cin."

The more explained, the more curious Love continues, with all the admiration of the figure they are talking about now.

"You like him, don't you?"

Love put her face deep.

***

Already at home, students who have been holding back tired and sleepy since earlier breathe a sigh of relief while looking at the scenery outside the classroom that effectively takes off their burdens.

"Bay, where's the rush?"

"I'm going to the excursion room first, Ga. Important."

"I'm waiting for you, huh?"

"Make what?"

"Udah, I'll tell you later."

"But, it may be a while, Ga."

"Udah, just go first."

"First, yeah."

"YES."

I ran small towards the exculpatory room, passing the steps of the other students who were walking home. Some students say hello when passing them, some even inhibit to just talk pleasantries.

"Sir Chief."

"Oh, Bayu. Yuk, come in first."

"Yes, Brother. Excuse me." I opened my shoes and went into the room. There were already a few other senior brothers and my old friends. There is still nothing to come, so the show has not started yet. While waiting, I noticed a row of books on the bookshelf there, hoping for something interesting.

A biography of an Indonesian poet, Sapardi Djoko Damono, who has managed to make me fall in love with literature, especially the world of poetry, is in the row of books. I took the book into my hands. Actually, I also have this book at home, I have also completely read it out, but even though it never bored me to repeat it. It always arouses my feelings when I re-describe every line of sentences there. His romantic words made me want to constantly write down the word 'Love'.

DEG

Of love? Hold still. Love's. That chick. What does Yoga really say? I still reject the truth of Yoga. He could have just made a bait so I looked wrong.

"Wood."

I suddenly saw Chief beside me.

"Let's sit down, we'll start."

"Ah, yes, Brother." I put the book back where it was before.

Fifty minutes have been my show in this room, the clock has shown five o'clock less.

"Till here our talk this time. Sorry for taking your time. Next, we will determine who will be the successor to the position in this exkul. Hopefully what we-we, senior brother, have done can provide benefits. So." End of the word from the Chairman.

The atmosphere was like a farewell. Some of those present could not hold back those who had been part of their tenure all along. Sobs began to spread from three people, to five, increasing and increasing. Finally, the handshake event became the end of this meeting, the steps that have been homesick look lightly about to leave the school grounds.

"Babies!"

The event in the mading room was over, I just remembered that Yoga was waiting for me. I approached him not far from where I am now, in a long seat there.

"Sorry, Ga, long wait."

"Yaudah, not papa."

"Only?"

"So, I'm the same Love learn together for math selection later. Because he wants to go home fast he said, so he's first."

I can hear it.

"Yeah, I'll drive you home."

"Ok, deh, thank you, Ga."

"Yok, I'm." Yoga Refused, refusing my thanks while encouraging me to walk immediately.

I again got in the dream car, whether this has been to how many times this wise seat I sit, still it feels like the first time I ride. I have a desire to have a car like this one day. I think I need to save even on a small scale.

On the way, Yoga seems to be excited, the sentences are almost never broken after discussing one topic and connecting to other topics. I who do not talk much, is still a figure of loyal listeners who only reply with just a short speech or a short nod. The conversation was lively, ranging from school affairs to his activities at home.

"Good, Ga."

"I'm back, yeah." Yoga waving. I waved back at him until the car moved away from where I was standing now.

At the door of the house there, Mama just came out carrying a garbage bag in her hand. Looks like papa hasn't come home yet. I was still standing in front of the gate watching the mother who was walking over.

"Cock just got home, honey?" Mama put her trash bag in the usual place, let the janitor pick it up tomorrow.

"There were extra activities at school, Ma."

"Yes, come in first."

I walked ahead of the mama who was still standing looking around in front of the gate.

"Wood!"

"Yes, Ma," I just wanted to open my shoes.

"Papa's not home yet, help mama put the gallon, yeah."

Without my mother's help, I took the gallon straight to the dining room, and put it directly into the dispenser there.

Love likes you. Those three words annoyed me again after I had tried to forget it. Oh, come on, that's not true, is it? I hope it's just a Yoga joke to me so he sees me misbehaving because of it.

I sipped a glass of water, my head was still busy recalling those words. Not because I refused, but that's not what I wanted. I went to my room to clean myself first.

"Well, it's been taken." Mama on the outside porch doesn't find a gallon there anymore.

***

You Love

Pelihara said you don't just

Could have been a breeze whirling it into a bang

Stirred or left dry unheeded

You Love

Keep your race careful

The key is tightly within you

Time never stops ticking

Until the time comes there will be a key expert who will open it without you knowing

***

Three weeks after the inauguration of the new manager exkul mading, and whether the wind blows from which direction, unanimously chose me as the new chairman in this management, there are seniors who are more experienced than me. Their reasons, their,

"Our XOCOX is not a child, it's an undercover senior or a poet who goes back to school."

Yes, everyone in this administration knows that the name XOCOX I pinned on my works in the mading is me. But, that's too hyperbole and irrational reason to be a reason. I still need to learn a lot from seniors, but the vote was already unanimous in the election at that time.

My work increased again, in addition to mandatory school activities, now I also have to organize and make plans in this management. Almost every night I had to learn more to equal my discovered status with the seniors. Sometimes it gets much more late.

"Wood. Uh, Chairman. You sick?" Genta patted my shoulder.

"No."

"How no? I've seen you for a few days as unusual."

"What's the usual way?"

"You've got a marsupial, you're sleep-deprived, aren't you?"

I shook my head slowly then resumed my duties at the table, sorting the collected works for later review by the seniors in the examination field.

"Me, let's go, Chief."

Genta went outside, I lyricized him in his shoes and ran somewhere.

"Chairman, this is a previous work that's been examined." The senior brother of the examination field gave a stack of paper works.

"Ok, thank you, brother. Let's just stay here."

The senior nodded. "Bay, uh, Chairman. Chief sleep deprived, huh?"

I glanced at him, my hand stopped writing on the ledger. He was the second person to ask me that. I then yawned while bowing my face deeply.

"The two can take time to rest, really."

"Why?" The senior brother who previously served as chairman came to see us curious.

"This, Brother. The chief is sleep-deprived."

Brother Rian, the former chairman of this stewardship, is known as a warm person to his colleagues. Although no longer serving as chairman, the nature of his leadership is still felt. He then grabbed my shoulder, I still buried my face.

"Chairmen can rest first, don't be too pushy."

I raised my face, I found him watching me right now. My eyes are watery from sleepiness.

"Rest first."

"Yes, brother. In a minute."

"That responsibility will finish well in good condition." Those words made me shake. The figure I admire very much. I felt moved to rewrite that unfinished work. It felt like I had just had an epiphany that kept me awake from a long sleep.

I nodded in response, "I'm better, Brother."

"Yes, if you want to continue. After this rest."

"Yes, brother, thank you."

It didn't take long, since there wasn't much else, the task was finally completed. The entrance bell is still a long time, I intend to go to class early, want to rest while waiting for the teacher to come.

I wear shoes at that door. "baby! Uh, well, forgot again. Chief, this is eat first." Genta offers a box of food.

"What's this?"

"Nasi kare, chief eat first."

I was silent in front of him.

"Have it, take it. Here, eat, yeah. I'm going in first." Genta went inside leaving me with a box of rice curry that was already hanging on my right hand. I smiled at him who had gone inside.

"Thank you, Gen."

"Well, eat there."

My head shook his head to see that he had taken the paper he had been working on. I continued on to class. All this has made me forget a lot of things. My eyes are tired again. I'll speed up the steps to get there soon.

"Babies!" Someone called.

"Wood!" The second time someone called my name. I didn't realize that.

My eyes are getting tired, my head is heavy. I don't want to eat just now, I want to sleep for a while until the teacher comes. After I got to my desk, I put the rice in the drawer, then immediately put my head on the table. Luckily I was sitting on the edge, so I could face the wall. Honestly, this is really tired.