See You Tonight

Chapter 58: The Risal

There are only about 20 minutes left until the Indonesian language lesson ends. There's no sign yet that Ms. Nesti will be back soon. Is it my hope that Ms. Hesti won't return to class until the end of class? I don't know.

Right now I still have not written anything on the paper of the book in front of me. Every time I write a word, I don't know what the next word is.

Every time I imagined something, it suddenly disappeared even before the shadow was clearly visible. I keep trying to find ideas, but always end up in mere daydreams.

Now I seem to have given up looking for ideas. I put back my pen that I was holding, but I never used it. While looking at the clock hand that kept moving for seconds, I was like I was counting down the remaining time. But somehow every time I look at the clock like this, time seems to slow down. In fact, very slowly. I also began to be anxious, if later Mrs Nesti finally came.

I looked around the class. It seems like all my friends in this class have already completed the task of making this poem. They were also seen starting to talk with friends around their seats.

When there was less than 10 minutes left until the lesson ended, the thing I was worried about happened. Ms. Hesti suddenly returned to the club. The children who had been seen chatting, now re-justified their sitting direction and immediately ended their conversation.

"How's poetry? Done already?" ask Ms. Hesti after she gets to her seat.

"It's buuu," said the children compact.

"Then, does anyone want to read his poetry in front of the class? Maybe 1 or 2 kids?" ask Mrs Hesti again.

When Ms. Hesti had just finished saying her question, Agung immediately raised his right hand. From the beginning I did think that if there was a child who would read his poem it would be great. A very indie child. Maybe not only I think that way, but others too.

My thoughts are now more on the 2nd child who will read his poem. I still don't know who will go forward or be chosen by Mrs Hesti to come forward.

Agung was now seen immediately rushed forward. Not to forget the book containing the poetry of his work was held in his right hand. After Agung arrived at the front of the class, he immediately read his poem aloud.

...Twilight...

When the sun is tired,

When the humans began to rest,

As the birds fly, they slow down,

When the lights start, they start,

That's where you start to show yourself,

O Dusk...

A thousand words may not be enough to describe your beauty,

O Dusk...

The most convenient time to enjoy a cup of coffee,

The hardest time to endure the feeling of loneliness, the,

O Dusk...

If you appear to be a human being, then,

Maybe I'll fall in love with you at first sight,

O Dusk...

Will you smile at me one last time?

Don't do much, though,

Just once.

After Agung finished reading his poem, the whole class immediately gave a pretty standing ovation to him. Agung also seemed pleased with the applause. After that, he immediately returned to his seat.

"Great God turned out to be very poetic" said Mrs Hesti with a smile.

"Yes ma'am, Agung is an indie child once," replied one of the students.

"Is it really great?" ask Mrs Hesti to Agung.

Agung did not immediately answer the question of Mrs Hesti earlier. He only blushed in embarrassment and was immediately greeted with laughter throughout the class.

"There's still a little time before lesson time runs out. Does anyone want to read the poem out front?" ask Mrs Hesti again.

The whole class was now immediately silent and there was no sign of anyone wanting to go forward reading his poem in front like Agung earlier.

"Come who wants to move forward? Is it or isn't it?" ask Mrs Hesti again.

Children still speak a thousand languages.

"If no mother will show one of the tablets" said Mrs Hesti again.

When we were silent like this, suddenly one of the children raised his right hand. And it turned out that the one who raised his hand was Risal.

"Yes, who raised his hand in that corner please come forward. By the way, what's his name? I haven't really memorized the names of the students in this class yet" asked Ms. Nesti.

"Risal buu," replied one of the students.

Risal slowly advanced to the front of the class. He was also seen carrying his book containing his poem. I really didn't expect Risal to present himself to go forward. If I were Junior High, I would never do something like this. I wonder again if it is true that his personality is similar to mine when I was Junior High? I don't know. However, I think it's a little different.

Risal was already standing in front of the class. His gaze was somewhat blank looking towards the writing in the book he was carrying. The atmosphere of the class was still quiet while waiting for Risal to read his poem.

Maybe the other kids are just as surprised as I am. The quiet and always aloof Risal will come forward to propose himself. He was rarely seen chatting with the kids in this class.

I was really curious about the reason behind his advance forward. I don't think Risal is the type of person who likes to be the center of attention of people or something. I was also curious about the poem he was going to read. What does his poem say about? I don't know.

Risal's face look was not tense at all. The look on his face right now was the same as the look on a normal day that never showed any expression. Always flat. Seeing the look on his face like that, again made me think back to my past self.

Risal has now started to open a sheet in his book containing the writing of a poem he just made. After getting it, he hugged his book into one side. He then somewhat closer the sheet containing the writing of his poem to the highlight of his eyes.

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