Soldiers — For Remi

Welcoming

The ringing of the cell phone woke him from the dream realm. Oddy groaned, his hand reaching for his phone to receive the call. He put his phone in his ear. "Hello?"

　"Good morning" said a man's voice firmly. "We from Waru's side have requested permission from the school. We'll pick you up for training at 9."

　Oddy jumped in shock, then sat on his bed. "Ah, yes, sir. Thank you," the sleepiness soon disappeared. "What should I bring later, huh?"

　"Every need for training was already borne by King Waru. We only ask you to attend and not run away when we come to pick you up. Lately, many participants were declared dead because they were not present, even fled when we picked up."

　Oddy listened carefully to his explanation. "OK, sir," the answer was answered with a buzz, then the call was turned off by Waru's side. He turned on his phone again to look at the clock. 05:28am. The phone rings again, but this time it's a call from Mudita. Sighing, Oddy picked up his phone. "Hm."

　"Tumben is awake. Masih—"

　"Udah. Built Waru soldiers earlier."

　Silence passed for a moment. "...seriously?" peekit Mudita's.

　"Don't believe me?" Oddy leaning against the wall. "Said I'll be picked up by 9. To be tried."

　"I can't come, dong?"

　"Ge," Oddy stood up. "Udahlah. I'll take a shower."

　"Yes already... Uh."

　"Well. Love you." - Love you."

　"I love you, too,"

　Oddy ends the call, throws his phone into the bed. He walked out of the room with a wide swab.

...♤...

　"Eh, Dy," called a sweet black-hawed man. Oddy buzzed, taking back the absent book from one of his friends. "Lu Waru's prospective soldier, huh?"

　"Yoye" he smiled at her. "Or where are you, Mike?"

　Mike shrugged both of his shoulders. "It's clear, anyway."

　"Fighter, huh?" icha timpal. "Gua kemaaren enter Heart, original really santuy. His job is just that."

　"Yes, if you enter Heart, it depends on you, anyway. If you are active, you can addin your duties. Your boss is just-"

　"Where are you going in, Mike?" ask Oddy.

　"The cave?" he smiled, closed his eyes. "Mm, cave entrance Wajik."

　"Huh? Didn't you say you entered Heart?" Icha asked.

　"The two were kidding me then," Mike chuckled.

　"Kok, can you know the activities of the Heart?"

　"Kan, many cave men enter the Heart. Not you doang."

　"Times?"

　Oddy ignores their conversation, counting the number of absent students. A flash of dark blue jeans flashed before him and from the soft sound, his hands spontaneously caught the feet of a disciple. "Ahh, I'm going to class!" mudita exclaimed, patting her delicate hand. Before Oddy could answer, the bell rang. He let go of her grip, letting Mudita enter the classroom and then head to the field for the morning ritual.

...♤...

　The atmosphere of the class was silent, except for the thunderous voice of Mr. Ahmad who was lecturing. "Udah. You guys want to ask questions or material?" he stared at the room, his eyes sharp.

　"It's just, sir!" the whole class answered.

　"Well, what do you want?"

　"The function of the government is to manage the state system, it has been like that since the Baheula era. If the leaders of the state regulate the classification, it means they are also responsible for the training and the consequences that may occur when the candidate of a group is trained," Mr. Ahmad breathed, the glasses he had been wearing were propped up on his forehead. "means what? Dana again, dong? Therefore, even if the government determines groups, they will not necessarily speak up. Wh why? Responsibility again. Money again."

　Classes dissolve in silence. They looked at each other, hoping someone would ask. Ahmad's gaze was sharp. "Come on? Anyone want to ask again? Or are we material?"

　Right after Ahmad asked, the door was knocked and opened. "Assalamualaikum," a woman entered the room. "Sorry to interrupt, Ahmad. I want Oddy's minjem for a second," he turned to Oddy. Mr. Ahmad simply nodded, allowing Oddy to leave his lesson.

　Oddy stood up and walked towards Ahmad, shaking his hand. Then he followed the woman who had left the room first. "Thank you, Mr. Ahmad," he walked, Oddy following from behind.

　"Why, Ges?" asked Oddy, walking next to the woman.

　"Lu don't want to? It's 9."

　Oddy takes his eyes off, seeing an Agya car parked in the school field. "Oh," they went down the stairs. Not far from the stairs, standing in front of the teacher's room, was a man, wearing a white shirt with dark blue pants and various badges and Waru pride pins embedded in his left pocket. The man nodded, thanking the woman.

　"Om Rival?" ask Oddy. The man chuckled, patting the shoulders of the nephew who was looking at him in wonder. "Om, why don't you tell me who picked up Oddy?"

　"Ngga suprise dong later," he turned to the woman next to his nephew. "Thank you, Miss Gessica."

　"I'm still young, sir. Call me brother Bodel," the woman smiled sweetly.

　"Yes, yes" he put his arms on Oddy's shoulders. "I brought Oddy, yeah. Assalamualaikum," and in doing so, he pulls Oddy with him. They walked out of the school area and towards the white Agya car parked in the field. He goes in first, "Come on, come in."

　Oddy entered the car, then closed the door. Through the windshield of the car, he saw the sharp gaze of the driver, although his gaze was then reduced and turned into a smile. "Where's school, Oddy?" ask Rival, break the silence.

　Oddy turned, "Neverything, um. But, a little more it should be PW, anyway."

　"What is PW?"

　"Project work. Oddy's gonna make a short film, just split the balloons with the group."

　"Oh, huh?" om Rival gave his answer. "It's a workout, it's not bothering, is it?"

　"Yes, no, um."

　"When you're told to choose, prefer training or school?"

　Oddy paused for a moment, thinking. "You can do it, Oddy wants to finish school first. Ntar if already got a diploma, just full focus training"

　A smile adorns the face of Rival. "No one expected your answer" he said. "Sometimes you think you're not a typical Waru soldier. So wonder yourself o'm."

　"What's the matter, om?" now, Oddy's astonished.

　"Where, yes," om Rival cleared his throat. "Askar Waru is more physical. When asked rich earlier, they usually want to exercise. Not wrong, just different."

　Oddy just nodded slowly. "What's the training, om?"

　"I'm sure your papah told you a story. Yeah, it's rich. Only, because recently there was a case of death of Waru soldiers, we became more vigilant. Right now, the Waru faction is still branded too hard."

　"The one who died of soy sauce, right?"

　"Yes," om Rival sighed. "But, it's not just Waru who's in trouble. Now each group has its own problems; it has its own shame. Today, the classifications are getting messy."

　"Kok, can?"

　Om Rival shrugged both of his shoulders. "The government also raises its hands. The question is only one: Who determines the classification?"

　"Not Jack, King or Queen of any class?"

　"No, if so, it must be wrong every group. But, no. We'll blom it out."

　For a moment, silence passed. However, om Rival often starts a conversation so that the atmosphere in the car is not too tense, especially he is bringing prospective soldiers. Oddy was happy to answer even asked several times to om Rival. Either way, the same question lingered in his mind during the trip.

　Who is to blame?