Starting From Grey

New Class (inhabitants)

The new one is not necessarily better, but the new one can be better than the old one. (Kru Kepo)

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The new school year is in sight, there is a sense of blue haru echoing in every thought. I spent the class break at my mom's house, not much I did. Because the shadow of every incident for a year running is quite disturbing me.

How not, where would I find peace if the guilt was so real.

That sad and ugly face hurt me so much, I don't know what's right, but what I do know is that I shouldn't rely on selfishness.

I just hope our destiny is on the same path in the future.

The captain of basketball and ketos, now only part of the memories that exist in the past, but do not rule out the possibility of being present again in the future.

I stepped into the school gate, feeling crowded because today was the time of student orientation. Like how I used to be there was no weird MOS, there were only a few school turing and introductions to the ins and outs.

I stepped towards the hall, as the class notice board was there, before until the hall I passed the library I paused for a moment. There was a smile that I carved when I remembered those simple words.

Ah, forget it's not all over now let fate choose its own path.

"Hay, why stay here?" ask Shinta.

"No, I'm just thinking something."

"What?" tanyanya.

"You know I've been a destroyer of friendly relations, I've hurt a lot of people."

"Who said it?" ask Shinta again in her lazy tone.

"I feel that way Shin. Look at the relationship of Hasan and Abi, besides see my relationship with Mira and Madina which is also stretched." I explained slowly what was on my mind, then I saw Shinta's scornful expression.

"You're too good to put the blame on your shoulders. Don't blame yourself, everything is destined to be like that. Maybe the likes just don't come at the right time." I just kept quiet, not understanding what was implied in the words but I remained silent.

Then I took Shinta on a walk to the bulletin board to see in what class we were going to start a new story in this new school year.

"Hai Mut," said Mira normally but impressed flatly, ah indeed since we did a consultation of interest, talent and vocational relationship with him a little stretched.

"Hi Mir, have you seen the announcement?" my reply was friendly as usual, while Shinta had permission first to look at the notice board.

"Udah, I happen to be the same class as Madina." He answered reluctantly. Then there was a child who called him and he just left me without saying goodbye.

I looked towards him disappearing behind the scout studio. I sighed heavily, this really was so uncomfortable.

Then I walked towards the notice board that was already close to where I was standing. In front of the board was still quite crowded, I was only standing five steps away from the crowd, there was a sense of reluctance to greet me while in front of the crowd, until my thoughts drifted to a year ago, the incident where I first knew Mirza and I first smelled her perfume.

Either because I was too deep in my nostalgia or indeed because of a sheer carelessness.

I felt something hit me and I was pushed back not only that I also felt someone holding my hand so as not to fall. I was silent I felt de veju, I gradually raised my eyelids that I had closed.

The first thing I did was stare at my hand that someone was holding and that someone was Shinta.

Yes Shinta, my quiet friend who holds my hand so as not to fall. I immediately stood up straight and breathed a sigh of relief.

Hmmm.... What I'm really doing, it's not going to happen again so don't expect more. Remember to keep all those memories in a memory corner.

"Lo not papa?" ask Shinta. I shook my head either because I was still in shock or because I was disappointed I felt reluctant to let out my voice.

"The child has no regrets at all without apologizing" Shinta grumbled as he looked at the child carrying a yellow backpack.

"Don't you know his class?"

"Udah, we're in XI IPA2 class."

"IPA 2?" my question was reassuring, he nodded then pulled my hand towards the building on the right wing of the school section.

Yeah, if my class used to be on the left wing of the school district now my new class is on the right.

I stepped in Shinta's footsteps, believing that wherever Shinta would be heading to our new class.

------ Happy Reading---------

The best human being is the one who is useful to other human beings.

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Second floor, this is where my class is between IPA 1 and IPA 3. Shinta and I entered the classroom and it was quite crowded. Me and Shinta took a seat on the bench of the easternmost row no. 3 from the front and from the back. Because it looks like the front bench is all that's left.

I sat my ass and put my bag in the drawer.

"Hi Mut, we're classmates" said Ana, a friend of mine I know in KRI. I nodded and smiled.

Then some children came to my bench and we met each other. In front of me sat Ana and Lana behind me and Irvan and Dwi.

Even though I only had one day in this class, I already knew enough children. Because we live in the same organization or because we used to have a group when MOS.

There's also because we're one class at a religious lesson.

Yes, in my school every religious lesson is split so there are some children who will change classes.

"Lo want to go back or see MOS?" ask Shinta to me.

"I want to go home, and I don't have anything to do."

"Loh Mut, instead of you being a candidate who ngisi MOS from the KRI section huh?" asked Lana to me, she is also a member of KRI.

"I told you I can't go to Bagas' brother" I replied slowly. Yes, I was chosen but I was reluctant to do so so I asked to be replaced.

Moreover, I have my own plans after this that are concerned with that organization.

"Why? honey, it's a golden opportunity to grow."

"Father," I replied briefly.

Then we got up from the chair, I escorted Shinta to the front of the gate,

"Be careful, I'll see you Monday." Shinta shook my hand, yes I will enter Monday only, after the MOS period is over. Because during the time of MOS there were no lessons.

"Yes, see you again. Assalamualaikum," I replied with a smile.

"Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullahi Westarrokatuh." I walked out of school to the bus stop.

When I sat at the bus stop there were some children I knew, but I didn't say hello not because I was arrogant but because they were talking to other friends. So I just smiled as our eyes clashed with each other.

"Hi Mut," said a man wearing a white helmet and as I opened the glass of his helmet I recognized him as my new friend in IPA class 2 and sat on the bench behind me.

"Yes" I replied.

"Yuk, I'm anter home. I happen to be in no hurry." He made an offer, but it astonished me.

I only knew him a few minutes ago and he was kind enough to take me.

For some reason bad thoughts haunted me instantly, there was a sense of anxiety and discomfort.

"Oh no thanks," I replied flatly.

"Why?" tanyanya.

"No papa, it's a lot of nicotine."

"No, I'm the one who made the offer.''

"No, I took the bus. Thanks for the offer."

"Yes, I don't mean it. I'm Assalamualaikum first." I nodded and answered his greetings. It didn't take long for him to start the bike and run the bike.

I exhaled quite a loud breath, I was astonished by his kindness. Irvan is Irvan. I just found out her name today, but I've seen her come to class a few times to meet Feby one of my classmates in X class and now she's in Language class.

I saw him quite close to Feby and his closeness in an abnormal sense I mean not just a friend but something more when I saw the radiance from Feby's eyes. It's not that I'm pretentious, but everyone would have seen it if he saw Feby telling him about the guy.

Not long after some time, the bus I was waiting for came and I quickly entered and took a seat. I saw there was an empty bench in row no two from behind, I sat there and took my place by the window.

After walking a few meters I felt that someone was sitting next to me, but I had no intention of turning my head.

My eyes were still fixed on the clear sky.

"Sister Dilan," called me in a crisp tone. I don't know why of the many people I know during school only Kak Dilan who has the same attitude.

"Lo was so happy to see me" he said in a scornful tone. But because I'm happy so I don't pay attention.

"So, can Dilan be at school?" ask me to realize something unnatural.

"Who told you I was going to school?" ask her in an uncomfortable tone.

"Where is Dla going?" many wonder.

"I just did something around school."

"Oh, kirain there's a need in school." I replied quietly then I realized that Brother Dilan was not wearing a uniform he only used dark blue knee-length pants and a light blue colored collared t-shirt blend quite well.

"Well, did you see me like that?" he asked with suspicion.

"How did I see the kayak? I'm ordinary," I replied casually.

"Lo look at me like I want to nudge me."

"What????" I shouted while glaring, not only that but my hand reflexively pinched his arm fiercely.

"Oh, my God Mut." Brother Dilan shouted while avoiding me.

"The food is filtered, by the way" I said with a grunt.

He really sucks how he can say that sevulgar thing. He can poison my mind.

"Well, it was right time. You're the one who doesn't realize."

"Son, I just observed that you're not wearing that uniform." My answer is not to accept.

"Yes, but don't look at that guy anymore. You can be pounced on to know."

"Huh?????"

I gawked not understanding what he was saying, what a strange language I thought. How could I be pounced on? Who pounced? Keep cooking just judging it on the pounce?

I scrunched my forehead, I felt clueless.

"Why? Let's get down." Take Dilan and when I looked around it turned out we had a bus stop at a stop near the housing.

I got off the bus and got my uniform. As I looked around to look for the whereabouts of Dilan's brother, I saw Dilan's brother chatting with two people who were on a motorcycle near the stop.

I stepped closer to Dilan's brother, but only a few months later did I begin to recognize that voice, it was the voice of Abi's. Yes Abi is the person I've been avoiding since an unfortunate incident a few months ago.

At first I will take Brother Dilan housing entrance together, but my intention seems to have to be pared. I just walk past those three guys, if you ask me who the other one is I don't recognize.

"Woe Mut, wait for me to nap," cried Dilan, I just turned my head and grimaced when my eyes met with the eyes of Abi and Hasan alternately.

"Sorry Brother, I'm in a hurry" I replied and turned my back to continue my footsteps.

I didn't realize that the other person was Hasan's brother. I don't know what really happened to me.

Just a few steps I heard the sound of the motor following my steps, but I just kept walking. I don't know what's on my mind but I don't want to expect more. I stopped when I heard that voice.

"Mut, why keep going anyway? Let's go up."

I turned my head and then laughed indistinctly when I saw the person riding the motorcycle.

"Eh," I was only able to get the word out while going up to the back seat. I glanced for a moment at the three men who were now watching me.

I then looked towards the front. Until without feeling I got off the bike and walked into the house slowly but surely.

"Assalamualaikum," I said along with the man beside me.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied a veiled woman holding a 3-year-old child. She is my sister and the one standing next to me is her husband which means she is my sister-in-law.

"Dlo, how can you do that?" ask my beautiful sister.

"Yes met Mutia in front of the housing gate." My sister-in-law answered while carrying a plastic bag.

Why haven't I noticed it since? Now that the question from my mind was answered already, it turned out that my sister-in-law was new from the supermarket which was in the alley next to the housing to shop, so we met.

"Why silence, Mut?" rifa asked me while looking at me in wonder.

"Yes, from that silence usually nyerocos can not stop," continued brother Darma.

"Eh," said that instead of coming out of my lips.

"What's wrong?" ask Darma suspiciously.

"No papa, just a sprain. Cooking all the way to school can't be a lesson at all." Finally my vocal cords are working again.

"Dla, his name is also the beginning of entry is common." Replied Rifa while lowering Arka from her lap and opening the crackle that her husband had brought.

"But still sniffles. Ah Mutia wants to go in first." I stepped into my room, before my brother who never wanted to lose argued again let out his voice.

I went into the room, took off my shoes and put them on the shoe rack in the corner, then I put my bag under the study table. I stepped into the bathroom to wash my feet and my face, after which I changed my uniform with house clothes, a long skirt to my ankles and a long shirt that was not tight. And wearing a headscarf directly so, before going out to take a drink I threw my body first into the single bad in my room.

I closed my eyes, the look in my eyes didn't like it haunting my mind. I immediately reopened my eyes, I woke up from the fall.

Actually in the corner of my heart I miss our conversation together, I miss the flat greeting from him and I also miss the friendly greeting from him.

But somehow my heart and my mind hurt more than ever before, do I like him? I don't know where the urge came from but I really want to hear his voice, even though I heard it but it still hasn't made me erode the desire to grunt it again.

Ah, what's wrong with me, no I can't be too hopeful. I can't think about it, it's the best there's nothing better than this.

I'll shut down all access, but I don't deny I expected it.

Ah, I'm starting to get crazy. Bismillah, I can forget about it I'm sure I can accept all of this. God, do not make me expect it.

Ah, I better chill my brain first, I stepped into the kitchen to complete my wish–––cool the brain.

"Why the hell Dek? How moody," asked Rifa, who was also in the kitchen. I was still silent, I took the water in the refrigerator and poured it into a glass and then asked for warm water to sister Rifa.

After mixing the warm and cold water, I sat down on the dining table chair and from there I could observe my sister who was cooking.

"Why?" ask my brother again.

"Again to my brother" I finally answered.

"Why?" ask again, is there no other question other than 'why' from the question was just ask, dumelku in the heart.

"I'll have temen, well my friend likes the same guy. And that guy likes me. My friend suddenly avoided me and stayed away from me. I'll be alone."

"Still small do not like the same guys." Rifa said firmly.

"Mutia didn't say she likes guys, sister."

"Yes, I know. Sister just ngingetin only halal relationship is much more beautiful. Hand over the same soul mate problems that have Power."

"Yes big sister, Mutia also refused to take a sis."

"Well that's my sister. And for your friends it's better, brother explained, that sister has no relationship whatsoever. If you still do not accept it, it is silent that it is important that your sister does not hurt her and your sister does nothing wrong to her. In the sense that the younger brother keeps the relationship well. Don't worry, keep it as usual. The problem he avoids the sister is not a big deal that is important is the sister is being nice. Understand," said Rifa Long, but it was as if a magnet opened the door until light burst through the dark side of me.

"Mutia knows," I said with a smile. There's a little relief in this chest, ah maybe this is what I need. openness with someone who has a neutral standing. He does not take sides with me or with my opponent.... Opponent, what kind.

"There rest" Rifa ordered, without waiting for any more orders, I stepped into my room.

I remember a little bit of me I had planned for a long time, I had to type something. I picked up the laptop in my father's study before entering the room because my computer was still serviced and before I was stroked with the soft sweep of the dream I had to finish my goal.

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Maybe when reading it feels mlencong-mlencong...

That's because the story jumps yes, there's a backward plot, other than that told only important things, hehehe....

Important according to mawarmay..😂

Happy reading....