Starting From Grey

Chairman of OSIS and Current Basketball Captain

There is no hope as long as there is no dream.

There is no dream without a determination to reach and have hope.

The two things that are concerned about each other, no one can separate.

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It was a bright morning, as bright as the sun was shining. The sky looks blue with white clouds as white as snow that is beautifully shaped. Which other favors of God do you want to deny?

After saying goodbye to my father, I said my greetings and opened the door of this old but well-maintained car.

My father's car is a favorite car, when I asked why my father was very happy with this old car he replied that this car is "joko loro" or the term is an object that is purchased when it is still difficult.

It is said that this car is the first car that father bought with his own business, he paid off to the boss. And at that time my father was not a lecturer like today but an employee at a private estate. And from the pay cut I can buy this car. So I love him so much, despite having another car but this car will still be used at least once a week.

I stepped into the gate, there in front of the post there were several SMEs (read : school security guards) standing in line observing every student who entered, they were in charge of researching the complete meaning of students.

Ah just remember, today is a decent Monday that is watching more than usual.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Rahmad." I greeted Rahmad who was also standing by the gate.

"Waalaikumsalam, e cah ayu, wes healthy?" ask him with a thick Javanese tone and do not get the wrong lip that turns friendly appear listed.

"Alhamdulillah, sir."

"Complete meaning?" asked rahmad again, I nodded with a smile.

"Yo wes, mecca ae. Lek lemes permission not to take part in the ceremony, later fainted again." The advice of Mr. Rahmad like a father who loved his son so much made my chest warm. I nodded and said goodbye to class, and he answered kindly.

According to the story I heard, Mr. Rahmad was a single parent with a daughter who attended SMAN not far from my school. I never said that my school was a private school. However, although private but the quality of the defeat of public schools. Returning to the story of Mr. Rahmad, he took care of his daughter since the age of 2 years, the wife died of heart disease. So he was a very good father figure, wise there and understanding even many children in this school so idolize him.

Quitting the story of the kind and friendly figure, I now stepped into my class. A few times I met people I knew, we just greeted each other with greetings and smiles. Right near the language class building I stopped to see the crowd that was near the stairs that I was going to walk down to reach my classroom, there was the gym equipment room.

I wonder not usually at the clock there will be a ceremony room it looks crowded, I was quite curious but I did not want to cultivate this curiosity so I learned to ignore.

"Lo's healthy?" tanya Mira who turned out to be sweeping on the terrace of her class.

"Alhamdulillah," I replied with a smile and extended my hand, we shook hands with each other.

After a long time we just kept quiet, I looked blankly in front of Mira, I don't know knowing.

"I'll go to class first. Assalamualaikum." I said goodbye, after hearing the reply of my greeting I hurried over. I feel this is more than enough, maybe God predestines the relationship between us only as a greeting friend.

I traced the corridor of my class, I feel my mood is quite good today. As I was about to board, I heard Irvan's voice calling out.

"Muti."

"Assalamualaikum, Van."

"Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullahi Westarrokatuh." Irvan replied while grinning to make me smile thinly, I know she must be embarrassed by my implied reprimand. But I will still do that to grow self-awareness to say hello to each other.

"How are you doing?" irvan asked as we walked towards the classroom.

"Thank God, you can see, right?"

"Yes, I feel you're more alive even with your pale face." He said with his eyes fixed straight ahead, he was the Irvan I knew. He never wanted to speak with focus on me, not because he remembered God's warning to keep his eyes on me but rather to him who felt guilty. That was the answer when some time ago I asked him why he did not dare to look at me.

"Is my face so visible?" let me relax while focusing on the road.

"Yes, if it's transparent it must be scary." He replied with another speaking tone, maybe this is the humorous figure he has, I smiled hearing that.

"I'm sure you know what I mean" I said in a stern tone, he just chuckled cheerfully.

"Gue is smart enough to know," he replied in a crisp voice. I was thinking maybe he was in a mood whose level was above good.

"Assalamualaikum" we said as we entered the class.

Then we mingled with the others, shook hands and asked the situation. After hearing the bell they went down to follow the ceremony.

Oh ceremony, there's something stuck with the ceremonial bell.

Butwhat?

Why didn't I find him?

"This is your license," Shinta said as she placed a piece of paper in front of me.

"Thank you" I replied sincerely. He smiled then stepped out of the classroom joining the others to attend the ceremony.

She is Shinta, a silent friend who is so sensitive. Sometimes I feel like he has an excess of senses, because he knows what I need and he's like an invisible shield. He was silent, but he acted without saying much. He looks silent but I don't think he's really quiet. And I'm lucky to have it.

Look, I was warned by Mr. Rahmad to ask for permission, but I forgot. Without speaking anything Shinta has been asking for it for me, isn't she not just silent all this time.

He was also observing, right?

In my school has a fairly strict order, so when it is 10 minutes of ceremony walking later there will be school security members who will go around making sure that all students and students follow the ceremony. Therefore, for students or students who do not follow must stay in class by holding a piece of permission that he has obtained from the teacher and picket security.

I opened my history book quietly, I started to see the things that were in it. I didn't want to waste my time just sitting around and waiting for the ceremony to be over so I started working on a matter that contained ancient beings sometimes I went back to about the Islamic kingdom.

Tok.... The sound of knocking on the door made me look towards the source of the sound.

"Only alone?" ask Naning the IPS if not wrong.

"Yes," I replied, then he took a license and wrote something in the long book like the absence that Fia brought.

"You still look pale" he commented as he stepped out. Unknowingly, I held both of my cheeks.

"What's so visible?'' I asked slowly to myself.

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Without us knowing, there is someone who is far from us who always hopes to know the development of us even though only limited in imagination.

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Time, who can stop it? No, not just stop replacing it.

Time is so cruel, he never wants to stop or wait for us. So the thing we do is try to adjust the time not just misuse it.

"It's for you" said Iqbal, one of my classmates handing me a box of rice and a glass of water.

"Thank you," I accepted, I didn't notice their presence. Ah, I seem to focus too much on my book to forget the circumstances.

"Bal," called me when he saw his body was about to turn around. He looked at me with his unnatural face. Why do I say unnatural, because I have never seen his serious face so far, he is a cheerful and joking figure.

Iqbal returned to his seat when I no longer asked. I put the rice box in my drawer, until I remembered something. Ah, my memory goes back to that time where I got sent a box of provisions containing two stalks of bread. Without feeling I grimaced feeling discomfort in my chest and eyes. Large quotes a novel more or less like this content, will many people fail to move on, because all this time we are in school always taught to memorize and remember not to forget. So it is only natural that I often remember events in the past.

"Lo why?'' dwi asked, maybe she saw my grimacing expression. I shook my head.

"Not just feeling uncomfortable." Dwi nodded then sat back down with the others.

Soon I looked back at the book in front of me. Until I realized the movement in Shinta's chair, without feeling I turned my head and was immediately treated with Irvan's grin.

"Why?" ask me slowly, then he sat down and put the cloth on the table.

"Gue humpang sat down, the picture was yes, '' he replied while arranging carbon and cloth.

"Why is your seat? Feeling lonely?" ask me while looking back.

"There's a hole in the table" he replied indifferently and it seemed he was still cool with the cloth. He's the new Irvan I know that drawing is his world. I also ended up silent not wanting to disturb his concentration.

"Shinta where?'' I asked him still by drawing.

"So she said she was going to Erly's class." I refocused on my book and just answered her question with a mutter.

"Do you know that Ryan is the chairman of OSIS?" ask Irvan.

"Yes" I replied briefly.

"Do you think Ryan and Vima fit in?" irvan asked again, this time he left his picture and looked enthusiastically at me. I just frowned not understanding Irvan's intentions.

"The vima?" I wasn't sure as I looked at Ryan sitting down and Irvan taking turns.

"Yes, Devima gave you a class on X-5." Once again I looked at Ryan, but I could not avoid it because when I turned to him right as he looked at me. Without feeling our eyes met for a few seconds, and I saw her pure smile make me feel something uncomfortable.

"Eh, look at the view." I immediately turned to Irvan while grimacing.

"I don't know, the meaning of the match itself. Because fit is relative, everyone has their own opinion." Irvan turned her head towards Ryan, then she smiled wryly.

"I actually like it when Ryan's the same as Vima rather than Lo," said Irvan looking at Ryan's movements.

"Huh?" I'll go back to reading and turn to Irvan.

"Why are you so surprised, Mut?" ryan asked, sitting in Ana's chair and facing back, so we faced each other.

"Huh," that's all that comes out of my mouth, I'm somehow dazed like this.

I heard Irvan chuckle, and it seemed like my hands were working first before being ordered. And the book I read landed several times on Irvan's shoulder. Until Irvan's laughter explodes makes us the center of attention.

"Ciye.... Squeeze a tomato kayak what is boiled crab?" seductive Irvan made me misbehave.

"You guys fit in," Ryan commented quietly. I just looked at Ryan with a frown.

"fit it?" tanyaku and Irvan together. Ryan just nodded then shrugged and walked away. Irvan and I just looked at each other not understanding.

"Eh, ketos sir is looking for Vima in front," cried Dwi from the front door. The habits of children are either girls or guys often blend and sit at the door in a slack manner. While joking or gossiping together, not infrequently they also tease anyone who passes in front of the classroom terrace.

"Mut, do you think I should accept the position of captain of basketball?" irvan asked after we had been quiet for a while. I smiled at him, then read back.

"Where's Mut?" he asked again as if he wanted an opinion from me, while I could not consent at all when the word 'basketball captain' was spoken from his lips.

"I don't know, Van," I replied softly.

"If I were chosen as captain of basketball, you wouldn't be far away from me, would you? I'm used to the same thing so if you stay away it seems like something is bad and empty."

"You're missing Van, it's a normal time. We'll still be friends. Relax, all that doesn't affect me. What does this have to do try." I put my novel in my bag and tidied up the book on the table. Because the entrance bell rings.

Irvan said goodbye to return to her seat when she saw Shinta walking towards the bench.

"Isn't that okay?" shinta asked as she took out her book of dictates and stationery.

"Thank God, it's better." I smiled at him and he smiled too.

"Don't get sick, you gotta be healthy."

"meaning?" I was surprised, he just shook his head then he gave a code that the teacher had entered the class.

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This afternoon the main page of the school seemed so crowded, evidenced by the large number of students who were talking and discussing.

I walked past the horde just like that, I walked while looking down once I looked up at the direction of the road.

"Mutia.." shouted a voice from the right side, and meant from the corridor of the Language laboratory.

I turned my head and found Riska waving her hand, Riska was one of my acquaintances when I participated in the open activities of journalists in cooperation with one of the city newspapers, coincidentally at that time one of the speakers made an impromptu change in the form of finding a news item in a newspaper and it turned out that Riska and I entered the top three nomonation whose source of news was near perfect, and the source of the news was near perfect, from there we know and often exchange ideas about the world of journalists.

I smiled at him, then raised my feet to step towards where he was standing, but it turned out that not only was I walking closer, he was also the distance my steps were getting closer.

"What's wrong?" ask me directly without saying hello, because I know he is non-Islamic.

"No, I just want to tell you" he said with a friendly smile. Riska is a girl katagori who is quite famous in this school, besides she is beautiful she also has many achievements that honor the name of this school. He had participated in the MisMas city event and got the second champion. MisMas the city is like the event of Indonesian princess held by the mayor specifically for high school students, to find ambassadors who will be included in the city's tourism ambassador.

"Here, there's an opportunity to write with the Initial Word Publisher." I received a brochure that he gave me.

"Eventnya good, I can not come because it is specifically Muslims. Because the theme is determined." I turned to him, he looked sad because he could not follow this event.

"Thank you for the info" I said with a smile.

"Lo has to follow, as long as you know you are the first person I give you a brochure. Watch if you don't come." Riska said in a threatening tone, but make no mistake she wasn't really threatening because her lips just carved out a smile.

I smiled as I put the brochure in my bag, I did not agree or refuse to participate because I still have not decided.

"You're not coming home?" my question is, he just breathes big, he dramatizes the situation.

"How else, I still have the job of interviewing our new school ketos for this week's news, so I have no choice but to stay. Just relax, I'll get this job done right." Maybe if I was new to Riska I would be confused by her words, but I already knew her enough so I knew the absurd language she was using.

"Yes, hurry up and do it."

"Each commander," he answered while respecting the flag during the ceremony. Then we laughed together.

"Yes, I've come back first, yes" said my saying, he nodded then waved his hand while looking at me who was stepping in the opposite direction with the light he was going to take.

I stepped in with certainty to get out of the school area, occasionally greeting anyone I knew as I passed by.

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