Starting From Grey

Behind A Story

Buddy, man,

One day your eyes will see my flaws.

Someday your ears will hear my flaws.

And someday your heart will be hurt by my attitude.

That's Me....

I'm not a perfect human being.

That's why I need you, as my friend.

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I opened my wardrobe, I observed the appropriate clothes I used to attend the clasical meeting this afternoon.

Yes, after a long debate and argument with each other is unclear with Shinta finally I decided to follow the writing event that yesterday the brochure I received from Riska.

You believe it or not that's the truth, this morning when I was transferring hours I argued and shared a story with Shinta, Shinta that is.

Shinta who is my brother and who does not talk much, whether there is any wind what was she able to tell along the way pantura.

Earlier this morning, the 3rd hour was moved to the 4th hour. The son of the journalist went to the classes, to mumble about the writing event.

And since this is held by outsiders as its sponsor then the child of the journalist obliges from each class to send one representative and if anyone wants a list of individuals is very welcome.

So, from our class Marta as her representative. Because he won the article race sponsored by the principal last year.

"Mut, you don't want to follow?" shinta asked after all was calm and busy with waiting for the teacher to come.

"Not yet, but I don't think so," I replied as I pulled out the Biology book.

"Why? I am sure your work is better than others. You still remember the time of the mading race last year. Your article has Marta who is the champion of one loh." Shinta said in a serious tone, and I just turned my head with a faint smile. It wasn't because of anything, whether he realized it or not that he had just talked for a long time.

"If the article becomes good not because the author is Shin, but the subject matter of interesting discussion as well." I put my bag back in the drawer, then I saw Ana turn around.

"But the article is also interesting because the author is also kok, Mut," said Ana made Shinta squeal in agreement.

"Yes, but it's the dominant subject, isn't it?"

"No, gini yes Mut try to make writing that the theme is the same as others. The language and the language will not be the same. And I think your writing is good to read the sound is interesting. Not too formal and boring."

"Is she?" ask me in a seductive tone.

"Ni's a big ngeyel kid anyway," Shinta said exasperatedly. I love seeing the many expressions Shinta shows.

"Yes, you think it's good to read but not necessarily anything else, right?"

"Duh, instead of you being the winner of the favorite article in the mading race? So according to others it's good to read too." Shinta said convincingly. Ah, the mading race. Reminds me of what has passed.

It is true what Shinta said, but why do I still want to be convinced more yes. I still feel inferior to attend a major event like this, what else is this open to the public is also the same sponsor.

"But the evidence at the event held by the captain I did not win" I said casually. I looked amusedly at Ana, while Shinta just chuckled dislike.

"Yes yes, you didn't win anyway at that time," replied Ana astonished I was just smiling meaningfully.

"When that time the theme is determined, so the discussion is the same," said Lana who came facing back.

"Maybe the jury was in need of an article that was formal, understand that time the jury of teachers who always seemed serious and rigid," said Ana made me giggle amused.

"Who's running that race, Mut?" shinta asked the three of us to look at her, and then they turned to me waiting for my answer.

I smiled as I shook my head, then I saw Lana and Ana sigh while showing her irritated face.

"You don't win, you don't win" said Ana Ketus, I just giggled slowly.

"There's Goddess," Shinta said as our biology teacher entered the classroom, breaking our conversation.

If considering today's incident, it really is something once, how not I got the scorn from Bagas' brother, even though I know it's not from his heart he's just annoyed with me.

"He didn't want to stand out, so you participated in a big event as well. Not very consistent." Such were the more or less words that came out of his lips in a cynical tone that made my heart slightly scratched.

I took a light purple shirt I coupled with a black skirt, I chose a skirt shaped A to make it easier for me to step. I use the headscarf directly so from a fairly famous brand.

I remember this hijab was bought by Rifa when I started wearing hijab for two months, when I was wearing a light purple channel dress with a small gray flower motif. Because it does not have a purple hijab that is similar so wear a gray hijab and maybe my sister who saw it, she said, until the end of the month precisely after eating out as a routine for both of us when Rifa's sister was out of pay my brother gave me this hijab.

After neatly I took my purple miringku bag too but this time it was dark purple, I put in a small agenda book, pen, tissue, face wash soap and not forgetting the phone.

Not to forget also I checked in a small reset in the bag, there is still money a few sheets that would still be enough to eat and transpotation round and round, it's my habit that I always put money in every bag I have, because I rarely carry a wallet. I thought it was like this, why carry a bag carrying a wallet if the money is only a little, even make the weight of the luggage only.

When I was ready to go out of the room to the shoe rack, there I picked up my shoes that matched the color of the clothes I was wearing, and I was ready to go.

I was escorted by Bik Sum to the stop by riding a metic motorbike that Sum drove every time he came to my house.

Until the stop I had to wait first, I put my arms together to look at the clock, but I just remembered if I forgot to wear it. The watch is something I rarely forget.

I sighed with annoyance at forgetting, then I was forced to open the bag and turn on the kwuerty phone that read X2 at the top.

The clock shows that at 14:03 the meeting starts at 14:30. I'll be late if I don't get a vehicle to get to school right away.

I put my phone back in and then I sat down trying to calm down, I tapped my feet this is a typical Mutia style when she was restless. I'll move anything to reduce anxiety.

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I entered X-3 class in a hurry, I immediately took a seat in the front corner that was still empty.

"Why Lo?" tanya Kamil, IPS boy.

"So I thought it was too late, so I ran away from the gate." I replied with a still irregular breath.

"Is she?" I asked while frowning. Kamil nodded convincingly.

''The patching was quiet," I said taking off my bag and then I put it on the table. I'm confused about what Kamil would say.

"Lo is the same class as the two heads of OSIS and also the same captain of basketball. Well, complete in your class."

"Yes that is, the real coincidence isn't."

"Lo class representative or list yourself?" asked Kamil again, this time he turned his head towards me.

"His own list, because the class representative there is Marta, he never won the event too." I answered while looking at Kamil, but Kamil was not focused, looking several times behind me.

Out of curiosity I also looked back, and there was Desi and Mala who were chatting excitingly and at times the Mala also glanced at us.

Desi and Mala are my language class children, I know them only by name, because Mira used to tell me about them.

"Why?" I am going to Kamil slowly.

"What?" asked Kamil wonder maybe he was not aware that he was caught wet.

"They're both," I said, coding two people who were talking about the Korean film.

"Huh? Meanin?" asked Kamil confusedly also nervous. I smiled meaningfully.

"Who has a crush?" my question whispered towards him, approaching but there was a distance I blocked my lips with my hand on the right side.

"Who has a crush, ngoco lo." Kamil got up from his seat and left the class.

"Where's Mil?" tanyaku amused, it turns out that guys have a naive side as well, wear evasive everything.

"Find the wind" he replied, shouting because he was near the door.

I sigh because I sit alone again, no friends I talk to, want to immerse to others I feel bad myself also uncomfortable and not connect with the subject.

"You're as familiar as Kamil?" tanya Desi who had been sitting on the chair that Kamil occupied earlier.

I turned my head with a smile, "not really, just we have participated in the event together so it's quite familiar." Desi looked at me in wonder. He seemed like there was something he wanted to ask but he paused.

"Why?" I open a bond for him.

"No, no wonder you look so familiar with the famous guys at this school." Desi turned to me, I just looked at the door blankly, I was unfocused.

"Not Des, I know them because of their disfavour. Maybe it just so happens that we're in the same organization or there's the same activity." Desi raised one corner of her lips, may I judge that it was a cynical smile?

I don't know what the problem is with me but for sure he doesn't seem to like me much. Maybe he even hates me.

I did not like this situation, a situation that I seemed awkward to talk about, while Desi was still faithfully sitting near me. I'm better off alone than talking to other people but only as a quip of insinuation or insults.

"Mut, are you following?" asked Tiara who stepped closer to me, I waited to be grateful in my heart, that Tiara saved me from this unpleasant state.

"Yes, you too?" Tiara nodded while busy putting her face in her bag.

Tiara is indeed a slightly endel and chatty figure, but she is a good child even though her tongue is also sharp. He is also religious, meaning that even though he hangs out with children who do not pray but he is different he still practices his prayers.

During the second semester in class X I often pray dzuhur with him. Because I know for myself two of my friends are away from me.

"Yes, I'm following. I mean whatever, nulis is still amateur." He then immediately ordered Desi to move to sit, I just looked at the amazement that Desi was following him.

"Why? Chili's mouth said what?" tiara asked after being able to get the Desi seated.

"Cabe's mouth?" many wonder.

"Yes, that Desi you I mean. He's that if by the way never filtered. The filter is broken kali, very bad luck." He is the Tiara I mean by sharp-tongued, he always brings out what he says without a sieve. But what I like is he's not hypocritical, good in front of bad at the back.

"She just said that I was close to the famous kids at school." Tiara snorted looking annoyed.

"Surely he said ketus, don't think about it. He's just jealous of you, because he can't deletin the Kamil."

"So Desi likes Kamil?" Tiara nodded, "but Kamil likes Mala." I'm just 'oh' ria. Desi has always stolen a look at me and Kamil. Then we talked about a lot of things while waiting for people from the publication to come.

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Tired of waiting for the publication I play my phone, I play a game of red snakes who like to eat red balls.

After a few games over, I heard the kids start taking seats, and it turned out that the person we were waiting for was standing in front.

After the self-introduction event, the two of them who were in front of it discussed about the material that will be used as an event.

So the theme of the event is an inspiring story themed "hijrah" and the time specified is for 7 days as many as 10 sheets with space criteria 1.5 normal margin size and A4 paper size. Sent via box with self data included. In addition to being sent in the form of print out also send via e-mail.

I sighed heavily, when the information submitted was finished but there were still many unqualified questions coming out from his friends as well as senior juniors who also attended the same event.

Moreover, several times I caught one of the publishing people glancing and looking at me meaningfully, not pretentious or what but it is true.

I was sure that I didn't recognize him at all. Even though he was teased by his friends, the guy still often threw a smile at me, it really makes me sick.

I hate being treated that way, I'm so sick of that look. I wanted to feel like I was rushing away from this place, but what would I do if I didn't have that courage.

And finally, the thing I was waiting for came as well, after the closing greeting was answered and some of us rushed to leave the room immediately, as well as me.

I nodded my head as I passed from the two publishing men I knew named Rouf and Rida.

However, just a few steps closer to the door I heard a voice calling me, "Mutia." I looked back and was quite surprised to know the person who called me was Rouf.

Does he know me?

How did he know my name?

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