Starting From Grey

Farewell (Ending)

Farewell is a ceremony that welcomes long days.

(Pidi Baiq)

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Time is the hardest thing, like a solid building and nothing will be able to just shake it. It was like a double-edged sword, terrifying and terrifying to think about.

For the sake of time, man is in a state of disadvantage except those who understand time and do charity may be patient.

Time, changing everything in every circle. The most powerful evidence of every unrest.

I walked into a hotel ballroom where the farewell was held. Ah, it feels like time is going so fast without feeling. I just felt happy for the first time wearing a gray uniform and now I've put on a kebaya to let go of my grey time.

Yes, I now use a purple kebaya with a length of reaching triangular split thighs that stretch out at the back. Using a purple hijab with a combination of pink color that looks beautiful arranged by a makeup artist called by the father. With a simple hijab shape with flowers on the right side. I wear minimalist makeup with a purplish pink lipstick that looks in line with the kebaya I use. I wear a shawl in front to cover the chest, because my hijab does not stall forward, not forgetting the handbag and the 10 cm tallest dreadful shoes I was forced to wear. The fairy said earlier this is a supporter of the appearance looks perfect.

I lowered my head to tidy up my sash before stepping into a special room that had been provided.

"Waw, Mutia?" a tone of admiration rang out in my ears, am I too arrogant to say that. I looked up and found Dwi and Irvan standing in front of me, as if convincing his eyes that what he saw was a human not a ghost.

"Is something wrong?" I asked to make sure, I looked back at my makeup and then turned to look at my friend.

"No." Irvan stared for a moment then turned her eyes. I frowned then turned to Dwi who was grinning not an elite at all.

"Then I'd like to join the others, Assalamualaikum." I heard their answers then stepped towards the classmates' hordes.

I saw Shinta was talking to someone who was behind me, which was obviously a guy. And from his posture I recognized him as one of my seniors.

"Assalamualaikum," Shinta greeted with a smile as she looked at me who was gracefully just standing awkwardly. At first Shinta was still confused to say hello, maybe he did not recognize me or the Javanese said pangling. Because I saw him think hard before greeting me.

"Waalaikumsalam," I replied slowly and the man standing behind me turned his back. And my guess is correct, he's my senior one, but what's he here for?

"Mutia, waw amazing.you look so enchanting.'' Brother Bagas, the guy said with sparkling eyes as if getting something very valuable.

"Kak Bagas ever wear compote shoes?" tanyaku cynical, while brother Bagas just chuckles in response to my words.

"Don't be afraid of her beauty."

"Sir Bagas," I said restrained, really annoyed with the face of Bagas. He is not suitable to behave like that, which fits only Dilan's brother.

Let me say, the bagas brother has a sweet face, beautiful-looking how like a Korean artist or Korean boyband. So being tough really doesn't fit. He fits in gracefully and romantically. Hehehe, won't criticizing the abik give the solution? Ignore my unclear thoughts.

"I didn't know you were this pretty when you were dressed up." Brother Bagas still said with a twinkle of humor in his eyes. I turned towards Shinta who was chuckling.

"I need sandals to throw," I said slowly but threateningly enough.

"Slow baby, I commend myself why you're giving me a gift of sandals. Isn't there anything more elegant?"

"Ga exists. I don't like to be praised" I said fiercely, right I really don't like to be praised. I felt like I was being harassed when praised with the words beautiful, sexy, adorable, sweet or something else. I don't know if I feel comfortable. Brother Bagas was wide open to hear my answer so pupa with Shinta.

"I have an idea" Shinta said exclaiming Girang after neutralizing her laughter. Did I tell you that Shinta looks beautiful with a heart-red color.

"What idea?" ask Bagas curious, same with me.

"It seems like it will be exciting to burn the beard of insensitive people," Shinta said with a slanted smile, while I just stared at the horror of my friend in silence.

"I don't want to follow the criminal," I said disapprovingly. Who wants to burn people's beards, what do they want to slit?

"Ryan," called Shinta suddenly.

Ryan stepped in firmly. He looks mature and charming with the aura of leadership that comes out.

"What's wrong?" ryan looked at Shinta. And turned towards me with slightly astonished eyes.

"Mutia, borrow a cell phone," Shinta said without answering Ryan's question.

"Make what?" many wonder.

"God, so this is Mutia." Ryan exclaimed, I was staring cengo at him, so he didn't notice me. He doesn't know that this is me?

"Is my face that awful?" which I was in a desperate tone.

"Not so, you look amazing. Until I thought it was the guest star of the show." Ryan hurriedly replied maybe he was afraid that I was wrong.

Then Shinta asked me to take a picture with Ryan, I don't know what's in his brain that obviously he's very pushy. I'd like to say, maybe it could be a documentation of me taking off my uniform.

Then the call for our Class was heard, we neatly arranged the rows and then entered into a ballroom that looked crowded. I stood beside Iqbal. Somehow, we stood on the stage forming a formation and took pictures together.

After the documentation procession we go down and occupy the seat that has been provided. Sit down and enjoy the show. Start with a band, then some regional dances and dances. Then entering the core event of long welcomes, I sometimes thought it all felt unimportant. Just imagine for a welcome of up to 2 hours on your own, while I'm sure it's true that not much to ignore. Then the event continued with an art show staged either from our prospective alumi or from the underclassmen.

When I lowered my head, I heard the grusa-grusu boys behind my seat, I happened to be able to sit in the backmost position for women.

"Van's Hunt" said Dwi, I remember his voice. Shinta who was sitting on my right looked back.

"Gue request," Shintawn said backwards. And Lana who was sitting on my left side did the same. I try to focus ahead and ignore them.

I feel like my phone is shaking, there's an incoming call. I didn't know the number, but I liked the initial line of numbers, I pressed the green button and brought my X2 phone to my ear.

"Assalamualaikum," salamku. But strangely no one answered.

"Hallo," I said, frowning confusedly, I looked at my phone screen, still connected. Then I put it back in my ear but there was no sound. Without thinking I turned off the phone first. Let it be considered impolite, who told people to try greeting unanswered, I was only able to grumble.

"Why?" ask Shinta wonder.

"There's a phone but no sound" I said quietly.

"Maybe the signal is difficult in a closed room like this, or if it's not there also not heard the sound of you who lose the same sound of music." I just nodded without arguing a bit then we decided to take a picture together using Ryan's cellphone with the front camera. People were standing behind the chairs taking pictures.

"Here it is, the most popular class in school for two years in a row. Xll-IPA2." The sound came from the host. I looked up and found some of my friends there.

Yes, in my class there is an amateur tire group that stands because of the element of accident and coercion because there is a band competition between classes. The members are Irvan on guitar, Dwi on bass, Ryan on keyboard and Taro on drums. If the vocalist is Calista the smartest and most talented child in the class.

"This song is special for citizens of XII-IPA2. WE LOVE YOU ALL." After the shouts of the cetar from Calista or we usually call Lista, the sound of guitar passages and other musical instruments play beautifully.

After the song ends, Ryan suddenly puts a mic in front of Irvan and Calista takes a seat and starts whispering with the others.

"This song is special for him, the one I can't name. But he's the best. Sweetest farewell."



The voice was beautiful, yet still unable to shake my heart. Alu was silent not expecting to hear this song. I sighed then closed my eyes, opened my eyes then turned back to face forward. I was a little pensive when I saw Irvan looking straight at me, I was not an idol or anything but really I felt he was staring at me, I turned towards Dwi who was also smiling meaningfully towards me. What's the matter?

I felt Lana patting my thighs, I turned her head she smiled meaningfully. I wonder what exactly is going on. I turned towards Shinta who was focused forward, I just shook my head in a sign of not being able to guess the situation, sometimes my insensitivity turned out to also make it difficult for me when the clumsiness in my mind stuck out to meet the instinct of curiosity in me.

After singing they got off the stage and sat back down Lana and Shinta immediately looked back and either spoke what was clear I could not hear it because drowsiness and bored approaching me.

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When parting is always synonymous with the words 'goodbye' or 'good bye'. But I don't know why I'd prefer 'till see you back'.

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Time once again goes so fast, since the farewell event two weeks ago we rarely met, we still occasionally go to school to take care of some PTN requirements and also take care of diplomas of course. Oh yeah, I haven't told you yet that my class passed a hundred percent. Yes I have never said that this school even if the private sector has a very prominent advantage not inferior to public schools.

"Assalamualaikum," said Irvan sitting next to me is one seat away. I was in front of BP's room waiting for Ismail.

"Waalaikumsalam," I replied slowly.

"Wait for Ismail too?" irvan asked, I turned towards him while nodding.

"Where's the lecture?" ask Irvan again.

"I want to be in Malang, you?"

"I'm also in Malang. Take Informatics Engineering." Irvan said as he looked straight ahead.

"What dream do you want to achieve?" irvan asked in the same position.

"Come on," my answer made Irvan turn his head. He seemed surprised by my answer. Is anything wrong? I did not have the dream that I expected I just wanted to go with the flow of destiny, flow and enjoy every surprise that came. Am I wrong?

"Everyone has a dream, an ideal that he wants to achieve. How are you weird?" asked Irvan in a tone that I could probably articulate smooth and attentive.

"I have a dream, Van. But once before." I looked forward and then laughed a little.

"I dreamed of having a whole family, living in one house. There's a father, a mother, a sister and there's a sister. Simple right? I want to live in color with a motley streak of ink." I paused and turned towards Irvan, for some reason my eyes were glazed over. "But God has a different plan."

"It's all fate, Mutia. Don't look up but you better go down. Look at the people below us so that we are more humble and not envious." I nodded then looked up hoping that my pearls would not fall on my cheeks.

"You have goals, what?" asked Irvan with a tone. 'You' I just realized since I was Irvan using the language 'you, me'.

"I used to want to be a bank clerk." I revealed in a happy tone, maybe my eyes also sparkled happily like a child getting a gift from his parents.

"Continue?"

"But I said," I said weakly.

"Why?"

"You can guess the answer, you know I'm not trying to improve."

"That's not what I meant" said Irvan.

"Then?" many wonder.

"Why do you want to be a bank employee? The salary is big or the work you think is easy." I shook my head in disagreement. I didn't think that far.

"No," I said, he looked at me as if asking why.

"Because they are always well dressed and friendly. When I was a kid, my dad took me to the bank to introduce me to the types of money and how to save. If it's not wrong when I'm in grade 3 Elementary in semester two. I remember the lesson was IPS." I was happy to express my experience.

"There is a very friendly employee, explaining the function of the bank is also a variety of money. Money giral, card, check, deposit and more." Irva smiled faintly.

"It's simple to make you effective." I'm looking down embarrassed. Yes, it is very simple I want to be a bank employee because there is a friendly impression of what I see.

"That's Mr. Ismail. Come on." Irvan stood up and walked over to Ismail. I did the same.

After expressing our wishes, Mr. Ismail invited us into the room. After doing various things finally sura we want we can get. As he walked towards the gate, Irvan said. "Goodbye, Mutia."

"I don't like it" I said slightly. I saw Irvan's astonished face.

"Why? Isn't this the last day we could meet?"

"You doain I die, until you say you last met me."

"It's not so," said Irvan unwell. I smile.

"I prefer the word 'see you later' so we still have hope that we will meet again and not go before the will." Irvan chuckles.

"So you're still hoping to see me again?"

"Of course, I always wish I could see you again and I always pray that you are always given health." Ak smiled.

"How's it?"

"All right I'll do it" said Irvan with a small laugh. Alu smiled in response.

"See you later, Mutia. May God always give you health and protect you." I nodded and said. "Assalamualaikum, my best friend and thank you."

I saw Irvan's smile rise again and answered my greetings. I nodded and stepped out of the gate.

My gray days are over. And I'm grateful I can still feel that. I am grateful to be given the opportunity to give black and white in every second of time.

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