Starting From Grey

Key, PSB Participant Card

When the king of noon began to see the radiance of his strength, it was a sign that time had shown that the day had come. With a faint smile, a girl in a thin veil walked into the gate of a seemingly simple school in front, do not judge from the front should let us go inside to know how simple the school is.

Syarifa Mutia's

I smiled greeting a middle-aged man who was sitting in his post,

"Assalamualaikum, security guard," I said cheerfully and showed off my sweet smile of pride.

"Waalaikumsalam, cah ayu. Can anyone help?" ask the security guard who has the name Rahmad.

"I want a list sir, where's the PSB room?"

"Wow, this is a straight turn right, near the language lab." This father was so friendly to answer it made me easily like it, I promised it would be easy to get along and be friendly with him later if I was accepted in this school.

"Thank you sir, oh yes know my sir Mutia." I reached out my hand and was greeted kindly by him by mentioning his name which I already knew from the nameplate attached to his official clothes. After a bit of pleasantries I say goodbye and move my feet towards the room designated by Mr. Rahmad.

When I was in front of the language lab I saw a room that looked crowded compared to others, and there was a board that read 'registration room' then I also queued to enter the room.

After waiting for a long time, I arrived at the time and place I expected, in front of a man whose age was not far from my age, yes this was just a physical assessment of me.

"Where's the registration file?" ask a guy named Hasan. Where do I know that from? I read on the paper he had covered with a ribbon hanging beautifully around his neck. His full name is Muh. Nur Hasan, the call of Hasan.

"This is my brother" I said as I gave the map which I had embraced earlier. Well, the map must have been warm, because I warmed it with my arms. I was just shaking my head with my thoughts just now, my perverted inner base.

When I refocused on the guy, it turned out that he was also looking at me with amused smiling lips, making me embarrassed and wanting to sink my pretty face into the source of the caustic lake in heaven. Because I felt wrong, I immediately looked at myself from below and I felt that there was nothing wrong.

"What's up, brother?" my question made him realize and re-read my file, although I can guess that the guy in front of me was definitely not focused on what he read.

"Alright, the file is complete. Please fill in this data," Hasan said calmly. Waw, it turns out this guy in front of me has good self-control, enough to fascinate me. After filling in the data I was given a piece of paper that had been installed in my photo and there to light the name and number of the room in it.

"This is the key to taking the writing test, so don't lose it. You can see the class plan on the front board." The guy explained calmly, then I just nodded my head and didn't forget to say thank you and started moving on. Not until I stepped, just turned my body back to turn because I felt someone calling. "Muti."

"Yes, brother," I replied quietly and astonished.

"Hopefully it works," said the man with a beautiful smile imprinted on his lips, making the degree of good looks increase instantly, making the authoritative figure even more dazzling. Since I was hit by a virus whose name was blown away, I could only nod my head and immediately step out, before I humiliated myself by behaving inappropriately.

I stepped towards the notice board that looked so crowded, crammed and pushed each other, until I was far enough away to be a victim, I don't know what's going on that I know all of a sudden a guy in a blue and white uniform like me suddenly walks back and bumps into me, making me bounce back, I thought I would enjoy sitting on a hard paving and there might be some stone adorning. But my guess was wrong, because I felt that there was a hand supporting my body so that I did not come into contact with the paving. I feel like something is out of my grasp.

"Be careful," said someone who supported my body, I was misbehaved and immediately stood up, but I had not yet said anything the tall man had walked away from me, the distinctive smell appears different from the smell that once entered my sense of smell. The smell is fresh does not puncture the nasal cavity or make me nauseous. Yes I have a slight allergy to the smell of fragrant, I don't know if the smell of fragrant innate nausea and dizziness but this time I like it, and I'm sure if I meet again I can definitely recognize it.

Then I looked towards the guy who hit me who was still in his position, who was sitting grimacing near a tree, because I felt sorry for approaching him and reached out to him to help him stand up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" said the man, grinning.

"No papa. How are you hurt?" I asked her to look at her body, I wonder why so many people I met today have an average height above me. I am the slow-growing and troubled or those who are too eager to grow.

"Gue is not papa. Oh yeah, I'm Mirza, what's your name?"

"Mutia," I replied and shook the hand she had extended in front of me.

"Lo's my first friend" Mirza said with a sweet smile.

"You too." I took off his handshake.

"Want to see the announcement?" tanyanya and I nodded my head.

"No need to be too tiled."

"But I need to know my room."

"The test is the day after Wednesday. And for the room maybe you can see the day after, leaving early that's."

"Wednesday, okay thanks for the info. Then I'll go home first, it's nice to meet you." I left that place without saying hello, not because I did not know there was, but we must know first not our interlocutor, yes if he is Islam, but we must know first, if not what to try. If not Islam but know answer greetings is not a problem, but if he does not know the answer will be pity. Hehehe was afraid that he would be embarrassed again.

I walked out the gate and when I was outside I remembered someone, when I looked at the security guard post I did not see the figure of Mr. Rahmad, I just saw a guy standing facing the school.

A guy with a good body posture, he fits into the athlete. Hemm.... I smiled with my own thoughts and walked towards the bus stop. I better go home and come back to this place the day after tomorrow.

————Happy Reading———

The first thing always gives a good impression for some events that will happen in the future.

And the first meeting is a first impression that is always easy to remember.

————Happy Reading———

The clock shows at 06:15 this marked I have 5 minutes left, I was in full uniform even I have used my hijab and shoes. However, there is one thing that makes me cross the fog of the 'test key' that is out of nowhere?

The key to the test, you still remind me that I was given the key to the test in the form of a small paper, this is not the key to the test you have in mind. The key to the test I was referring to was not the answer to the test I was going to take today, but a card that could take me into the examination hall. Didn't Brother Hasan, the guy I met in the PSB room gave it to me two days ago.

Argggh....

How could I forget?

"Mutia.." cried a firm voice heard in my eardrum, it was my father's voice.

"Yes yeah, a minute." I immediately stepped out of my bed that had turned into a broken ship because of my stuff scattered everywhere.

"Well, look at my test taker's card?" I was lethargic and sat in a chair near the kitchen.

"Where do you know, you're not going to look at Dad when I wanted to see him yesterday." Father replied with a cry.

"Oh well seriously, I really need it today. Promise me after today that card I love you. Can I have."

"Make mementos."

"No need" replied the indifferent father,

"Come on, Dad," I asked again, why did I persuade my father, because he was the one who had an almost equal degree of fadness to me, he said, he loved to hide the things I put in the wrong places. I'm the one who's lost my mind, but my father always hid it instead of letting it in that place and I'll easily find it if I remember.

"Dad don't see, and I don't know." Dad joined to sit in his proud chair, for what reason my father liked to sit in the chair he now sat. I once asked, Why do you like sitting in that chair? He replied that he felt comfortable and made it easy to walk to the front or to the kitchen because the seats were in a straight line with the kitchen and living room.

Back to topic, though,

"Well," call me slowly, insisting on sadness.

"The test is at 8 and now at 6:30, so you can ask the committee and explain that your exam key is missing."

"So you really don't know?" I was full of enthusiasm and sighed disappointed when I saw my father shake his head to the right and to the left.

I just kept quiet and drank my milk in silence, then after I held my hand together asking for pocket money after getting what I wanted, I kissed my cheek and shook my father's hand and said goodbye.

Must be at a loss, why at home there is only me and dad. Don't think I don't have a mother or my mother is dead, because I still have complete parents, even if they don't live in one house. Yeah, I'm not exactly the kid of divorced parents people say broken home, because I have an older sister who currently lives with my mom.

If you tell me about my family, it will take a very long time and maybe there will be no end to it. So it's better to go back to my topic and anxiety because the key to my exam didn't meet. But I need to be firm even though I am from an incomplete family but I am still grateful and will not demand anything from my father and mother like those in ftv stories or novels. Because I'm lucky to have them and I think there must be something good about every decision they make, even if I don't know anything about it.

I exhaled heavily as I read the banner that read 'Welcome the examinee to write to 31 City High School' The anxiety I had tried to hide now surrounded my every step back.

By saying basmalah and justifying the white hijab that I wear I stepped into the gate, it seems that many people welcomed my arrival with uniforms that read 'PSB committee' also using OSIS alma mater and other organizations.

"Mutia," call a girl wearing a white shirt and a pencil skirt under the knee. It seemed like he was one of the examinees, looking at from his neat clothes. But what he called me for, I just kept quiet and judged around me who knew there was another person with the same name, she said, but none of them showed that he was being called except me.

Then I looked towards the girl, who was now saying goodbye to the person standing next to her and walking towards where I was standing.

"Hi Mutia, right?" the question was reassuring, and I just moved my head up and down in response.

"You're Abi-kan's brother?" the question again made me frown because I felt foreign to the name that the girl in front of me mentioned. Really, I don't seem to have that name vocabulary in my memory.

"No need to worry and fear, there is no bully system here. So even though you're close to the school prince."

"I failed to understand you, Brother" I said after being quite surprised by everything.

"There is no need to hide his identity, this was Abi nitipin for you." He said while giving me the exam card that made me foggy since morning. Then he left and waved at me after I received my key.

After waking up from the shock I was only able to mutter a thank you because the figure was gone from my eyes.

I stepped towards the notice board that turned out to be crowded, ah damn it turns out I lost quickly.

"Space 28 is in the corridor on the right near the PMR center." A voice from the right side I heard, when I turned my head to meet the figure, the guy who checked the registration file, whose name is it? I forget.

"Eh, yes thank you." I said then to move.

"Mutia," call the guy again,

"Yes, brother" I replied and looked at him who was smiling.

"I'm waiting for your presence in MOS. So you have to pass the test."

"I take it as a prayer" I said, grinning.

"May it work and survive the fight."

"Thank you." I walked back to leave that pretentious guy without looking back.

Seeing his hospitality maybe I will put him on a friend's list someday when I'm already wearing this school uniform. Ah, I'm so optimistic that I'll be accepted into this school. I'm sure because the intelligence passed down by my father was able to get me into a private school that became a favorite in this city.

'Abi' that name suddenly flashed when I saw the angel-like figure walking in the corridor across, a well-dressed man fitting once he became a successful businessman, see still High School he looks authoritative and charismatic especially he looks friendly with others.

Abi, who is Abi?

How can this card be in his hand?

Many questions hung before my eyes, until without me realizing the figure I was observing was now standing in front of me with an unreadable expression and stepping in the opposite direction to me.

Freaky,

That's what I muttered.

"Wow" cried someone patting my shoulder,

"Mirza," called me and she put on her carefree smile.

"Let's go in, we're one room." He walked and I followed in his footsteps, he walked towards the glass and saw the floor plan of the seat.

"Sadly, you're sitting at number two from the front while I'm in the back left corner."

"Oh yes," I said with a smile and nodded my head.

"When I hate sitting in the back" he grumbled as he walked toward the seat, smiling at his behavior.

Mirza, she looks like a mommy but she's nice, I love being friends with her. Then before long three supervisors entered and as they should be teachers who supervise their students when I know very well that they are seniors.

Bismillah, O God, give the best to your beautiful servant.

————Thank You-———