The End of the Waiting for Love and Love

Graduation announcement

A week passed, the anticipated time arrived, the day of the graduation announcement.

That morning you couldn't take me to school, because you had to go to the village hall for a farm meeting.

So I was confused who I was going to school with.

I tried to contact Ega, but there was no response from him. Maybe because at that time he did not hold his phone, it could be that he had left first.

I finally waited by the side of the road in front of my house, hoping that a taxi driver would pass by.

Suddenly, a man with a red matic motor stopped right in front of me. He was wearing a helmet and flannel shirt, but I was no stranger to that guy.

He stopped and took off his helmet. Throwing her smile and pleasantries asking me.

"You want to go to school?" ask the guy.

"Hmm. yes. actually again waiting for me anyway."

"Mending with me, ntar late" invite him a bit pushy.

"You want to go to college. No hurry, huh?"

"No. anyways bentar doang nganter to your school."

"Hemm but not good."

"Enakin aja.. let's go, hunt late later"

"Hemm okey"

Despite the hesitation, I got on the bike.

Loh... Why would I want to be escorted with that guy?

About Umar :

So that guy was Umar. He is not a stranger, I have known him for a long time. She was my upperclassman at High School, which happened to be her house near my house too.

For a few weeks he contacted me via Facebook chat or SMS message.

Flashback On :

At first he was a prank to say hello to me, but somehow lately he seemed to be trying to get close to me.

He often messaged me, asked me about school activities or paid me some attention.

The two of us never greeted each other before. Sometimes I look away face to face. Although we are neighbors of a complex, we are ordinary.

Even as a child, we were hostile because of misunderstandings in friendship groups. Yes, his name is also a boy, there must have been such an incident. But only that, after growing up or entering Junior High School until we both have a new life and rarely meet.

Even though we ended up in high school, we were still like people who did not know each other if they happened to meet at school.

Therefore I feel strange, why suddenly he contacted me on social media then as if he wanted to be friends with me?

He's in college, at a private college. Every day he goes to college on his motorbike. The campus is quite far, but he feels fine if he has to go back and forth using his motorbike. He is also active in the organization of football in his campus, even he often participated in football competitions.

Although he has only known him for some time, but he honestly told me all the activities on his campus. That's why I know a little about him.

A few days ago, he invited me to meet outside.

But I refused, because I open the type of person who wants to be invited out of the house carelessly. If not invited with a schoolmate or Ega, maybe I never want to go out of the house.

Flashback.

When I was on the bike, I deliberately kept quiet did not want to start the conversation first. But he also remained silent, not taking out a word.

"Such different, if in chat aja bawel" murmured me.

All the way up to school we just quietly, just enjoy the ride.

I asked him to drop me off at a place far from school, not right in front of the school.

When we got there, I got off the bike. And say a few words.

"Thank you for it.. About paying no?" my spoken.

"Hahaha don't take it, I'm a motorcycle taxi driver" he said, joking.

"Oh kirain, yes I went to school first"

I walked away immediately leaving him. But he said again...

"Yes be careful lara, oh yeah today's graduation announcement huh? Hope you pass yaa"

I looked towards him too. And answer...

"Yes, aaminn"

"Yes, I've left first, but I'm not saying be careful"

With that kind of awward feeling, I tried to answer with a joke..

"Hahaha wait for you?"

"Hehehe is waiting

"OK be careful on the road, the spirit of his college..."

"Ready. I'm leaving yeah"

Then he with his motor drove fast. While I walk to the school which is a few meters away from where I got off the motorbike.

I rarely go to school with other people, usually I go with my father or Ega. But because in an emergency, I finally want to be escorted by Umar.

As I walked towards school, someone called me from behind. Who else if not Lutfia who always appears from behind.

"Laraaaa.." call Lutfia.

I looked at the source of the sound.

"Iyaaa lutttt" I paused while waiting for Lutfia to come over.

"Wh who was it? I saw you leaving same guy"

"Hmmm time anyway? lie to you huh?"

"I told you, I told you a lie"

"Kepo dah ah, not that guy was kang ojek"

"It's a lie, you've moved on from Ardian's sister"

"Now a nobody, tomorrow too.... Why can't you? Your grudge is the same as her? how severe !!!"

"You know, look at tomorrow...Revenge, don't bother Luuttt"

"Nah Ngarep made up the same guy.. Yes, it has moved-on, rather than hoping to continue the same that is uncertain"

"Well, you don't know what he is anyway"

"Why?"

"You know, that guy was our upperclassman, too"

"What a weird time? Helmet was not know"

"Yes, I don't want to tell a lot about him"

"Hmm okay"

Then Lutfia and I got to their respective classes. When I arrived at the class, I was greeted by my friends sitting on the front porch of the class.

"Oy on why sit in front of the terrace like this" asked my friends.

"Free and free again has become our alumni" said the class president.

"Yoiii's arrogant you"

"Jointly buy pilox here "

"How much?"

"Goceng just please"

"The others are the same?"

"Well, don't make pilox doang all you want to eat"

"Oh yes already" while offering five thousand rupiah.

"Okay thanks"

Moments later, the class president went to buy colored pilox as a tradition of uniform doodling after receiving the graduation announcement.

At that time I had asked my parents for permission, to be allowed to follow the tradition of doodling at graduation. Because the tradition only exists once in a lifetime, even though you have to sacrifice old uniforms to be crossed out. The teachers also allow the origin of all things to run in an orderly manner.

Plans have been set, just waiting for the results of the graduation announcement. At around 11:00 pm, the new school gave the results of graduation.

At that time the homeroom teacher entered the classroom with a flat face while saying greetings. Then he opened the conversation in a somewhat pessimistic tone. His face looks unpredictable, sad or disappointed I don't know why. We were so afraid of receiving bad news about graduation. I focused on looking at the face of the homeroom teacher, inwardly worried that one of my friends might not graduate.

When the envelopes are given one by one, the homeroom teacher gives instructions that the envelopes be opened together no one should precede.

While waiting for the other friends to be given envelopes, Ega and I chatted in a soft tone.

"You feel like, that's the guy whose face is freaking out?"

"Yes, it's like a flat"

"I'm afraid there are students who don't graduate among us"

"God don't take dong, we have to pass together"

"Hmmm"

After all has been distributed an envelope containing a certificate of graduation. Finally the homeroom teacher gave instructions to the students to open the envelope.

Feeling agitated and anxious, I opened the envelope.

Bissmilbornrahmanirrahim...

"On behalf of Larasati Mekar declared PASS"

The other students shouted when they saw the results. It turns out they were all declared to be graduating. We hugged each other with Semeja and other friends. I could not feel my tears dripping from being moved to see such a moment.

Then I saw the expression of the homeroom teacher smiling, a different expression when entering the classroom.

Finally, we ran to the classroom to celebrate the tradition of uniform graffiti with other students. This time, all students of class XII, especially those who have been declared graduated.

After graduation, as planned, my friends and I bought food to eat together. At the house of the class president close to the school, we celebrated graduation again with a joint meal. Although simple, but the momentum will be remembered forever.

After eating with our classmates, we all went home. Me and Ega as usual go home together. But on the bike Ega revealed something to me.

"Tomorrow we are rarely together like this again "

Sick Ega.

"Hmm yes, I'll miss you. Denger yelling your voice in front of the house" I replied.

"Whoever else would dare call you other than nyokap"

"Lu doang emang, maen maen you to my house. Don't be arrogant"

"Yee who's arrogant, you'll be a college kid"

"Where can I be arrogant"

"You goin' everywhere, I'll chat"

"You want to be my personal ojek kang?"

"Yee kaga so too, meaning that if you take a break from college, you want to go anywhere chat I just"

"OK, my friend"

"Uuww friend, I'm so moved"

"That many years we were with ega, the time I considered you kang ojek doang"

"Pliss deh why am I called kang ojek mulu"

"hahaha, be careful on Ega's road"

"daahh"

On the way home, I was embarrassed when people noticed me and Ega because our uniforms were full of pilox graffiti and markers. It is not strange, because today many uniforms are full of scribbles.

Indeed, that is how the tradition dropped down from each school force, but it would be better if used uniforms were donated to the needy. I happen to have two uniforms, one of which I will donate to someone else in need.

I officially graduated as a High School student and changed my status to become a prospective student. May my ambition to go to college soon be achieved. Aamin..