The High School Bench

The High School Bench

part 1:grey-Abu White

Utari

in the year ended the White Grey period, I was forced to do something that was almost impossible. studied day-to-night to get a University bench whereas, unfortunately, during High School. It feels like just last week that Diva and Aditia will step foot through the school gates for the first time.Our uniforms still smell new fabric. my stomach was heartburn and my smile was unnaturally wide between nervous and excited.

Even though the principal made sure there was no excessive senior action in MOS, still his upperclassman sister was staring at us as if we were the wrong kitten choosing a shelter. Until now, he said, two years later, we took their place and looked at the new disciple with a similar gaze. I think it's because we envy the fun adventure of new students that is just about to start while our time is up.

Mom used to say that if you could occasionally sneak back to High School when she first met your father, if you could, feel the turmoil of butterflies is shrunk when hiding hidden food agreements or opportunities together to ride a bus.

Ah, who really until now I have never dated.in fact, never joined when Diva patiently aditia watching a cinema concert came to the 17th anniversary. at that time I usually sleep or accidentally overslept. exhausted after noon until the afternoon up and down the tower, repeatedly salto forward or backward, then glide into the water. tomorrow morning I can only look at their photos on Instagram with envy.

"thank you, sir"! five thousand new prints were returned from the hands of the motorcycle taxi driver I crammed into the uniform pocket.at seven or ten, I glanced at my watch. My hair was still half wet, this morning untouched by a hairdryer, I was still half wet, I comb it with my fingers.I woke up late, accidentally didn't turn on the alarm.

two weeks ended the same afternoon woke me up at half-five in the morning. Six o'clock I had to be at the edge of the pool, preparing to warm up. The training ended at 10 o'clock,to then start again at 15 until the sun sinks.that's the routine two weeks before PON.

Not far from the school gate, I saw Mr. Ridho, the school security guard, and sir paradise, the physics teacher, in a standby position, ready to catch students whose shoes were colored other than plain black. Tasya and mila, two girls who famously liked to wear branded goods, walked by, leaving their perfume scents behind. Anggi as the head of OSIS, was walking in a hurry while carrying a pile of files somehow to the side hallway. Tony, 11th grader who plays the drum that his hair was new in the shaving runs out. I so smiled a smile on my own, not expecting to be so missed contents and school routine.

" ultimately, Utari lo entered school as well! " among the crowd of students in front of the ordinance room, appeared a petite, shoulder-haired girl exclaiming as she half ran up to me, stretching out her arms.

"Diva!! " i hugged her tightly.The scent of the Diva forum that never changed since Junior High made me close my eyes. meeting the Diva was like coming home to a comfortable room where I could be about wearing even a plain T-shirt.

Behind the diva, as usual there is aditia, a guy who I think has not changed his face and innocence since childhood.

" safe, yes Utari!I'm proud to be your friend to be on the ngetop! "said Diva, I welcome laughter.

" safe, Utari. ngga in vain lo exercise morning until afternoon until your skin becomes darker like this", replace Rino who greeted me until joking.

"fucking shit! " i punched his arm.

The other friends who passed by stopped us, took turns to greet and hug me. Some first and second graders I did not know or I forgot their names also greeted me again. I don't know how many times I've thanked you.

Public school, not school athletes like some team members, makes me a special student who can be dispensated not to enter school every level of the race. even so academically still I have to catch up with all the lag and be judged by the same standards as others.

"Can there be a bronze medal so there is a bonus, anyway, from the government? " ask Diva after the harmony of the child who greeted me left.

"There's dong" I replied briefly with pride, but trying didn't sound arrogant.The years are over, I feel my profession as an athlete is more appreciated. the bonus I got from the acquisition of this time is enough to treat Diva and aditia eat rice padang a year, if necessary three times a day.

"so, how's the story? how can it be the same as Diah? " i asked aditia. I seemed to have briefly read the Diva story on Whatsapp about this, but have not been able to finish. many other news that I have not updated during not attending school.

"Ck, already, deh. do not need to be discussed." aditia fluttering hands like a mosquito repellent buzzing in his ear. actually it is not new news.where ever, anyway, aditia dating? his mind is too straight tongue, simple, without curves, let alone twists.if he reaches dating, let alone sma diah who is also innocent, in Imaginasiku aditia must be dumbfounded, confused about what to talk.

The new school for me only means new hassles.route round-trip, friends, classes, canteen, parking lot, teachers, excul, and other atmosphere I can wait, but you can also avoid. bothered to get the excessive attention that I did not expect.

also back to answer the same question why change schools, homes dimna, like basketball bengga. which girls will ask, but of course not directly to me anyway, the leo has a girlfriend or hingga. soon it may be on the question of what college, where. this last question, who asked also does not necessarily know the answer to the question itself.

And, the most difficult thing is to remember the name of the new guy, except the girl's name, which is interesting.this is my fifth day at Pranacitra High School and I still don't memorize the name in my class. it's Ray, my best friend, and Tony, who's been asking for the last few days.

The teacher's hand directs the object he grasped down. I was surprised to see there was a green point twitching in my white shoes. turns out the object that the teacher grasped there was a laser.

why yes, to any High School I move, it turns out there is still the same: the obligation to wear black shoes there is nothing to do with black shoes? and why, so one variety is important?

"he said, anyway, in addition to being fragile and disciplined so that there is social intent.if in addition to black their shoes look, "so said my friend once. a serious answer to my stale question.

"keep it, HP and watches? the briefcase? all, does the brand look. Must it be painted? " i returned the whole thing.

the friend just grinned.

I remember that short chat when I looked down at my white shoes, actually I did not intentionally break. my black shoes are the only one in the sun after the accident do not accidentally step on and submerged in a puddle of water.if so, yes time all students must really have two black shoes?

"what is this school's rule"? the teacher tightened the volume of his voice.

how many children passing by or were standing around me so turned to look at the teacher instead so want to fight.

" get in on time? do you know how to do a replay?"I answer as much as I can. There are a lot of rules.

" that, anyway, all schools are the same! the color of your shoes! "he moves his laser pointer back and forth to my shoe, if the participant were a whiteboard marker, maybe my shoe is already full of ink graffiti.

" i'm the new kid here, "gue kink. less intelligent indeed.

" the time to register has been given to know the rules here anything. "the gym teacher began to s.

"Okay sir, if you may know, why black? as I recall in the rules involved in the explanin. "I need answers other than the one my friend had given me at that time.

"rule yes rules if you agree do not enter here! "the teacher started to listen to my question.

I crouched open the knot of shoelaces while thinking how my body looks to and fro without shoes. The teacher did not say anything more, bent down, hauling my shoes with a sour face towards the teacher's room.

at the same time, my view that had been blocked by the teacher, free to look forward, behind the pillar.nga thought my eyes once met the eyes of a girl who seemed to be watching me.

I spontaneously smile in response to a beautiful sight.in fact, I am ashamed he saw me scolded teacher. now do not wear footwear anyway.the girl seemed to also want to return my smile at a glance, but bingga so and rush to leave so not yet entered the class rang. I want to be upset because the shoes raided, but not so upset after seeing the girl. 🐴