The Hurt

Story of Dinda

The atmosphere of the morning is cold. The shady air of trees after removing the dew broadcasts a special fragrant part. Early in the day began to walk. Life has written its story back.

I walked down the school corridor. The atmosphere looks lonely. It's weird, I thought. Wasn't it not as usual this morning. I glanced at my watch. It was still at half-seven, while the bell came in at exactly seven. The condition of the school should be half crowded with new students coming.

One by one the classrooms I went through. Nothing strange when I saw it. But my feelings are still covered in something strange. “What is it?”, my question is in the heart. Out of nowhere the buzzing sound in my head seemed to indicate that what I saw, realized, and experienced at this time was not real.

Yes right, “maybe I sleep less last night”, I said inaudible. Maybe the limited sleep time last night made me feel like a confused person in the morning. But, back something it came crashing down.

I stopped in front of a class. My eyes saw five people inside. Some of them I know him because there was one school and one class when Junior High. I try to look through a small open window.

I saw Dina sitting in the front corner writing. Must be copying pr, I'm trying to guess what he's working on. In the back row four boys were chatting. One of them was Radit, who was sitting on the side of the table. My eyes met his eyes. And I felt something different again.

I turned my gaze away from him as soon as I saw the blackboard attached to the front wall of the classroom. This is class XII, I see the writings about the lesson still not cleared from the blackboard. Some of the writings I know vaguely that it is the work of Mr. Diman, my math teacher. “Pak Diman, yesterday in this class”, I said in my heart. The mood changed.

I continued my path and this time passed through a UKS room. Kulirik for a moment, there's a student there. He's fixing something hanging on the wall. From behind her body I seem to know her. I remember who he was. ‘Oh yes, it's Reni, why early in the morning already in uks, I cried.

Reni, my underclassman. I knew him when he first entered this school. During the orientation period, he asked me to sign his MOS book. At first I refused because I was not part of the committee or OSIS school, but he still forced me. He said someone else told him to ask for my autograph. The person said to Reni, “You should know her, she will be your good friend and sister here”. I myself don't understand why he said that to Reni. And vice versa, Reni did not understand.

I see him busy. I let him with his activities in the UKS. I went back to my class. My class is at the end of this corridor. When I arrived in front of the class, I saw someone standing on the outside side of the window. Nine meters in front of me. He stood leaning against the wall between the partially open windows. “Ngapain him here”, my murmur shrouded in curiosity.

I approached. “Tar, why here, don't go to class? Maybe Dinda has come” asku suddenly. He looked at me and smiled. “Gak Ar, I don't know Dinda, he said. This time he walked away from the window and sat on the long bench in front of my class. I followed him and immediately sat down beside him. “Gak nyari Dinda, tumben, continue what?”, my curiosity back alight. Dance here does not mean to meet Dinda, his close friend. Usually every time before the bell or break, he came to see Dinda to just chat spend time. Before continuing the conversation, I stood up and looked through the window as to whether Dinda was in the classroom. My eyes swept every corner and could not find it. Obviously, Tari is not looking for her. But instead of Tari and Dinda always leave and go home together. So if Tari had arrived at school Dinda should have been here.

I sat back near him. “Kok Dinda has not come yet, usually together continue to be the same you. Did it leave earlier not together?”, back I asked. Although it's none of my business to ask about Dinda and Dance, a small awkwardness is enough to start the conversation.

“So, I left alone. When I went to his house, Dinda was not there. Her grandmother said from last night she was in the hospital because her mother was sick. I myself forgot that yesterday afternoon I was the one who drove him to visit his mother. Maybe he stayed there and permission did not enter today”, he said giving an explanation.

Dance looked at me and her hand moved reaching for my palm. “Ar may I say something to you”, his voice is soft and my mind is moving from my current body. Something flew away instantly when I saw the gaze coming from his eyeballs. A look I often saw at that time. I sighed and returned his grasp. This time I reacted harder. I squeezed tightly yet gently on his hand.

I caught a mind that had run away. This time it was carried away by a long-stored memory. I try to remember it again. I'm still silent. “Yes, what do you want crapin”, I replied to him.

A silence surrounded us. Time seems to stop. Nature seemed to give a pause between me and Dance. I look out for the outside. I just want to go back to remembering that time. And right now I want it so much.

***

I'm racing my bike at full speed. The rush of rain does not prevent us from breaking through the streets. My helmet was repeatedly wet with drops of water and obscured my view. But I sped up and immediately I poured out the water that fell against the glass of my helmet. The mood of the road is empty. The sound of lightning sounded earthy. I don't care what's going on with nature right now. I only have one goal. And I have to do it right now.

A car had suddenly been fifty meters in the opposite direction in front of me. Highlight the lights immediately dawned on me. Fortunately, this road can be passed by two cars so soon I drove a bit to the side. The car was too out on the road. Almost, fortunately quickly dodged, I complained about the incident just now. It's dangerous. Fortunately, the car turned on the lights.

Ah, I realized, I was wrong too. I didn't turn on the lights myself. So in very heavy rain like this the risk of accidents is very high and turning on the lights is one way to avoid it. At least the atmosphere of light under the drops of water and dark atmosphere a little aware the driver if the road is not really quiet.

I turned through a sharp bend. The sound of the tires being held in the brakes surprised me. Instantly I felt the water wash over my forehead. Falling down and hitting both my eyes. My hands are still clutching the handlebar of the motor. I'm sure nothing happened. The rear wheels are not moving, my bike is stopped.

A few moments later I looked to the right side. I don't know where I am at the moment. I know it's not a motorbike or a car. I'm not sure where I am right now. Wasn't it after the turn it supposed to be a straight path. But why there are so many lights moving on the right-left side of the road. My eyes still hurt the water. I blinked my eyes repeatedly. My head feels cold. It seemed like rainwater had washed my hair and was now running towards my back through the cracks of the jacket I was wearing. The cold water felt in my left hand. I didn't feel the gloves I was wearing. Water droplets were like small pebbles falling on my palm. Wait a minute, palms, I cried in panic.

***

“Udah do not be sad, all is well aj”. I reached out to give Reni a piece of tissue. “But Brother, what if the book does not meet. The book was so precious to me”, a little sobs came out of his mouth. “Yes, the important thing is that you're okay. About the book later thought again, now I take you home”, I say calm himself.

I'm taking Reni to the motorcycle parking lot. I gave him the helmet. I immediately drove Reni home. That's all I can do. At least he can return home safely.

On a clear morning I walked to my classroom. While passing through the UKS room, I saw Reni sitting there silent. Soon I approached him. Reni immediately realized my presence. And he immediately stood up and exited the room.

“Still sad”, ask him. He answered with a head. I saw a grim look on his face. “Come smile, there is a surprise for you”, I raised his bowed chin. Our eyes clashed with each other. He smiled a little. “A gift for the beautiful princess”, I said teasingly which was greeted with a small laugh suddenly from her lips. “It's dong, it's for you”. I gave her a green box. He was shocked and unaware of what he saw. Hesitatingly Reni grabbed the package in my hand. He tore off the cover and took out the contents inside. His eyes widened when he knew what he had received.

“There are many Sis, thanks, thanks, thanks”. He said, bowing his body like a Japanese greeting. “Udah, already, do not need to overdo”, I immediately calmed him down. “That's worth it, so now don't be sad again, okay”. “Udah yes, I stay in class first, keep smiling”, I said as I moved away from her. And he returned me with a wave of eager hands.

I kept going and arrived in front of the class. “Ar, new come, have been waiting for Dinda”, Dance surprised me from behind the door. He went out and went back to his class. I went in and saw someone sitting in the second row near the wall. “Dinda”, sayku lirih. Our eyes clashed with each other. He smiled and moved out of his chair. I who was still standing stunned at the door immediately realized what was happening. I returned his smile.

I put down my bag and immediately approached her. “Come to your canteen must not have breakfast”, I said. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of class. We walked together to the cafeteria. Dinda smiled. He could not hide his feelings this time. And I'm the one who always makes her smile in the morning.

***

“Kak Dari ngapain here”, someone patted Tari's shoulder from behind. Dari's eyes were shocked and looked back. He saw Reni standing up and looked at him in wonder. “Kak Dari ngapain sit here by yourself”. Reni repeated her question. He was rather surprised to see the response of his interlocutor. But Tari was still surprised she was nearby.

“Emm.. that. emm.. apa”, Dance stuttered out of nowhere she should start the conversation answering questions from Reni. “Why Brother, there is a strange”, Reni added riled with Dance behavior this time. He did not understand before he saw Dari sitting dreamy here. But before approaching him, he heard Dari say something before returning to his daydream.

“Mafin Reni Kak, already ngagetin, but I saw Kak Tari was daydreaming alone here so I am a samperin. I think Kak Tari again thought something”, he asked curiously. Dancing silent. He was trying to restore his consciousness that had drifted away. Mind blurred. I don't know what happened just now it looks like he just woke up from a dream.

“It was just me talking to Arya, you didn't see her” said Tari trying to give a clarification about what just happened. “Kak Arya, that is, Kak Tari was chatting ma Kak Arya”, this time Reni was surprised by the explanation of Dance. What happened to that upperclassman who was currently acting strangely in front of him. Reni immediately befell him. “Kak Dari yakin”, reni said solemnly. He had to make sure to dance about what happened to him.

“Really Ren, I'm not lying, I just talked Arya ma, keep suddenly you came ngagetin, continue... emm... emm”, the words Dance interrupted. It was as if he did not understand what had just happened. Dance sure there's something weird. There was something strange going on but he himself did not know what it was.

“What did you not see Arya, Ren?. It was here again chatting with me”, said Tari trying her hardest to convince that what happened was not a dream. But an awkwardness soon settled on him. “Where he went, he was just here”, he muttered indistinctly.

“Kak Tari, from earlier I did not see anyone except Kak Tari himself, I came here because I saw Kak Tari who was daydreaming alone”. Reni's heart became alarmed. “What's true, Arya's sister is here. But why don't I see it”, he thought.

The second eye immediately swept around. Dari and Reni make sure that what she sees now is real. Dari wanted to realize her state and show Reni about Arya who had just been here. While Reni was trying to convince that from then on she only saw Dance and there was no one here.

“I'm sure if it was Arya, I still remember her hand. It's not wrong anymore. My hand still feels that tight grip”. Instantly Dance was startled by the sound of her cell phone. He saw there a message from Dinda. Dance read it immediately. His eyes were in disbelief. Quickly he got up and left. “I go first Ren”, he said in a hurry. “But Brother, just a little more bell in”, exclaimed Reni warned him. But late. The dance disappeared from before him. Reni's mind was still raging. What messages make Dari behave strangely and who the sender is.

The sound of the bell resuscitated Reni. He turned around and immediately headed to his class. One thing that sways in his mind is that he didn't see Arya's sister this morning. Usually, Arya's sister will greet him every morning before heading to class. But this time Arya's voice was not heard even the person was not seen at school.

***

All I remember was my hand holding onto the rainwater that fell from the sky. A bright light covered my mind and eyes. A warm atmosphere enveloped me. Strange, why suddenly everything became warm and all white.

I haven't thought about what happened. I remember Dinda. Dinda where are you right now. Shouldn't I be at his house. I realized, wasn't I headed for Dinda's house. And it was raining heavily. Right I remember now.

Dinda can I hold your hand right now. My heart suddenly piqued. Why Dinda always filled my soul cavity. It's not usually like this. It seemed like my whole soul, heart, and mind were fixed on him. I really love him back. I don't know if I don't understand where I am right now.

My forehead feels warm. I felt a peaceful atmosphere but another atmosphere came with it. A restlessness and incongruity shrouded in peace. Isn't it strange that suddenly I feel like I'm not in my own world.

Sure enough, I could feel what was happening. Isn't that real. Some people refuse to think strangely. It's real, but why I'm not one hundred percent sure. There's a small part missing and I don't know it.

Sayup-sayup heard the voice of people calling. ‘Arya, Arya, Arya’. That's myname. But who called me, seems familiar. Oh, my God, that's not Dinda's voice. But why don't I see it. Why is it that only white atmosphere appears around me. “Dinda, you where” is, I let go of my voice hoping he hears. “Dinda, Dinda, I'm here” and the sound disappears into silence.

***

A wet mound of dirt lay in front of Dinda. He was standing in front of the ground. Flower sprinkles that begin to wilt make the atmosphere more somber. A cloud hung at the foot of the sky. A cold wind blew as gently as pierced the skin. The atmosphere was silent but kept screaming.

Dinda wiped away the tears flowing from the corner of her eyes. White handkerchiefs continue to soak every drop of those tears. The sound of crying was coming from his mouth. “No, I can't cry”, her screams in heart.

Yesterday afternoon Dinda was ushered by Tari to the hospital. She didn't know why Tari suddenly took her to the hospital. Dance said that her mother had been very sick for two days and she wanted to see her. As a friend dinda did not reject the invitation of Dance.

But upon arrival there, not her mother Tari who lay weak helpless. Someone Dinda knows, even more than just knows. He lay stiff on the bed. At that moment Dinda was unconscious. He is still trying to reach his mind. Is it true what happened. What he saw was not wrong. Is it true that the one he now sees lying down is dead. She's the one who takes Dinda to breakfast in the cafeteria every morning. And now he's gone and left forever. He always made her smile, although always annoyed with Dinda's behavior all along.

“She, is she really. The one lying there was Aryaku”, his screams when he found out that Arya would no longer be with him from today. Rain drops from the sky. Soft drops of water wet the earth. The rain seems to be aware that, sadness occurs in one corner of the earth. The rain allowed itself to blend in with the sadness.

Someone came and approached Dinda. Water drops no longer hit him. An umbrella prevents drizzling from getting heavier. The man leaned over and grabbed dinda's shoulder. Dinda's body moved upright standing. Without realizing it, a hand slipped gently and clasped his hand. “Din, let's go, let Arya rest easy. He will smile at you all the time. You're the one he's loved all this time”. Dinda looked towards the source of the voice. “Thank you Radit”, said soft dinda.

A final tribute Radit paid to his best friend.The two soon left the place. This time the wind accompanied their departure. And a smile from my lips.