The Indigo Love Story

Part 1's

After the Eiffel tower of Paris, after the Taj Mahal of India, the beautiful in this world are memories..

Whether it's a time of happiness or bitterness, but really it will feel beautiful when we remember it.

But what if those memories don't exist?

How can I smile given the cycle of time that I didn't involve me in?

Time and the world simultaneously answer there, but my heart says there is none.

I passed through the hallways of the school, stepping alone to let the displays in the wall magazine pay homage because I came the earliest. This ceramic floor looks cold. The other students had not come to step on him and keep him warm.

My good habit, come early. So that the bus I was riding was not full and jejal. To avoid the traffic jam. Even though my real reason is not that. I always arrive early to avoid people. I mean, senior brothers where I have to pass their classes to get to my classes that are on the other end.

For some reason in this school, female students mostly come from socialites. They only look at a person by appearance, guessing the price, and the brand that others use. If it is cheap, it will have condescending views.

I actually don't like that kind of situation. I simply close my eyes and keep my sense of empathy deep in there, deep in my heart. I can't imagine God's anger when I know of a creature that values the world only by price. God's anger toward man is incompatible with the teachings of conscience.

*****

The break bell rang, I wasn't going out of class, I purposely brought toast smeared with my favorite peanut butter. Being in my backpack, the brown backpack my father gave me as a birthday gift a few months ago, there my food box is tucked between several textbooks and textbooks today. It seemed to be something foreign from all my books, something that was not made of paper and not a school tool.

My food box, my body's function savior in the digestive tract at rest.

There was a echo near my ear, a voice I had heard so many times, so clear as to disguise the voices of my classmates or their laughter. I tried to cover my ears with both palms, uncluttered, her voice too clear, even clearer than usual.

"Naumi..." He patted me on the shoulder, my best friend since the 1st semester, Clara. My little friend, her height is 6 centimeters below me, her hair is curly hair is processed salon, Clara is a child blasteran, her mother is German, her papa is native to ethnic Indonesia.

I was lucky to meet him in this class, I had no friends before, I was more happy to be alone, but Clara was able to make me friends. Clara was different from my other friends, she was fun, our conversation wasn't about brands or prices, even though she was from the rich.

I was shocked when he called my name. "You look confused, what's up?" Apparently Clara was watching me from earlier.

I'm the kind of person who doesn't share problems with others. But this problem has happened to me several times. Clara's my closest friend, maybe this time I can share something.

"Have you heard anything just now?" I finally found a question to start the conversation.

"A cheering from the basketball court?" Clara tried to guess the answer to my question.

"No, but the sound of the echoing echo, whether it was from where, yet so clearly heard.." I tried to explain the characteristics of the voice that always bothered me.

"No..." Clara shook her head. "Maybe you've heard Mi wrong..."

Instantly I gasped, how could that loud voice not be heard by Clara, not even just now that no one in this class could be seen hearing it.

"We go to the canteen!!" impulsively Clara pulled my hand so I could get out of my seat.

"But Ra.." I held off Clara's hand.

"Can I sit here? The seat in this canteen was already full.." the masculine voice suddenly crept in the air and entered my hearing room without excuse.

I twisted my neck in a rotational motion, ascertaining whether the sound waves were on me or not. The first thing I saw was a piece of tie whose tip formed a 120-degree angle, neatly tied around the collar of his shirt.

Oh my..!!

That's Alfath, the idol at this school, now he seems to be right in front of me. I gasped but still put on an expressionless face. "So I can sit here, right?" He asked the question a second time, slightly bowed his body and brought his face closer to me.

"May.." that one word came out of my mouth spontaneously, without any demonstration or words that could be classified into a hyperbola set.

Her smile was stiff as I let her sit next to me, she was a bit pale, pale like a sick person or more to a frightened person. Maybe he's late for a meal or anxious because the canteen is full.

I don't know. while I'm still expressionless. This creature is too handsome, physical can be categorized as almost perfect, too charming, too popular, that's all I know, the rest I do not have data or information about him, including his long name.

"Mi..??" Clara nudged my left elbow.

"It looks like we're the center of attention here." he whispered.

Then I tried to find out the truth about what Clara said.

I look around and look around me. The cynical spies were drawn from each of their faces, making us feel piqued. I think this is a natural thing, Alfath is right, the seat here is full and only the seat next to me is empty, what's wrong with doing good for others. I was also busy with my food and did not take advantage of this idol. I don't idolize it either, I mean I don't idolize anyone.

I turned my attention back to eating my ordered meatballs, enjoying the aroma that uploads tastes, I breathed the soup sprinkled with celery leaves are high in antioxidants, it seems I will be addicted to this meatball.

Is Clara gonna take me to this cafeteria again tomorrow, or am I gonna sneak in alone. But. I do not guarantee, my mind does not guarantee for courage of it. Simple thing to do, but hard for me.

I don't know where they were, about my childhood with my parents or closest relatives, about my SD or Junior High friends. Things that concern my happiness or vice versa, such as important events. They don't exist, in short, there's no sheet, and I admit I'm 17. Mom used to tell stories, but still. How I was in a cycle of time that I thought didn't involve me in it, time and the world that answered simultaneously existed, but my heart said there wasn't.

Without me realizing that the senior who was next to me was no longer there. I don't know when he went away, disappeared just like a glance like in a magic trick of illusionist flow. He didn't say anything just now or some kind of thank you.

*****

"You're lucky to be by her side, and then to be able to look at her as you please..." Clara's views turned cynical.

I chuckle.

"Why indeed?"

"Obviously you make me jealous" she grumbled.

"Why am I not in your position..."

"What happened to my position? Isn't that normal?" my spoken.