The Indigo Love Story

The Part 10

What then, for what those who feel high-hearted, tread on the weaker, and do not thank all the gifts. Do we not love one another so that nature may be balanced. Not to compete.

*****

This small statue of the ballerina continues to dance around and around following the music that reads, her hair is shaped bun, which men put their hands on one of the hips of the ballerina, their hands are holding each other, and the other is holding each other, staring at each other like lovers who love each other so much, not in vain the famous composer created this music, I mean the composer who has a long name Ludwig Van Beethoven, the music is not devoured by the times, he said, and attract lovers from all over the world.

This music box is a little faded, it looks like it's a long time old, it's Alfath's, I still don't have an answer why he has this little piano music box, it might mean something to him, it might mean something to him, and now that this thing is in my hands, I'm going to give it back to her, but now I've at least protected this thing from the dew of the leaves.

"You look moody... What's wrong?" I forgot to lock the door. Again Fariz entered my room without permission. This room is like his own room.

"They know it, brother..." I looked down, sat in the study chair in front of my laptop, the screen was still on, after downloading the file with pdf format of mathematical material that I think is more complete and easy to understand than the modules shared in school.

"Know what?" Fariz left his body in my bed, his bed was a mess again, when I just tidied it up.

"My identity." my people, turning the legged chair with four wheels under it.

"You mean?" Fariz got up and took a sitting position.

"So at school there was an expert aura reader who came, I was stuck in that situation and finally when the sensor was placed on my finger, they knew the aura that came out was indigo, and now people have figured it out.." Fariz listened well to my words.

"Good then.." apparently Fariz didn't understand what I meant.

"But my school environment is different, sister.they are not the type of people who think anciently, their thinking is only in modern times. Such things would be considered strange and taboo, and gossip in schools usually circulated quickly, their mouths seemed to be made of elastic material, he said, I can be bullied all out and it'll be their months..." I tried to tell Fariz about something going through my mind.

"Why should I be afraid? They just don't know the real you, they just haven't been able to think in ratio.."

"Well, that's why it's big brother." I complain again, to the behead Fariz, who until now has not found a woman suitable for him.

"You're thinking too far, hopefully it doesn't happen that way, think positive, miss." Fariz ruffled my hair, he made trouble again, and went out without any excuse anyway.

At least Fariz was always there for me, keeping me a little quiet about the problems I was facing. Giving me advice with her more mature mind, even though sometimes she's a little childish.

The crescent moon appeared behind the window. Tonight I feel breathless, loving the night. That's what I know from my heart, loving both my parents and Fariz. The rest I still haven't found.

*****

With hesitation I returned to attend extracurricular literature and drama this afternoon. Although still avoiding people because of my difficulties in the social environment, but at least my courage has begun to appear.

I arrived late, the show had already started inside the hall. I entered through the back door to go straight to the seat arrangement. Fortunately, there are many seats that are not occupied. Fariz's words yesterday were right, the fans must have been reduced, there was no caci maki at school, the classmates just looked at me in a different way, but it didn't matter, I've often received such gazes before, the situation outside the classroom is the same as usual, nothing different.

I think everything's safe.

In my backpack, the music box I brought, I might meet Alfath and hand him over. Alfath must be looking for him, but where is he. In the row of senior managers in front there is no visible trunk of his nose. I tried to twist my eyes, he wasn't in this room.

We're not allowed to call him Pak or anything like that, he said we were quite "Kos‟, he didn't mention his full name. He said everyone knew him by that name.

He explained about literature. First of all about regional literature such as poetry, pantun and gurindam. I began to be interested in gurindam, a verse consisting of only two sentences with the suffix of the same pattern. Gurindam which comes from Tamil (India) is kirindam which means parable.

Studying literature with Kos is not boring, whenever his explanations are always peppered with humor, it becomes our entertainment this afternoon. Even though he was old, his taste was still young. From his style of speech to satire for young people today.

But my laughter doesn't seem to last long. Those sitting around me started whispering to each other. I can't hear what they're talking about. They immediately moved and looked for another seat.

My face was washed with vinegar water.

It doesn't seem to be my place anymore. I try to be like them, but they make me want to stop.

Lookingforyou...

at dusk it will turn into night...

but that time was too short...

not giving me a little chance...

let me keep hiding...

someday you'll know who I am...

I chose to leave the hall. It seems like today is my last day to follow the hangar and return Fariz's literary books, telling her they made me a stranger.

No one stopped me or asked me why I was out of the room. Since the movement in the rear hall was not visible from the front, the back door made it easy for me to leave this place.

Across from there, a pair of doors in the distance, in front of him were two pillars like serving as palace guards, I thought hovering at the library, where the students were looking for a source of knowledge, in my backpack, that music box.

Alfath wasn't in the hall, was he there? Looking for her thing that's on me now?

The place intrigued me, not because of the function of the room, but because of the discovery of my new place behind it, there were some shady and quite large trees, there, trees on Bregagh Road in Ireland. I didn't think there was such a beautiful place in the school environment. Why didn't I find him first.

There's nobody, there's no Alfath, maybe he didn't come in today. I opened my backpack zipper, I mean the zipper that was absorbed from that ritssluiting Dutch. Ruffling through the contents and finding the thing I was looking for, a replica of the thing that was a type of grand piano, where that type was the real piano. It has 88 keys, a soaked acoustic box and hammer-tapped strings. It's just that this is just a small replica and it can't be functionalized.

I leaned my back against the back wall of the library, opened the lid cover, the dance couple seemed to be on standby at the top of the piano body.

The music was played, for some reason I liked it so much, the musical composition was so legendary that was created by a deaf composer, according to the story Beethoven died on March 26, 1827.