The Indigo Love Story

The Part 11

Many people wonder who the real figure of Elise who made the title of the song, the story is so mysterious, just like the owner of this music box, he again mastered my cognitive part, again, the questions are like the positive and negative parts of an atom that surround its core. What if the atoms collided, what if mercury had a chance to hit the earth, what would I do? Seeking answers to this curiosity.

"You're the one who took it?" The sound was again propagating on the air waves. Suddenly my mouth was muddled, this time I was caught red-handed again, but my main intention was to protect this thing and then return it later. The sound made me reeling, the lid closed and the music stopped.

"I just want to get this back" I showed him the little piano in my hand, he stood there, put his hands in his pants pocket, his face was flat, apparently he was not good at expression. He didn't respond to anything, just stood there.

"How did you find this place?" he always asks questions.

"Everybody can find it, because this is the school area. I just came by accident when I heard this music that day." I hope he takes this thing and I can go.

"You think everybody is?" He smiled wryly. As soon as I turned pale, I always didn't understand what he was talking about.

"This is yours. I'm just protecting him from dewdrops that can damage his engine." I approached her, thrusting this thing of hers, but she didn't seem to understand. Alfath was still there, with no movement.

"It belongs to my beloved" he said a little firmly. A lover? Turns out he had a lover.

"Take it and give it back to your lover." Cold sweat started to come out from the pores in my palm.

And he still doesn't understand that I want to leave immediately, he's still there, leaving this thing on me.

"But she never touched it, apparently my lover didn't want it, put it back in your backpack." Alfath turned his back, his sneakers looked muddy, apparently coming from a slightly damp place, then left and no longer visible behind the corner of the slightly mossy wall, and a state of affairs again, the tanning mark increases by one, always like this, and the atom pivots again.

*****

I forgot Fariz came home this afternoon, there were no shoes on the shelf, the bike was not in the trunk, there were only pebbles that were knocked out in the yard of his former motorcycle tire, he said, I didn't get to tell him and return his literary book. I could've called her on my phone, but I'd rather talk in person.

The atmosphere of the house is rather quiet, papa has not returned from his workplace, maybe his work is still a lot, not infrequently papa also often overtime. When he wasn't around, we were worried about being home, there were no men to protect, just me and my mom.

I opened the doorknob, the hinges had started to rust because they were old, but the white paint was still awake, with a heart-shaped patch of cork, which was still in the shape of a heart, each of them was intentionally given a letter patch so as to form my nickname.

I threw my body in the maroon, I mean on my bed patterned with leaves. I pulled the zipper part of the backpack and picked up a foreign object that was starting to adapt to me, a replica of that piano, a music box belonging to someone who had suddenly become mysterious in my life.

I looked at a pair of dances that were silent because the keys were not opened. A lover? He said this belonged to his lover, according to rumors circulating Alfath had no lover, the age of this little piano looks old. Does this presumably belong to an Alfath lover in the past? Or maybe he experienced something that traumatized him to be in a relationship with a woman or something like that. I wondered what kind of woman Alfath was saying was her lover.

The hallways of the school have always been my way from front to class or from class to front, through the rooms and wall magazines, the weather is rather cloudy, the clouds are dark gray, the air is dark, it seems like it is raining soon. Luckily I was already at school, so there was no need to fear the rain and run from the front to avoid getting soaked.

I took the HVS paper in the mading, squeezed it and threw it into an aluminum trash can near the mading. Whoever did this, I won't hold a grudge, I just want them to understand and accept me in their environment.

I ran to the classroom, holding my breath, all this was against my will, I never wanted anything like this, I meant that purplish blue aura.

I don't understand why God meant this to me, everything I just went through, he said it was something different, but somehow it was like a whip to me.

Suddenly it was raining, I was alone in class, tears of annoyance I was holding out at last too, I supported my head with both wrists pinning each other down on the table, blowing it all away.

I tried to accept all the facts, trying to stop the water coming out through that lacrimation process.

Something made me stop.

The scented scent propagated in the air and was inhaled by my sense of smell, the smell was soothing, like a therapeutic scent, I tried to recognize the smell again, it seemed not far from here. It might have been the smell of the tulips yesterday that I put under the table, but it's been two days, it should have started to wither and the fragrance was gone, apparently the owner didn't look for it anymore and let the flower rot under my desk.

I looked down at the situation under the table, the flowers had withered, but there was another new flower there, the same tulip and the same piece of pink paper beside it, it's just a different form of paper.

I took the flower, the flower that mysteriously was under the square object where I was supporting my forehead just now, the flowers looked fresh, there was still dew on the petals, looks like someone just put it down before I came, who put it here? Someone who did it intentionally. If this was given to me, why not just give it to me?

*****

People are running around out there, avoiding the rain, the rain is still falling even though it has begun to subside, I don't care about those who enter the classroom, I would only get a look like a lock if I dared to look at them, I picked up my peanut butter loaf from the food box, and this time I let ptyli and emylase help him.

*****

I walked down my head around the basketball court, hoping to get out of the school that was keeping me from feeling at home. Sometimes I raise my gaze to make sure my steps are right and not to bump into something in front.

But every time I raised my eyes every time I saw people whispering to each other and looking at me with their wry smiles, and there were laughing people behind me.

"Don't come near! He said the indigo child had a genie residing in him." Instantly the insult was like an arrow stuck in my ear. I wanted to get angry and stop them, but I couldn't do it.

I continued in my footsteps, assuming they were people who did not understand axiology, studies that studied those values, especially about ethics, and lastly, could not keep the tongue. My chest warmed up, the heat rose until the evaporation process in my eyes. Fortunately I'm not an ostrich that tends to commit suicide. God gave me heart and mind, through that facility I thought my life would go on even slowly.

There were a few pairs of legs that stopped my steps, the color of the feminine socks, skirts above the knees, wrists that crossed each other to close the tie emblem. I just raised my eyes enough to get there. One of them raised my chin with his hand.