The Indigo Love Story

Part 12's

"You're the one who's called an indigo kid, right?" That's the school jutek, Safrina. All my body felt cold stiff, I grasped both my hands trying to give strength to myself.

"Oh yeah I remember, you were the one at the table with the dikantin Alfath, right?" He drew his face closer to me, I was deathly pale, and at once my body was like a cadaver, that preserved corpse, I could not answer anything, because my jaw was in the grip of his hand.

I just shook my head, it hurt, I wanted him to take his hand off my jaw.

"What is your relationship with Alfath?" once again he kept asking, and this time he took his hand off my face, I gasped, my breath becoming irregular.

"I didn't know who he was. He was running out of seats at the time." - my voice was so trembling.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" safrina's voice was starting to sting.

I just nodded my head. My body is trembling.

"Don't bother him!" suddenly there was a voice from the defense, behind me, but I didn't know who.

Safrina smiled wryly raising her eyeballs and pointed at the person behind me. Safrina brought her steps closer to me, and brought her mouth closer to my right ear.

"Look! That Alfath is my lover" he whispered. I don't know, I don't think about anything else, the most important thing is that Safrina's gone. I took a deep breath calming myself from the jutek.

"You okay?" I forgot to look around and forgot someone stopped Safrina's cruelty just now.

I turned around, Aldo? The donator's son was there, with his hair in disarray, although I didn't like his babbling sometimes, but this time he did. But why is he here? Shouldn't he be with those people, those who laugh at me and throw away those scorn.

"Don't mind them." His smile floated, I was still confused, the electronic dictionary in my brain suddenly there was a disturbance and could not find the word "thank you‟. But he didn't seem to ask me to say it.

"Hey..!!" he moved his palm a few fingers away from my face. I'm renegotiated.

"You're still traumatized, right? I'll take you home." I raised my eyes a little. And his face looked just like when we were in front of the fruit shop a few days ago.

"B-but.." I tried to dodge.

"Come on. Let's just say it's your thanks because I saved you again just now," and this time he said the same thing at that time.

Aldo pulled my wrist, we took the limelight, Aldo was a displeased person at this school because of his father, and now he's going to take me home, isn't he afraid of his priorities coming down at this school? Was he not afraid that he would be considered as despicable as me? Looks like next time I'd better avoid this donator's son, I don't want him to be a victim of moons because of me.

*****

"Why are you doing this?" the question was then thrown out of my mouth as we headed our way home, to my house which was quite far from school.

"You think everything's the same?" He looked back for a moment, then concentrated on the streets

"For me it's natural, God does predestine people differently, and that's what you're destined for." I gulped, lowered my head a little, I bowed my head, it turns out that there is a man like Aldo in the midst of those gossipers and visitors.

I turned my attention behind the window, looking at the arrangement of the buildings there.

The weather is hot, the air looks dusty, the trees are also rarely seen, they are busy taking care of work and building various kinds of facilities, but there is something forgotten, the world's oxygen, the earth's atmosphere, and so on, everything that is behind the skin of the earth that demands to be treated as it should be.

"Thank you." The word finally got out of my mouth. "For what?" Aldo.

"For all this." I still dare not speak while looking into his eyes, I don't know when I speak while looking down like this. "Thank you is not enough." Aldo cleared his throat, his gaze focused forward, his speech just sounded flat making me back stiff and muffled.

*****

The man with his black sports bike, being there, in the small park across the complex, as usual, without taking off his helmet or taking down a bit of his identity, his gaze was on us, he said, apparently he can recognize me behind the windshield.

Aldo pulled his car over and slammed the steering wheel to the right, entered the gate of the complex, I saw the man with the glass covered, we circled the complex street, we were, he's still behind the back windshield.

"What do you see?" Aldo asked, his forehead looked sweaty, maybe because the weather was hot and in the car was stuffy, he said his car AC was damaged.

"It's okay." I said, then I turned my eyes and returned to the position as before.

My yard was visible from the front, we were in front of a simple wooden fence, mama was sweeping on the terrace, then our arrival interrupted his work. I came out from behind the car door, Aldo remained on the seat with the steering wheel in front of him.

"Tell your friend to come in first Mi!" aloud mama from the terrace, Aldo opened the car door next to her and exited.

"I just go home with my aunt, maybe Naumi needs a break after this." Aldo lowered his head slightly and raised it again, his friendly smile then made mama also return his smile.

A lover? Is it true what Safrina said? If that's true, then this music box is his, and what if he finds out that it's on me?

I just kept mumbling in my heart, and my new habit, I always looked at this music box before I went to bed and enjoyed the music, made me forget everything, forget about that purplish blue, she said, about how bad I was at school, and about something that hasn't been answered.

Tomorrow is Saturday, I'm confused about whether I should go to school or not, avoid that humiliation or face it and hold my emotions in there, and unfortunately tomorrow there's a math lesson, so what Mr. Zaid said if there are students who do not follow the lesson.

This music box just keeps lying next to my pillow, the dance couple who continue to surround the piano body never look tired, making my eyes ask permission to sleep immediately.

*****

Another tulip, another pink carton, under my desk, someone put it before my arrival, or maybe after school when things were quiet. This flower is obviously a tulip flower, but the paper?

Compile the paper just any, there is another side that is cut using scissors, now there are 3 pieces of paper, such as irregular puzzle pieces.

I put everything on the table, 2 withered flowers and 1 fresh flower, it seems I have to keep it until the other flowers are no longer in my desk drawer mysteriously.

*****

"Naumi, can you come to the office for a minute?" mr. Zaid suddenly walked up to me to my seat while I was doing math practice.

"Yes, sir" I followed him to the classroom door, I don't know why he asked me to go there.

"It's definitely because of his indigo and maybe he'll be scored because of the school's big-shot maker." I received it back from one of my classmates, and then they laughed, laughing at me at will.

I ducked down and pushed myself out of this class, if I got bullied out there, it's light, but getting insulted from my own classmates, it hurts more.