The Indigo Love Story
The Part 13
I don't know if I can survive being treated like this all the time, stamped as a freak, shunned by people, said to be a pesky carrier, or something like that, it all started that day, the day I got stuck on some kind of scanning device and the monitor. Blue-purple, indigo, indigo, words that always make me feel gloomy, I closed my eyes while ending everything following Mr. Zaid's steps through the school hallways.
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"Look Naumi, this is a letter from the service, he said the mathematical olympiad will be held, the participants' condition is from class 10 or class 11, the participants' condition is from class 1, and I see your maths academic grades better than the other students, so I thought you were the one who was supposed to represent our school, you want to?" clearly he. We sat on the sofa in the teacher's room, with a living table with a vase of flowers on it.
"When is the dream?" I'm kind of interested in the offer.
"2 weeks away." Then Mr. Zaid offered me a letter given from the service.
2 weeks? It seems like a perfect time to prepare everything, remember the formula, also understand the concepts, only I have a little difficulty in the discussion of logarithms.
I take the letter and will understand the requirements of the participants later, at least if I win the Olympics I will raise my degree in this school and maybe be able to reduce all the abuse.
"You go first, son, I want to be taken care of for a little while, maybe you're a little late, you just do the math practice.." "Yes sir, then excuse me" I threw a smile at him and went out of the teacher's room.
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All the classes looked quiet, no classes were empty, all were active during class hours, I liked this situation, there were no students outside the classroom, and I was certain I was spared from it, I mean the bulian and the insult.
The place caught my attention again, the library keeper was seen walking towards the school cafeteria, I traced the grassy ground, the grass looked wet, I passed a small gutter and pulled over on the side of the wall, I miss the atmosphere there, the atmosphere with the trees like in Brega Roads.
I hid myself behind the back wall of this library, and met again with a place that I liked, even though it was not only me, but there was someone who used to be here first, the school idol.
For some reason I chose to skip class after place, I wonder why this place is so beautiful, the trees may have been planted decades or a century ago, I usually lean my back against the back wall of the library with the classical music, but this time I didn't bring the music box.
I tried to approach the trees I had never touched before, the large veins of the tree trunk added to this tree to be priceless, under some trees I felt so cold, I felt so cold, the soil is somewhat moist and the sediment of foliage that has dried up and merged with the soil becomes compost. It's a little dark, the school's wire barrier looks rusty because of the deposits, there are parasites attached there are also algae plants. Look mossy, they look at home in the same place, maybe amoba also a lot habitat here, too, it is possible that they all perform mutual symbiosis on one medium and then mutually benefit from each other.
Either the story of what lies behind this place, or indeed the naturally occurring space cycle.
"Don't go too far down the trees." There was always something that suddenly, I turned my head and Alfath was there, I hadn't seen him in a few days, but that doesn't mean I missed him. I don't know, I still don't understand that kind of stuff, which I know makes me want to find out, that's all.
"Why is that?" I walked away from the trees and stepped closer to the foundation where Alfath was standing.
"It's okay, maybe there's a stinger in there. You're always here, why?" he asked again.
"Since I like the atmosphere, why did you suddenly come?
Isn't your class studying?" Alfath smiled wryly, as usual, his cold face, with both of his hands purposely stuffed into the pockets of his pants, but there was one different one, he was not wearing the gray pants of High School today.
"Because of seeing you here.you better stop skipping Zaid's lessons before he goes to your class.." Alfath turned his body around and left me with another question mark, he saw me here? He knows I skipped Zaid's class? How did he know that? Why does he always come suddenly and just leave. His face was ice-cold to the point that it was so stiff for expression, unreadable and difficult to describe.
"Hey..." Aldo suddenly startled me and stopped my steps from the front as I circled the basketball court after school, smiling at the look on my face.
"You again." I continued my steps, and apparently he followed me.
"You busy in the afternoon?" he held next to the handle of the bag on his right shoulder, while the other was left untied.
"I mean I want to take you away. You're not busy, are you?" going away?
A man I just met took me away, isn't this something that feels foreign to me. I've never been with a boy friend before.
"I don't think I can, sorry.."
"Why?" he was still blocking my way out of the school gate.
"I'm just not used to it, I'd rather be at home, enjoying my own time.." I tried to explain myself to him, I hope he understands part of me.
"Then let me get you used to it.." Aldo kept persuading, he always forced his will. But this time I really can't. Just look at him, his sports car, his fashionable dress, the jacket he wears branded imported goods, surely he will also visit places of class, classy, the place that used to be the place of rich kids. And it'll just make me awkward, I'll just embarrass him.
Sometimes love is like an axiom...
An acceptable statement of truth without proof...
Then what are the lovers who demand evidence for...
Love itself comes for no reason...
The existence of love is always touted as something
The samar...
and sometimes it is love itself that hides its existence...
"Naumi..." Mama called out to me from the outside, who was looking for me when I was messing around in the room this afternoon. I tied my hair with hair ties, wearing a pair of soft flannel-made room sandals, with a brown and cream-colored base on the cover, at least these sandals protected me from the cold tiles.
I came out of the room, mama was talking to someone in the living room, maybe that person who was mentioned looking for me just now, I stroked my eyes because it was a little itchy, it may be caused by a small stinger or dust particles. I went to the sink in the kitchen to wash my face.
"I'm not in class with Naumi's aunt, but our class is next to each other." The guest spoke to mom, his voice sounding all the way to the kitchen though it wasn't very clear. Neighborly? Someone said that his class was next to mine?
I continue my steps through the wall between the living room and the living room, Aldo? Suddenly my tutoring was instantly gone, why was he here?
"I can take Naumi out, right, auntie?" Out out? Aldo asked my mom for permission to take me, didn't I tell her I couldn't. The donator's son, the persuader, forces others to follow his will, infuriating.
"Oh yes, as long as the house is not too late, son Aldo." mama allowed it before asking me first, then their eyes were on me, then their eyes were on me,
"But ma.." I pulled over, I didn't want to go out of the house and go with the persuader.
"Go away. There's no harm in ever going out of the house.." mama defended her, Aldo's smile floating after that.
And I finally did it, not because of Aldo, but because of mama.
