The Indigo Love Story
The Part 18
He started smiling and started to get close, just smiling wryly, then passed us into the hospital, did he get sick? Or there is a need to sacrifice school hours.
*****
"You sick?" I sat in the living room, he came again, this donator boy.
"No" I shook my head slowly,
"Then?" he moved his face slightly and raised both eyebrows, I clenched my teeth, stole my breath.
"It's okay.." I looked down, it's been 2 days I didn't attend school, I'm not ready, to face something bad again.
"We go yuk!!" his tone was a little excited, but my logic spontaneously refused, I wouldn't be stuck like yesterday again when he took me to the bar.
"But I can't. I just want to rest at home, I don't want to go anywhere" I explained. I hope he no longer forces or asks for a defense from my mother.
He looks a little disappointed, but I'm really not feeling well. Not physically, but spiritually.
"I'm sorry."
My foot stepped on this place again, last night I got a short message from Mr. Zaid, today I was asked to meet him at the office, and with my unstable state I put myself in the place of these paparazzi. The school hallways, the flowers hanging from the roof and the uniform I really longed to wear.
My desk is still neat, it's just the location of the chair that changed, the last time I was here, the chair I put forward to almost stick to the table and close the drawer, the drawer, it seems like there was someone who occupied it when I didn't go to school or someone who deliberately shifted it.
Something was detected by my smell, I looked down and peeked under the table, the color clearly visible in that slightly dark place again, I mean white. The pigment that the tulip petals have, and I love it. He was there, along with two other stalks that had started to wither, someone kept putting them down when I was absent from this class. Something fell to the floor as I grabbed the three stalks, the pink paper, I forgot about it, get this paper and tulips always one package, and now the number of flowers is already 7 stalks with his football buddy, he said, find the pink cardboard paper.
"You're mad at me?" there was a voice greeting me, it sounded slow but I could take it. I turned my head and Alfath was there, I haven't seen him in a few days since I was in the hospital at the time, he's always neat with his clothes clearly out in the iron, but this time it's a bit shabby, and so is the tie, he's like a kid who used to be called into the counseling room for doing a case, but I believe, Alfath is not that kind of man.
"angry? You don't have a problem with me" I changed my sitting position, took a rather comfortable state, but I was always stiff, stiff every time I met him.
"The incident here a few days ago, I think I've caused trouble. I'm sorry" he took off his crossed wrists and left without excuse, without words, and subconsciously left a question mark. My forehead shriveled, letting someone just walk away and letting this scene in front of me go unanswered, behind the library, a replica of Bregagh Roads, shaded and dim.
I still don't understand, how did this place exist and I found it, at first I thought it was natural, but what about the incident when I brought Aldo here at that time?
Didn't something strange suddenly hit me? And someone thinks I'm lying.
But for some reason I can't leave this place, its incredible appeal, at least I'm scared or traumatized to this place again because of some incident that has happened, she said, but I did not feel the slightest bit like that, this place was in accordance with my instincts, and met my criteria.
*****
"This is a letter given by the committee, there are data on the assessment criteria and a list of the title of the material to be contested" Mr. Zaid proffered about three sheets of paper deliberately in the steps. I picked it up, the paper moved because my hands were still trembling, fortunately I immediately brought it closer to my body.
"You've done your preparations, haven't you?" mr. Zaid interrupted as I turned my gaze back to the paper that was now in my hands.
"Yes sir" I said hesitantly, some days I do not say hello to the paper and scribbles of the formulas even though the material has been prepared. The disturbance hasn't gone away, and it just escalated again.
*****
"You like it?" i'm shocked. Alfath had suddenly been near the teacher's room when I intended to return to the classroom. My body still feels cold, just like before, and I'm still confused.
Alfath slightly lowered his gaze peeking at my lowered face.
"Who?" I can finally say something.
She smiled wryly, "the man you used to be with?"
I frowned, my lips were still mute, what did he mean by the son of the donor.
He smiled wryly again when I had not answered his question,
"You don't seem to be following the sanggar anymore?" "I quit," my boy.
Alfath.
Putting both hands in her pants pocket, her shoulders slung against the wall under the window, I felt uncomfortable, this was in front of the teacher's room, and I didn't like being the center of attention, the school idol spoke to a trending topic.
"Excuse me." I passed through his right shoulder, not caring about the views I had to pass in front of it, it seemed like I had to isolate my hearing for a while, unfortunately there was no such thing here.
*****
The bus atmosphere when I went home from school that I had missed, this morning papa insisted on picking me up, but I refused, I was at a stop near the school gate, patiently waiting for the bus that would take me home, there are only a few students here, in a matter of fingers, just look at those who pass by with shiny luxury cars, not to forget the personal driver.
The atmosphere of the bus was a bit loose, I was sitting in my favorite place, the very back, after which there was someone sitting next to me, the student who was at school with me, his hair was short and tied, and he was very close, his sleeves were deliberately folded so that it was shorter than before, his backpack was patterned with an abstract skull, no feminine. He's a bit tomboyish, with the gum he always chews.
