The Indigo Love Story

The Part 19

"I've only been on the bus this time" he spoke, his gaze forward, his gum bubbling and then smashing into his mouth, and again chewing again and again.

I just kept quiet, stunned to see him, I didn't say anything, I still doubt he was talking to me or to anyone else over there.

"my father was broke, our economy was in crisis" he continued to speak, as soon as his gaze turned to me, I gulped, he told me his personal problems, isn't that a family matter that shouldn't be told to others. If it's not wrong he's my senior, majoring in social knowledge, it's just that I don't know his name.

He looked at me, he,

"you're Naumi, right?" finally he spoke by staring at his interlocutor, and he called my name? I smiled, obviously one school knew me.

"yes sister" I slightly lowered my head, feeling inferior before her, perhaps in her mind just like them, about that blue to purple-gluand.

"let's call me Zoya, don't call me sister"

I nodded slowly, though,

"I know your name from the identification on your uniform, you look comfortable on the bus, you're used to it?" he spoke again. "Yes, I always take the bus every morning or after school" then I smile. Apparently he didn't know about the gossip, or pretended not to know, but that's okay, at least there's someone who doesn't visit me like they're paparazzi.

*****

"I go first" I'm sorry because the bus stops at the next stop, near the gate of my compound.

This senior brother with his dinginya face slightly smiled then unboredly returned to chewing the gum in his mouth.

I crossed the sidewalk, the weather was a bit shady, apparently the sun was ashamed to appear today.

Oh my...

Across the street, the same guy with his black sports bike, kind of lost sight of me when I found out he was there. I kept looking at him, and he got a little agitated, then started the engine.

I wish I could see him and know his identity, at least I can remember how he looked, but he didn't give me the slightest gap. The man started gripping the gas lever, stepped on the bottom pedal of his motor, and just left from my sight.

I was still stunned, staring across the street, looking at the existence of the mysterious man who had disappeared.

Without me noticing there were some people staring at me from across there, looking at me who was dumbfounded like someone who was confused.

I immediately noticed it, and immediately went through the gates of the complex.

*****

This classical music back I listen, his voice still looks clean, even though I often open the lid, apparently the battery power is quite strong.

I remember what happened back then, when near Bregagh Roads, I mean behind the library, I didn't understand what it meant, or maybe it was an impingement? But why did he do that. A few days ago Safrina once said that she was Alfath's lover, and if that's true, it means this music box is hers. I can't seem to let this thing stay with me.

I am still confused tomorrow I have to go to school or not, I have missed the lesson for 2 days yesterday, actually it is detrimental, but want how else.

*****

"Naumi??" mama knocked on the door from the outside while I was still busy with my mathematical formulas. I took the balpoin out of my hand immediately.

Slowly the door opened,

"Mi. lately mama saw you were thinking too hard, mama's premonition like something bad happened to you" I fell silent as mama said that.

It felt like there was something in my chest, I didn't want to make him sad because of this problem that happened to me, but it doesn't seem wrong if I say it to mama, maybe he will suggest something good to solve this problem.

"Ma, Naumi was stamped as an indigo kid at school" my voice was a bit trembling.

Mama grabbed my arm, I gulped.

"Then?" He allowed me to talk again, "they were spying on me .." I said somewhat doubtfully, I was afraid to make my mother sad.

"How did all this happen?" mama frowned. "At that time there was an expert aura reader who came to the school, Naumi had already tried to dodge, but late, they saw a different, purplish-blue aura that was visible on the monitor screen, after that one school found out.." my boy.

My mom hugged me, made me feel calmer.

"Mama understands, but why didn't you talk about it from the beginning?" "I'm sorry Naumi Ma.." I closed my eyes in my arms, I felt her warm hands and body, removing the coldness of my fear and worry.

"You want to change schools?" my mom offered something.

Moving out? I did think there, but it was hard, there was something heavier than that, about questions that were either never answered or there was no answer.

"Naumi will think about it first Ma..." At least I appreciate his advice, however mama would not want to see me slumped with this kind of situation.

Sometimes we have to see something first...

Arid posture or soft...

But unfortunately there is something good at changing the color...

It's hard to recognize and hard to tell...

I decided to go to school today, in my backpack, the thing that contained "Fur Elise‟ that I deliberately brought, I intended to return it, if he does not want to be returned, I will force, I will force, I don't want this thing hanging out with me.

In my mind still porous words mama, her offer to change schools, today might be my last day at school if my determination is round, or I will continue to endure facing everything.

Today I'm not normal, I don't mean me, but it's not like I used to, I don't come early, or avoid people anymore.

Private cars lined up in front, there were identical sentences, shiny colors, famous brands.

I continued my steps towards the school area, although a bit hesitant, but this time I had started to vent.

My step stopped for a moment when I was near the picket, looking at the empty basketball court with leaves strewn beside it, the janitor had not removed it from there, or it had been cleaned, he said, then the withered leaves just fell back because of the wind. Busy students just come to school, some have come and are busy chatting on the terrace, the tendency of women.

Unfortunately my class was at the end, there were three paths I could choose, walking in the middle of the basketball court, pulling over between the court and those socialite classes, he said, or worse, passing through the school hallways right in front of their classes. And that third choice I can't choose.

Finally I chose to step on the edge of the basketball court, although the distance was rather close to the class of socialites. Instead of being the center of attention walk alone in the middle of a basketball court.

The sight I found again today, those who were there, on the ceramic that looked rather warm, whispered to each other and looked at me from top to toe.