The Indigo Love Story

The Part 20

I don't understand what they see of me, I don't understand what's in it.

This kind of situation I encountered from the terrace to the terrace that I passed, even when I was on my own porch, my classmates, as well as the troops in this cold war, they made their own war, war on the side, and I never agreed.

At least I started to feel alive in my place, these chairs and tables, two things that I think can merge with my soul, they come from nature, they are, I think they also have life and vibrations from the cycle, and then they produce waves recorded in my brain. It's not really a brain, but there's something deeper than that, it's just that I don't know what to call it.

Something made me find out, under the table, about the tulips and the paper concoction, I looked down to find her whereabouts, and nothing, no white and pink is always that one package. Apparently yesterday was the last package, everything I kept well in a box that I put at the bottom of a small closet near my bed.

*****

"Sir, can I talk to you?" I stopped Mr. Zaid's steps when he was at the door when the lesson was over.

"Well, what's the matter, son?" he answered my question with a good response.

"There's something I need to talk to my dad about" I hope he can take a moment for me.

"Is there a problem with the olympics?" mr. Zaid was trying to guess what I wanted to talk about.

"No sir, but something important"

He was silent and seemed to think for a moment.

"Well, you can meet me at the second break in the teacher's room" "Thank you sir" and it seems impossible to talk about that in a crowded situation in front of a class like this.

*****

I lost my hearing, I couldn't hear my surroundings, there was something that diverted everything, filled my tympanic membrane, the sound of the reverberation shook, I was disturbed to the point of tensing some nerves in my head.

I rubbed my face with both palms, at least reducing the pain in my head, I did not care about the situation in class anymore, a situation that has become my daily meal.

But his voice didn't stop, and here I didn't get anything that could stop him.

*****

People are scattering outside. Including here, near the library, I could only see everything without hearing, the sound was like thick cotton, becoming a barrier wall that could not be penetrated by sound waves.

I care nothing but my interest, about the place, I am like the object and the core of the earth, when the object is thrown as far as possible, then the magnetic power so great from the core of the earth will attract me strong.

And the voice stopped, when the trees were in front of my eyes, I was snarled, did the sound come from this place? Is there a signal or a message behind it?

There was the sound of footsteps stepping on the small rocks, some female students were there, I was caught off guard, maybe they would think something about why I was here.

They led to where I was, but there was no response, just staring from there like looking for something.

"Nobody is." One of them spoke.

Then they turned around and left from there leaving behind the library.

What are they looking for, no one? Obviously I'm here, am I invisible to them? And about this place, when I brought Aldo here and the tree didn't exist, was I like the tree, something invisible behind a thin, opaque membrane, something like being at the turning point of the eye, its existence does exist, but the pupil and cornea cannot scan it.

*****

He was stunned, maybe my words just surprised him.

"You moved house?" he was rather serious, unfortunately his thinking about it was wrong.

"No sir" I'm confirming.

"Then?" mr. Zaid raised both his eyebrows to guess my reason.

My brain rotated, I was confused looking for excuses and where should I start, I couldn't possibly say I wanted to move because of the purplish blue.

I bowed silently.

"You got a problem with someone?" He asked again, not someone, but everyone, yes, all the students in the school that I really didn't want to leave, not because of the subject, or because of the school, or because of the school, but because of that place, a place that has always been my tranquility, where I feel alive in it, without the hustle and sociality of the world.

I shook my head.

"I can't say it sir, maybe one day you'll find out, I'm sorry sir." At least I feel guilty for not being able to say the matter to him, but how else, if I say it, it's the same as me asking for defense from Mr. Zaid for their actions.

"When do you want to move?"

"Fastly sir" this time I spoke rather stoically, not because I was ready, but to cover my weight in there, as if no problem had begun to take away my joy.

Mr. Zaid sighed. "But what about the olympics?" "I'll move after the Olympics, sir, take it easy." I smiled, easing his anxiety at the plan we had agreed on.

The bell rang a few minutes ago, I was late to class, from the classroom looked quiet, there was only one class that was not busy studying, next to my class, class 11 IPA 2. That's Aldo's class, the son of the donor, a few days ago he took me out of the house but I refused.

I continued my steps.

There were students near the door, with their backs behind me.

"You've taken her to that bar, and yesterday you failed, embarrassing" one of the male students standing at the door was seen talking to someone in the classroom. I was horrified to hear the one word I had visited because of Aldo's compulsion at that time.

"This time you lose a bet" one student I don't recognize said something else. A wager? I slowed down my steps so I could listen to their conversation.

"What if I could take him to the discotheque, how much would you bet?" and I recognized that voice, Aldo's persuader.

"2 million, I'm brave with that number and if you don't make it you'll have to put our money back on yesterday's bet."

They sound laughing and noisy.

"What if you fall in love with that indigo?" my distance is getting closer to where they are, but they don't know I'm here because of the walls that limit.

I felt something wanting to overflow and burn from within, my anger.

"No way, I was just using that indigo child" I ran all the way to my classroom, holding something that trampled on me, casually treating me as a betting tool, he said, from the beginning I did feel something strange to him, only he was always kind and wrapped all my incongruities and thoughts towards him. It made me start believing, and then he just threw it away.

"Naumi??" there was a scream behind me, it was Aldo's voice.

Free, I already know the reason, and it is certain that he will not win the bet, because the tool he bet has been invalid, the system and password is not quartz, the system and password is no longer, and he could no longer use as he pleased.