The Indigo Love Story

The Part 22

Today I'm going back to a school that's starting to feel foreign to me. If Mr. Zaid hadn't asked for my presence, I wouldn't have come.

"Today is Olympic day" said Mr. Zaid I have to be on time at 8 am.

I was sitting in the living room in the teacher's room, but it was bounded by a pink wall, at least I was a bit sheltered here, as advised by Mr. Zaid, he said if I didn't want to be in class, I can wait for him here.

There were some teachers who came after that, maybe I was a little seen as they passed through this wall, some looked at me as if they were looking for something, and I understood, just like the students out there, it's just that they're adults who are more mature in their thinking and have different viewpoints.

*****

Mr. Zaid opened the back door of the car and allowed me to enter, then he went to the steering wheel, but he did not close the door where I had entered just now, I shifted my body and approached the car door, I held the handle and intended to close it.

"Don't close the door!" I don't know why Mr. Zaid banned me.

I returned to my original position and left the door open.

"Let's get in! We'll be late." He was half screaming, like talking to someone out there.

There was the sound of someone running from a distance.

"Sorry sir" he gasped, then Mr. Zaid started to turn on his car engine.

I turned, he chuckled, Alfath? Why is he here too.

Alfath immediately got into the car and closed the door, and now he was sitting on my left, a little sweaty, and a little agitated in a hurry.

Mr. Zaid pulled the gas pedal and we left the school area.

Along the way I did not say anything to him, occasionally Mr. Zaid asked about the Olympics I only answered him briefly and with the words "iya‟. So did Alfath, crossing his wrists under his chest that looked square, not talking, not smiling, nothing, no expression.

We headed to the Education Office in this city, according to the Olympic discourse will be held in the hall.

"You didn't take Safrina, did you?" Mr. Zaid started the conversation and obviously the question was aimed at Alfath.

"No sir, I think I'm alone enough as a representative" now he's a bit expressionless.

A representative? Maybe this idol really has a need, at least I know he has a purpose why he is here.

*****

"Come in, and look for a place that you think is comfortable" he said something from behind me as I stood before the door of this large hall room, staring at the large number of participants already there, some of them wear glasses, look like people who have high intelligence.

I turned to him, to someone who was said to be an idol in this school, he smiled and did not forget his habits, put both his hands in his pants pocket.

I nodded slowly, then looked back into the room, "They look smart, I feel nothing" my friends. "Smart?" he smiled wryly "it's smart to see from the looks of ya?" it makes me chuckle.

Then there was something warm on my shoulder, Alfath put his hand there.

Come in, and find a place you think is comfortable" and again he repeats the sentence.

I sighed, turning my face to Alfath for a moment, seeing that there was spirit there. Then I left him.

*****

With my rather hesitant steps, not out of anxiety, but my habit of crowded situations, a kind of phobia. And this is something bad that shouldn't have happened to me.

I looked around me, looking for an empty seat, my hands were cold, the pores were shrinking. There by the wall, there was an empty one about the 7th or 8th seat from the front, at least resembling my seat in class, almost crammed into the wall.

I approached her, I had already entered this room and found the most comfortable place. On my neck I deliberately hung the identification and the participant number, there it read Naumi Destiana, my full name with the number 41 listed below, and I kind of liked the number attached to my body.

I turned towards the outside door, where I was standing before I entered just now, then Alfath was suddenly behind me, and he was no longer visible there. Many things from him that I did not understand, even until now he never asked me what my name was, he always came after me to that place, he was always there suddenly and so was his departure.

*****

The event has begun, starting with a welcome, then the committee read out some rules that we must obey, such as not to use calculators or other electronic devices.

Then some of the organizers were busy distributing opaque sheets of paper for counting graffiti, and some were handing out question sheets and answer sheets.

Until the papers are now also on my desk, seen scattered there and I have to tidy up.

Somehow there are some objects coming...

Creating a semicircular curved line...

A vertical line is below it and ends with a dot...

Then something just pours out...

"How's olympia?" he was suddenly by the door as I walked out of the hall.

"Difficult service" I said in the middle of a busy crowd of other participants and then passed by the door. The problem is quite difficult, the choice of the answer is also a lot of misleading, after all the description of the problem also uses English.

I pull over with him.

"Why are you here too?" I asked because my curiosity had not been answered.

He looked and smiled.

"What do you think?" apparently he challenged me with a guess.

I chuckled, when in the car he said there was no need to be with Safrina, he himself was enough for a representative, that's what he said when he chatted with Mr. Zaid a few hours ago.

"I don't know" I murmured.