The Indigo Love Story

Part 7's

Across the street, the sellers were ready with their big umbrellas to cover their wares. While visitors who come shelter in the roofed part of the park. There's a guy there, a guy I used to see. His gray pants, black jacket, and helmet were not removed. Though he was not on the bike, he should have taken off his helmet. Seen crossed his hands under his chest that looks fielded. The view from here looks blurry because the rain is too heavy, but I can still recognize that it's the man I used to see.

I hugged myself with both hands touching each other. My gaze turned back to the man across the street, he was also looking at me from a distance.

Who her? At first I thought he was just a visitor to that little park, but he was there too often every time I went home from school. What if he's a robber or wants to kidnap me?

I began to feel anxious, if the rain stopped I should hurry home immediately.

"Naumi.." The call stopped my daydreams. That's Fariz, on his bike, he's down in a raincoat,

"Wear this..." Fariz handed me the raincoat that was still wrapped in plastic, I opened it and put it on so I could go home.

"I thought you were still at school, apparently at the stop. Let's go home." Fariz turned on the engine, I immediately sat behind him. Thank goodness Fariz picked me up, my body was cold. And one more thing, I was worried about that suspicious guy.

*****

Tok... tok. It's 10 in the night, I can't sleep.

"Yes, wait a minute." I got out of bed, went to the door and opened it. Fariz was standing there.

"What's up, brother?" ask me while combing my worn hair with my fingers.

"What are you? Why aren't you asleep?" That's how if Fariz is home, he's so considerate and I can say he's very protective of me. "Hurry to sleep, tomorrow you have to go to school." Fariz held my back with one hand towards the bed. Then he went and pressed the socket near the door. The lamp is off, there is only a small lamp near the mattress as my lighting. If I turn the headlights back on, Fariz might come back and knock on the door.

*****

This afternoon I went back to school, to attend the extracurricular. He said an introduction to literature and drama. I'm wearing pants

my jeans and my old jacket, the brown backpack in which were some of Fariz's literary books he deliberately gave me to carry.

A bus stopped by, his kernet came down and let me. I immediately climbed the stairs that were at the back door, I sat on the long bench of my favorite seat. The back seat. From here I can see all the passengers.

I took one of Fariz's books from the bag. Books about literature, there are several examples of famous poetry. Like the poems by Taufik Ismail and Khairil Anwar, they are famous poets who took part in the country.

*****

I stand between the basketball courts. There in front of the hall, many other students were busy chatting. It seems like the event has not started yet, I paved my steps towards the hall room, at least I can go to the front of the library because from there the hall room can be seen from a distance.

I stepped alone, passing through a rather grassy yard. Cross a small ditch, then take a sitting position on a long bench on the library terrace. It's a little comfortable and feels cool.

There's something not far away, music coming from here. I tried to hear it one more time, like the piano instrumental "Fur Elise‟ invented by Beethoven. The music felt familiar to my ears, but I forgot when I heard it. The music is still being played. But who's listening to it?

The library is far away from the classroom. It's quiet here, I'm trying to find the source of the music, follow my steps to the back of the building where these nerds are. Behind the wall, his voice became clearer. Someone was there. I looked behind the wall so he wouldn't know where I was. There was a shady tree behind the library, rather dimly.

"Why stand there?" suddenly Alfath knew where I was. His eyes were still closed enjoying the classical music he heard. "Sorry." I was misbehaving. How he knew there was someone while his eyes were still closed.

I turn around and I'll be out of here soon.

"You didn't answer my question?" my steps stopped, then turned my body back to the back of the library.

"i overheard the music and looked for where it came from, I'll be gone soon." I bowed my head intending to leave her.

"I thought you'd say not all questions have answers. You just answered my question." Alfath smiled wryly, that was what I said on the basketball court yesterday morning, and he remembered it. My heart throbbed, I really need to get out of here before my death appears.

"Excuse me..." I can finally leave. Question marks are getting more and more piled up. I hope I won't see him again in a situation like this.

Everyone has a world...

I also got my share of the world...

A world untouched by others...

But what if there was a part of the world that

it doesn't make me feel alive in it...

"Welcome to our new community. Previously we as administrators will introduce ourselves first," said Arya on a small stage that is about 30 centimeters in height in the hall room.

"My name is Arya Pythaloka, here I serve as the head of the sanggar. Whatever is related to the sanggar, I will be responsible" he continued. He lowered his head a little in honor and then stepped back to allow other managers to introduce themselves.

"I'm Safrina Andira Harun. You can call me safrina, I serve as treasurer." The senior introduced himself with his jutek face. I don't know how many people didn't like him at this school. Her last name is the same as the last name of a doctor I used to visit to check the development of nerves in my brain.

One by one they took turns introducing themselves except for Alfath, who was sitting in a corner of the stage, crossing his arms over the stomach. His cold face, I saw it from a distance. Then in the management section where he is in this community. Not introducing yourself and not telling you the task. The other senior doesn't seem to be bothering about it and I don't understand.

I sat in the chair almost at the back. Safrina pulled up the chair and placed it next to Alfath. Seen talking spoiled while putting his hand on one of the knees of Alfath, looks harmonious. The handsome Alfath, the beautiful Safrina is like a movie performer. It's just that he is known for his ugly and high-hearted attitude.

"Is that Alfath's girlfriend?" said one of the people sitting behind me.

"Maybe they look familiar" said someone again. I just kept quiet from here hearing their talk.

"No, Safrina is the only one who's careless. He's too obsessed with the Alfath. Look, Alfath doesn't pay much attention to it."

"really? Good then, so we can admire her without any jealousy if she has a boyfriend. Aye right?"

They just keep talking about the man who is touted as an idol at this school. They only admired his physique, not his heart. How will one day if Alfath is old struggling, I do not guarantee his fans still survive as big as it is.