The Indigo Love Story

Part 9's

I was silent for a moment, letting my friends' names be called. All five of their fingers are fitted with a kind of scanning sensor that is connected to a computer. On the monitor will appear the color of the aura. There is a yellow aura, depicting someone who is jolly and ambitious, there is also the queen of the class, Cindy, who does not forget to bring her make-up tools anywhere. Its aura is red, which signifies its vigor and willpower is loud. The other friends laughed at him because what the aura reader said was true, Cindy looked pouted there.

I'm starting to turn pale. I have to take quick action before it's my turn or I can't run anymore.

"Sir, excuse me." I stepped out of the class. Maybe they understood and thought I went to the toilet. Hope that after I get back the experts are gone, and I'm safe.

I broke out in a cold sweat from being too anxious, but now I was already outside the classroom and hoping to find a place to calm myself down for a moment.

Whose music box this is, classical piano-shaped, looks wet with dew vapor, I take it and keep the dew away from the top with my hand, it's dim, the dew vapor falls from the leaves. It turned out to be comfortable here, so sweet and soft.

I'm behind the library, because up ahead it looks empty and I can sneak. This place I found since yesterday. Ever since I thought about it to Alfath, right, I just remembered yesterday he was sitting here before the hangar started.

And this music box...

I opened the cover of the little piano replica keys. Instantly there was a pair of little statues dancing, and the music was. Yesterday's music, the music that made me find this place. It turns out this place feels beautiful while listening to this phenomenal classical music. I felt wrapped up in it, enjoying every note of the song played. According to the story, "Fur Elise‟ is a note Beethoven created for his deceased lover.

The expression of his love feeling so deep, makes his notes so beautiful. This note is played on A minor, although I don't really understand music. But I can recognize the keys.

I've been here long enough, my mind flashed to the aura reader expert just now. Maybe they're gone.

I have to find a reason why I'm long if asked Mr. Safwan. This music box can be damaged if it is left here, the dew from the trees will make it rust. Looks like Alfath forgot to bring it in yesterday.

I put the music box in my left hand. A quick look at why Alfath has a music box that is usually owned by women. Alfath looks cold on women. Is it possible that he....?? ahh no, that's impossible. Who exactly is he, why has he become so mysterious.

Unceasingly these few days my curiosity always appeared, and now the questions are increasingly piled up in the memory of my brain, for a long time the memory can be full and can not accommodate other data.

*****

The distance from the library to the classroom felt so close because my mind was floating everywhere. I knock on the door and open it. Then I opened slowly.

Damnit damnit!!

Unfortunately, the expert still exists. "Naumi, come on in! We are waiting for you" Safwan said. Geez, how should I, if I knew first maybe today I could ask permission not to go to school.

Too late, the expert is there. A few feet away in front, I hid the music box behind me.

"Sorry, sir.." I went to my seat and put the music box under the table.

I sighed, I hope something bad doesn't happen. They're waiting for me there. I'm stuck in this situation, there's no chance to go and escape.

I stood on the cold tile, until the cold came through the cracks of my shoes, pierced through the pores and made my pulse stop for a moment.

Turned blue, indigo..

I gulped, the expert was seen concentrating on the computer screen, the color seemed to move. I've never been like this before. I hope they just say psychologically, I mean not to mention the one word I avoid, indigo.

"The color is unique." The expert who the lady looked at me. "The color is active" said one.

My classmates were silent, they were stunned.

"What color?" ask one of them, Cindy, the queen of the class. "The color is indigo," explained Mr. Eko.

"Isn't that the color of an indigo child?" snatch up another classmate of mine. The voice of a man, I did not see who he was, because I just lowered my head to prepare my mind for what would happen next.

"Right, we've never found this color before.."

I tried to raise my gaze, my classmates looked at me with different eyes, and some looked indifferent.

"Had to be weird." Some cheered and made me their joke. My mind felt like it had 10 lashes at a time, I was cornered, and one more situation, there was no Clara here.

I went back to my seat, now that they know my identity, I don't know what will happen next. Those who know are silent, or spreading this rumor to the people out there.

*****

I walked down the sidewalk, there was a water gutter visible behind the cracks, a bit dirty and mossy. Air pollution due to dust and vehicle fumes. It has not rained for two days, if it rains today, the pollution will disappear even though it will come again. At least make breathing a moment.

This street, the street that my feet eat every day. No need to use a compass so as not to get lost, I was between the bus stop and the gate of the complex.

Across there...

Suspicious man with his black sports bike, on the edge of a small park. His gaze followed my movements. This time I was sure he was watching me. Unfortunately I can't see his face so private, high schooler, that's all I know because his pants are gray.

I sped up my pace, keeping myself in case that person had any malicious intentions towards me. What good is it, then, if he kidnaps me and asks for ransom? I'm not the son of a conglomerate that has dozens of cars in the trunk of the house. After all, my house is also not like a magnificent palace, but he has watched me several times and did nothing, just watching me from a distance without any criminal action.

I really don't think it out. I don't know, the most important thing is that I take care of myself even though the feeling of anxiety starts to haunt me every time I go home from school.

*****

The sound of a gust from the electric fan rang when I pressed the on button. Throwing my body into a bed with sheets patterned leaves with a maroon background. It's dusk, but the weather's still hot. I don't know why I like this time, I like twilight, because it's soon night. I love the quiet of the night, when people are asleep.

I don't know why I don't like the day. The sunlight in my opinion is too bright, stuffy and I feel that I do not live in it, the human crowd, the socialite life, busy with world affairs. Although the world is indeed our place to live, vying for each other's happiness, but it is not eternal. Not infrequently something out there forgets an important, eternal nature, which God has destined for his people after the world is destroyed.