I entered the paint-smelling class when I breathe air in this class. I rolled my eyes and watched the classroom wall filled with paper and outpouring of these children and only one piece of writing focused on me. Large writing with various colors in it and the writing is TWELVE FOUR IPO with beside it bearing the motto that I made.
"We came not just to but we came to know, learn together, and share interesting experiences." I whispered.
In this class, I or commonly called Bayu is looking for my true identity. Precisely at this school I started looking for identity. Today is the day that I will always be. Because today is exactly the third lesson is my favorite subject is sports. Yes, even though I do not like the flag ceremony that runs every Monday, but we as the nation's youth should appreciate or appreciate the hard work of our fighters who have sacrificed their lives for eternal freedom. And why is today the day that I am waiting for? Because according to rumors that blow, there will be a new student. Yes, hopefully the new student is a woman.
"Well kids, now we continue the material yesterday," said my mathematics teacher.
"Hmmmm .. I do not really like counting lessons. Why should I go to science? "I moaned in my heart.
"Oh yes ma'am. Say he wants a new student in this class? Girl again. "My friend said with a smile.
"Just as mothers want to say, he's coming back soon," said my teacher.
"Oh ... the rumor is true," I whispered.
"What are you talking about Bay?" My friend asked.
"Hah? Nothing. "I said
Apparently it's not just a rumor. I can not wait to see the new student.
Just talked about the new student coming straight away and I just wandered off and wondered. He reminds me of a woman who has disappeared for nine years or maybe she's a long-lost person from my life? Thrilled this heart. I kept scratching my head even though it did not feel any itch. What is this feeling really? I wanted to throw it with pleasure but I could not smile at all. I can only daydream while staring at him and the memory that continues to play my childhood story with women who have disappeared for nine years.
He sits next to me. More precisely the line to a second bench. The heart was pounding even faster as he headed for where he was sitting now. My body was paralyzed instantly. Want to run. But this body, heart and mind is hard to compromise. One second feels like an hour. I can only bite my own tongue while trying to stare at him and now I'm like someone to call my name. But I do not know where that sound came from and after I realized with spontaneity, I was singing the voice that came from the woman.
"OI! What's wrong? "I say a little screaming.
"From the first day I went to class, you daydreamed. What the hell is actually Bay? "He asked with a sweet smile.
"Hey, where do you know my name and what is your name?" I asked softly.
"Asked back even nanya. Hmmm .. okay, my name is Reghi and I can know your name you will know. "She said with the same smile.
The name made my memory box open and pulled out all the contents that had been arranged neatly and now falling apart again. It took a long time to tidy it up. But with just a matter of seconds all the memorable files are falling apart with only two factors: the face and the woman's name. I have to get this straight.
"Oh ... Reghi, can I call Rere?" I asked.
Seeing the expression he gave me after I said Rere he immediately dawdled while biting his lips.
"Hey, why bengong?" I asked with a smile.
"Oh ... yes it's up to you aja, I've usually called Rere from small," he said.
"Ohahahaha ... so yes ..." I said.
"Looks like she's a childhood friend of mine?" I asked silently.
"What's the daydreaming?" He asked sarcastically.
"No. Udah ah, I want to merhatiin teacher. "I say cold
"O atuh!" He said.
Only by sticking out my tongue can make it silent.
"Hmm ... who is he really? Why is it so fast I can get close to him? "I asked silently.
Trying to find out who he really is through the data available, until I realize I've made a teacher who was teaching upset because I did not notice and I was immediately told to get out. With a heavy heart and a flushed face like a tomato, I walked out and sat on the front porch of a newly crafted, unfathomable class coming from a colorful barrel and lots of writing on the outside. A lot of smiles meant to pierce through my face. I can only reply with a stressful smile because of embarrassment.
Pegal feel this back. But this sense of pain will end in a matter of seconds and finally the clock shift bell goes. But why the teacher has not come out yet? And after I peek through the window that has lost its clarity, it turns out they are carrying out a repeat and it will be a most severe remorse for today. Destroyed is the intention of studying today just because of one person who gives a big question mark in the head.
"Aaaah! What a strange girl, try if she does not come in today! Maybe I will not fare like this! Hmm ... I will immediately disassemble who he is. "I thought silently.
"Bayu, come to you!" My teacher said.
I entered with an unfamiliar heart. I was humiliated in front of a lot of people because of trivial things. This heart became more and more intolerable after I was listened to by the teacher who was disliked by all the children in the class because of her attitude. Each throwing word that he issued was like a discordant voice that damages the ear and turn off a small fire in a heart that is almost extinguished. With just one blow this teacher can turn off a small flame that strives to stay alive. But this is all my fault because I did not notice when the teacher was explaining.
It's time to feed the worms in the stomach that have been marching for food. Chewing and swallowing, I plan how I can ascertain who he really is. Finally I found a bright spot and I will ask her childhood now.
"Re! I want to ask the same you can not? "I asked.
"Want to ask what is emang?" Tanaynya.
"What's your childhood anyway? Can not the story? "I asked.
After a long story she told me, finally I can confirm who she really is and from the look on her face I know she wished I said something.
It was almost two o'clock and that meant the voice every child always wanted to hear. But the journey to the house or other destination after the bell that awaited beeped will be hampered by water droplets falling from the sky. Many children are getting ready, even though the teacher in front of the class is still teaching. Many dreamy children look forward to the beautiful sound that sounds from the outside. I just daydreamed while scribbling on the tip of the pencil and the blank look that kept looking up at his face. If you look at her like my childhood friend, even more like her, I'm sure that the girl is her and if she's noticed, she's sweet and pretty with glasses that stick to her face from the first class.
Finally the doorbell rang. All the children scattering toward the exit. Although the drizzle is still flushed, it seems it does not undo the intention of everyone to immediately remove the burden that incriminate the head during class time progresses. Before I went home I checked whether or not something was left and I realized that there was something I wanted to say to the woman who had given a big question mark in my head.
After I looked at the ceremonial courtyard through the window, it turned out he was walking slowly enjoying the rain water drops that fall down his face. In a hurry I also run while pulling this heavy bag into the field.
"Re wait! Now I know who you really are. You are a childhood friend who has long disappeared, sorry if I'm late to realize it, you know if I'm slow. Emm ... do you still remember me? "I shouted in the drizzle.
He just smiled and ran toward the exit gate. And I know what that smile means. With my heart burning with the fire that had been extinguished, I ran after him and in the end we came home together as when we were still in elementary school and most important now we are not just friends but we have a special relationship until we are in one house with one boy smiling proudly at my story and all this is stored neatly in my memory forever.