Behind The Lies
Introduction Through Narration

Iyash just got in front of the school building. All the children gathered on the ground to get directions. Iyash was in the back row of the male line. His eyes were suddenly fixated on someone standing in the second row of the female line. His back was firm, his long hair was tied like a ponytail and the ends were curled at the back. Iyash knows who that woman is. When the owner of the white hair tie turned his head, Iyash immediately bowed and pretended not to see it.

After gathering for almost thirty minutes, all the new disciples went to their respective classes and started choosing seats to sit down. Everyone had gotten my partner, while Iyash himself was still standing and pecking at the door. He was confused where to sit and with whom. His eyes were again fixed on Aruna, however, the girl pretended not to know him and pretended not to see him, even though their eyes had met before.

Iyash made goiter with the attitude of the woman. He immediately turned his gaze and looked for an empty seat. A fat man sat alone and Iyash quickly approached. “Hai,” greet the youth is friendly. “Cosong?”

“Iya.”

“Can sit here?” iyash asked and the man immediately nodded. Iyash sat down. Somehow he was sure that the hobbies of his compatriots must be eating and snacking. “Iyash.” He reached out his hand trying to get acquainted.

“Umam.” the man welcomed his helping hand. “Replace from where?”

“Jakarta.”

“Mmm .. we are all graduates from the same Junior High School,” Umam said as he looked at his friends.

“Oh.” Iyash does not know that he is the only transfer student.

“I know you to my friends.” Umam then got up and approached his friends who happened to be sitting among Aruna. Iyash followed him.

“Friends, know this Iyash,” says Umam.

Umam's friends smiled towards Iyash. They got up and came closer to Iyash while extending a hand.

“Denis.”

“Bagas.”

“Naya.”

While Aruna sat by the window and was not friendly at all. Iyash could only look at her and hope that the woman introduced herself. However, as Aruna pretended to stare out the window, she did not hear her friends speak.

“Oh this is Aruna,” said Naya while patting the girl on the shoulder and Aruna turned to Iyash.

Iyash nodded stiffly. “Oh, hi.”

Aruna smiled wryly as she nodded. Although his smile seemed stingy, but Iyash swore that the woman still looks beautiful. Soon Iyash reached out to shake the woman, but Aruna was late to greet her because Master had just arrived.

“Assalamualaikum, kids.”

“Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.”

“Include Mr. Harlan Samsudin. Indonesian Teacher here.” Mr. Harlan looked at all his students. “Hm, for introductions, I ask you to introduce yourself in narrative form and collected in front, yes.”

At the school there is indeed no MOS with a strange costume and innate, Iyash is grateful because he does not need to repeat activities during Junior High School.

“Ten minutes is enough. Starting from now. Remember in the form of stories, not like biodata.”

“Good, Sir.”

Children begin to be busy stringing the best words that can represent the picture of themselves in the form of a narrative. Some are too serious like Aruna, some are playful like Umam and some are mediocre like others, including Iyash.

Ten minutes passed, Mr. Harlan returned to his voice. “Yes already. Please collect.”

Inevitably they go ahead and collect the first task they get. Mr. Harlan began to scramble who would read the paper first and the choice fell on Iyash. I don't know why he should be the first.

Iyash got up and went straight ahead picking up the paper at random. Then read it without knowing who it belongs to.

“Sixteen years ago a baby girl was born in the middle of a small family. At the age of seven months, the baby lost its mother. He did not understand what had happened, which he had heard after a few years later, that his mother had died of severe illness. After sixteen years, the baby grows into a child who is as it is, not too sociable, white lover and connoisseur of cinnamon-flavored tea. And that baby is me, Aruna Anastasya.”

Iyash's heart suddenly thumped calling Aruna's name, it felt like all the nerves in his body were reacting that time. She immediately looked at the woman sitting by the window, her face flushed red and was immediately bowed when Iyash looked at her.

Mr. Harlan's voice then echoed. “Nation is good, Aruna, you are suitable to be a writer,” praise.

Aruna's timid smile at that time made Iyash anxious, unfortunately every time Iyash looked at her, the girl immediately sniffled. Iyash did not understand why Aruna should behave like that to him.

“Continue Dennis,” said Mr. Harlan.

Denis got up and immediately picked up one of the papers on the table. “I am a cute, healthy and strong teenage boy. My cheeks are round, my eyebrows are thin. From the past until now only one I liked besides eating, Arunaaaa.”

“Eh fat, slim first, just said like Aruna,” said Dennis sarcas, but Umam knew that Dennis was just kidding.

“It wasn't mine,” elak Umam didn't confess. “You search there, mine is the lowest.”

“Know from where you are below? Didn't you see the paper was scrambled the same as Mr Harlan? Dennis put his chin up while putting the paper on Umam's desk.

“Already, Dennis, continue,” Mr. Harlan said.

“Oh then, now you sit.”

Dennis returned to his seat in front of Aruna's desk. However, his gaze was still on Umam.

“Aruna, now it's your turn,” said Mr. Harlan.

Aruna went straight ahead and picked up the paper that was on the table.

“There is nothing special, other than the sky in front of my room window.”

Iyash's heart is beating. Aruna just read her narrative. Damnit damnit! may Aruna not realize that the special thing in front of Iyash's window is her.

“Everything is ordinary and flat, but, I'll tell you a little bit about my life. I love the blue bias in the sky towards morning and I will often see it while here through my bedroom window. There's a lot of hidden things that I have to find while here. But I don't like complicated, so I'll make it as simple as possible. Congratulations, you are talking about the other side of Iyash Wiyahassa Ardhana.”

Aruna looked up at the old Iyash. Iyash could only drool, however, he did not want to take his eyes off Aruna.

“It's a coincidence or you guys did it on purpose?” tanya Bagas cynically.

“It just so happens,” said Aruna ketus while carrying the paper belonging to Iyash and put it in the pocket. While his paper is on Iyash.

***

After school, Iyash walked along the bike right behind Aruna who was chatting with Umam, a little bit he heard their conversation. Umam apologized and admitted that it was he who made it, he also admitted that he was the first Aruna fan since they entered Junior High School.

Aruna gave a small laugh hearing Umam's words while hitting the man's fat body. Iyash thought he would not hear and see her laughter. But with Umam Aruna can do it. All because their friendship was long enough.

Aruna then said goodbye to Umam, he then climbed on his bike and began to pedal, while Umam turned right and turned out they were not one way.

Iyash was still pedaling a bicycle far behind Aruna. Suddenly Dennis followed. “Yash, yuk race, which first gets to Aruna, he wins and later loses the ice cream treaty,” said Dennis. His intention was indeed that he wanted Iyash to not feel awkward.

“Ngak deh,” reject Iyash slowly. He is aware of his own ability that is not so good at pedaling bicycles.

“Yes why? Afraid of losing?” ledek Dennis's.

Of course Iyash doesn't like anyone scoffing at him. “OK. Who's afraid.” He threw away all his doubts and paddled with all his might. Unfortunately his muscles have not been trained, just a little bit of his legs are sore.

“Run, Aruna,” call Dennis when he is close to the girl. Iyash just got next to Dennis. “I won,” Dennis said as he brandished one hand.

However, Aruna did not turn her head, she continued to pedal like she was unaware of the presence of the two young men.

“Run, yuk race to Mbah Yanto shop,” take Dennis.

Aruna raised her shoulders without looking.

“If you win, I treat ice cream.”

“Ngak ah, males,” reject Aruna while turning her head and immediately she stopped while looking at Iyash. “Eh wait!” he shouted at the young man. “My paper where?” tanyanya while opening the palm.

“Paper?” ask Iyash while pulling the brakes and stopping.

Aruna then straightened her body, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the folded paper. “Punya you.”

Iyash took a breath and received the paper from Aruna's hand.

“Which is my day?” ask the girl.

Somehow seeing the face of his beautiful judges even make Iyash want to judge him. “If you win, I return the paper,” said Iyash as he pedaled the bike and drove first.

“Eh ...,” shouts Dennis chasing Iyash.

Iyash smiled cynically. He was confident this time he could beat Dennis. At first his legs felt sore, but over time Iyash felt free and could laugh freely. However, dear Aruna caught up and could overcome his lag.

“I win,” said Aruna and stopped right in front of Iyash. “My paper where?” ask her while opening her palm again.

Iyash took a breath.

“Mana?” aruna.

Iyash quickly reached into his pocket, then************** the paper that Aruna requested and threw it in the bush. “Take there.”

Both Aruna's eyes are in a pattern. “You!” pekik. Iyash quickly pedaled and left. “Iyash!” shouted Aruna.

Iyash's lips can only be slanted. Finally for the second time he could hear Aruna again calling her name. Iyash was curious, he put his bike next to Pak Yanto's stall and peeked at Aruna and Dennis behind the big tree behind the stall.

That afternoon under the scorching heat of the sun, Aruna looked for the paper Iyash threw somewhere. Luckily, Dennis was with her. From a distance Iyash felt sorry because actually the paper he threw was his own paper, while Aruna's property was still stored in his pants pocket.