Canvas Aksara
ZERO CLASS, ROOFTOP, AND DE FORNAX
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Classroom II Language 00.
The place was not silent like when Panji 'tried' Capt Cel before. The 20 enrolled disciples were all present in the classroom. There was no teacher because now was the first hour of rest. Either for the same or different reasons they simultaneously spend hours of rest in class.
Most of the occupants of the class were seated in their respective places, not caring around. Others have moved around, some are relaxing at the teacher's desk, crouching against the wall in the corner of the room, sleeping with their backpacks in the back row, it cannot be described one-on-one what the activities of the class occupants today.
"Ish what! I think the sun in the north will not run, deh." Orange grumbled, since it was dizzy with the game loop on his phone.
Gani, who had initially bowed her head on the table, looked towards the orange next to her. His fingers lifted touching the screen, just one touch and the game was over to the next level. Orange mouth rounded, O-long with no sound and then grimacing. Gani again hid the head folded in his arms. A few seconds Orange complained again, Gani responded again. It repeated itself from then on as if they had no boss in that cycle.
"Adel.... Adel.... Elsa...."
A 10-inch thick book throw hit right in the middle of the Laskar's seat made him stray backward and fall felt the hard of the floor. Hiro, Alwi and Lintang imitate ambulance sirens acting as a medical team and swiftly handling their patients, Laskar of course.
"Injured patient, lumps in the bidat cause brain inflammation." Alwi exclaimed frenziedly after desperately squeezing bruises on the forehead of the Laskar who was lying on the floor pretending to be unconscious, very fond of the role of victim.
"Earth!" Hiro joined the scene, panicking like there would be a life loss. "Patients need cyanide right away!"
"Woi! Dead my dong?!" The Warriors exclaimed in disbelief, opening one eye raising a little head.
"Sianida's ready!" Latitude appeared out of nowhere thrusting a clear cylinder bottle with concentrated liquid inside.
Instantly Laskar jumped up to blame the horror of the small bottle that is now hand-tongued to Alwi. Hiro and Lintang blocked the movement of Laskar made him revolt and roared for release. Instantly the victim of violence turned into a mental patient who lost control.
In addition to the rampaging patient action, Ricky and Petra act like the police are pointing their fingers that form a gun towards Adelio, the suspect of the book thrower.
"Lift hands!" Petra took cover behind the table with her 'gun' pointing towards Adelio.
While Ricky rolled up a notebook to make a makeshift toa, "You're already surrounded! Please surrender immediately, do not fight for the sake of mutual welfare!"
Petra, who was seriously aiming for 'doer', failed to focus, "I've heard the sentence...." He muttered unknowingly that Adelio approached slowly like a predator stalking prey.
"Earth! The emergency! Whoi! Elah! Not funny until there is news of dead police being raided by the perpetrator while being ngayal!"
"Eh?" Petra was dazed to see Ricky who was poking around in the corner of the room pointing at himself then banging the book onto the table, panicking the acute level. Until then Petra was made to exclaim in horror when Adelio appeared in front of his face suddenly. Makes him want to run but hampered by rows of tables and chairs. Petra fell down, she hysterically roared in horror as Adelio grabbed her foot from the sidelines of the table. Just like the horror movie scene, Petra who was pulled by her legs revolted to hug the legs of a nearby table. He creeps in horror as Adelio with a haunted smile appears on the sidelines under the table.
"Agod! Forgive me! Ampuuu!!!"
And so continues the genre-changing police drama from action to horror that morning. While the commotion from the Patient was still continuing because Laskar managed to escape and now instead became playing a chase with Hiro, Alwi and Lintang.
Mahesha a.k.a Esha who was crouching against the wall in the corner of the room was accidentally knocked over by Laskar. Which resulted in Laskar slumped and directly sealed by his three 'doctors. Esha who does not receive the semen is disturbed follows 'The Patient'. The aftermath of the Warriors roared long for help, which unfortunately was not responded to by anyone.
Ricky who switched professions from police to zombies is now rolling on the floor with Adelio 'prey' Petra.
Complete was the commotion that day until the bell sign of the entry of the exculpation hour rang.
Amidst the commotion, Panji was stuck on the book in his hand. Not at all disturbed, he flips sheet by sheet. It stopped after five minutes when the bell rang. Then get out of the last class among the other students.
The pennant to the locker took his excretory uniform. In the ZHS each exkul has their own uniform, because the exculciation is counted in the effective hours of school. The banner follows the artistic exkul, precisely the fine art part of the painting branch. Activities that don't require a lot of communication he can focus on himself. Most importantly, calm down is not noisy. There were only brush strokes, pencil strokes and the swish of sheets of paper in the space.
Today the banner does not sit in front of the canvas. He pulled over on the balcony sitting on the parapet with a pencil and a sketchbook. Nobody cares about him, in this place everyone is busy in their own world.
The Panji hand began to move on the paper, scraping the tip of the pencil forming an initial stroke. In a split second, he was already completely immersed in his own world. Busy with the scratches of his hands and as time has gone by. Scrolling fast without realizing it.
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"What's wrong?"
Alena opened the locker and was busy with her belongings, pretending to be busy. While Panji was standing behind him, many times it seemed to open and close its mouth but not a single sentence was thrown out by him. There only the two of them left behind, the other disciple had already gone home. After all, it is now 5, already 2 hours after the school breakup.
Long wait also because it does not know to be busy with moreover, Alena turned to face Panji. The banner was still behind him, still silent as it had been. That man asked to talk.
"If there's nothing to talk about, I'll go first. Bye!" Said Alena while attaching the backpack on the shoulder and then move away.
Panji opened his mouth wanting to talk, but again his sentence was only stuck in the esophagus. He can't make a sound even to stop Alena. And in the end all Panji did was stare at Alena's back which was getting away and then lost in the distance.
Blank. He lives alone. The bowed banner leaned against the locker. Staring at the ends of the shoes and nothing else occurred to him to do. Even just going home he was reluctant.
Why does it feel so hard? Panji has gone to great lengths to talk, about them getting complicated. Panji tries to ask, about the unsolved puzzle of taste. But none of it worked. Not a single bit of fret is resolved. What relationship is he really in? Stifling one-sided relationship.
"The banner!"
I don't know when, but Alena is standing again in front of Panji. His pair of eyes shot straight into Panji's dark blue netra. The silhouette looks so slick chime tempias orange light afternoon that infiltrated through the ventilation gap.
"Iena...." Unlike the previous call, Panji's tone sounded like a complaint. He complained for what. And Alena was made to shut up to see the silent gleam unbearable from her pair of eyes.
The banner pushed forward, one hand clutching Alena's arm one more grabbed the girl's lentic fingers. He put his head on Alena's shoulders, drooping down there. The banner is very tired of all this, so let it happen. To hell with everything, he would just give up, he would give up if with it could make him to stay by Alena's side. The banner will surrender....
"I will give up on you. So Alena. The banner took a deep breath before it was finally exhaled with a full load. He drowned his face between Alena's shoulders, "Never force me to stay away, or stop at the point you want me to stop. Because I've been selfish, towards you Alena. Whatever it is about you, then I'll be selfish. It's okay, right?"
How-how long? From day to week, week to month. They only got to know each other a few months ago, decided to connect a few months ago. And in just a few months it was more than enough to make Panji give up his entire life. Without Alena ever knowing, even in the first second of their meeting Panji had given up completely. Panji surrendered to Alena from the start, even earlier than expected.
Isn't heart and feeling the most terrible thing? Something that cannot be controlled even by its own owner. And Panji never thought that he would be destroyed by his own feelings until such a thing. It was very unexpected how his heart dragged him in the shackles of such an excruciating wound. He is in pain when releasing but will also be severely injured if he survives.
Well, then it will be ready to be destroyed. Stay by his love until the last second, even to the bottom of his soul destroyed, Panji chose to survive. Rather than being tormented in the loneliness of letting go, he would rather be wiped out in the choice to endure.
Although it must be with selfishness, for the sake of staying together, it will do.
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The roof of the Astronomy building. Months ago.
That afternoon the sky was cloudy. Moist air swept across the earth. There was no rain, but it kept most people cold. Strange as it was, the sky was as dark as that but it still held its weight. What else was he waiting for with that blackened gray cloud?
Unable to see the rain from the sky, Panji was instead faced with the rinai in a pair of eyes belonging to Alena. In that instant, right then and there, he had given up completely. Surrender fully. From the beginning, even earlier than expected, earlier than can be reckoned. Alena never realized that. For the next months, as long as they get to know each other, even a second or even a inch, Alena still can not realize it.
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The sun had disappeared a while ago leaving a shadow that painted a beautiful stretch of the vast sky. The two brightest stars began to appear. Ah, one forgotten fact, the brightest star, the most beautiful star is the short-lived star. Miris. But it turns out that every advantage always comes with a deficiency.
The banner is holding on to that now. A shortage? The merit? The perfection? If he can choose he will choose to live perfectly, as perfect as possible so that he no longer needs all the emptiness he feels so far. But, that human destiny is indeed pitiful, huh? Not being able to choose something that we so desire, not being able to choose even for ourselves. Because he said, the destiny of man is determined. What kind of joke is that?!
For the first time, Panji felt an unstoppable pain. The excruciating pain, which made him restless, made him restless. There was a sense of wanting to tear the wound apart but he himself could not find where the wound was. The painful scratches were invisible but very clearly felt. Making Panji seem crazy, do not know how to react to it.
Really horrible. Hearts and feelings are the most terrible of the most terrible things. Panji should have stopped when he had touched that feeling, he should have stopped in front of the entrance, stopped and felt enough to get there. But, it is true that humans are too greedy. He wants more and more. Go deeper, touch deeper, grasp, hold tightly no longer want him to let go. It had been swallowed by a terrible feeling, it was shackled by a sinister heart. Already far away, Panji has fallen far away. And instead of crawling up to climb up he took himself deeper and deeper. More and more in depth.
The danger! Now he reached the peak of the craziest selfishness of a man.
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Rumbles sounded from the sky made Siena look up to see the cloudy pitch that adorned above. He clucked softly as water droplets rippled from the clouds one after another. While not far from where he stood, Panji still coolly wandered with his mind. I don't know what the boy was thinking with a shahdu face looking at the sky.
"Let's go home, before the rain is heavy," asked Siena as she stepped closer to the position of Panji sitting dangling on the edge of the roof.
"Lost."
Siena frowned at the reply of her sister. He sat beside the banner and looked in the same direction. But he did not find what makes Panji feel at home on the roof of this astronomical building. For Siena reason Panji is too abstract, it is difficult to understand but has a definite shape.
"The star is gone" Panji made it clear as if he knew Siena's incomprehension.
For a moment Siena felt choked. For himself and others, the banner was too complicated. It is difficult to understand, it is difficult to read the raging feeling that is building up in this child. The banner was accustomed to silence, regardless of what factor he always expressed himself through silence. And it was also that made Siena feel her chest was hit hard every time she failed to understand Panji. No one really understands Panji, and if Siena fails to understand it then Panji will really feel lonely.
Since the age of 6, Siena has left home. He was busy exploring the limitless outside world. Flapping his wings here and there, trying new things to do what he wants to do. Father and Mother never curb his desires, all decisions of his life are his. Until then, Siena moved quickly to satisfy her curiosity about the vastness of the infinite world.
He thought Panji would be fine with this. He thought Panji would also choose his own path like himself and Panca. However, in fact Panji only settled in silence and quiet. The boy was far behind. Which is when Siena thought she would follow, apparently she fell silent not knowing how to fly. Siena should understand, that the Panji need to be guided and taught to be able to fly alone. However, Siena is too late in her fascination with the universe to forget the banner waiting to be pulled away. He left Panji limped alone, until then the boy gave up and pulled over in silence. The pennant gave up on trying to leave and was only able to stare at Siena who had flown high.
Given that, it made Siena ashamed of herself. He was too embarrassed to be unable to stay on the same roof with Panji. Therefore Siena decided to stay in a separate place, choosing to stay away but still trying to get close. Siena tries, even though it is said to be too late, she will still try to understand Panji, understand what the child keeps in a hidden room full of mystery keys.
"If the rain subsides, then you can see the stars again" said Siena who had forgotten the purpose to go home soon. He let the drizzle greet them and enjoyed the times when he had to think hard about translating each stroke on Panji's face.
"Hm." The pennant cleared briefly. His eyes were still staring straight at what he was focusing on. "Yes, you've been wondering why Alena should..."
Siena changed her gaze to look at her sister's face which seemed to be staring at the thought of something between the pauses of the words she said.
"... it's because it's raining or not, it's cloudy or sunny, it's always visible everywhere."
The banner looked down but Siena could see the fondness on her pair of dark blue netra.
"Because it is easy for the heavens to find the earth under its shade."
Because Panji will however Panji tries to avoid, Alena will always appear in every track record he has. It was not Alena who came, but Panji who was too attached, brazing the strong figure of Alena in his mind.
Siena can't blame anyone, other than feeling sorry for a destiny we can't read about. Destiny is not black over white, which is not a sound that can be heard. A destiny that is transparent, invisible yet it has an existence. I don't know where, but fate is walking and guiding the lifeline of a human being.
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Homehouse. What are the things that are identical with home?
Maybe for others it is just a small question, easy to answer. But, for Regan the question was even more difficult than the set of chemical reactions he solved, more annoying than a bunch of mathematical numbers and also more frustrating than a pile of physics problems. Let alone the thing that is identical with the house, what is the definition of the house alone has made him confused looking for meaning.
What is that house?
People generally consider a home as a shelter. In other studies as a place to go home. Deeper still, the true home is where we come back. As far as any foot goes, we will eventually return to that place. The place where we were born, the first place we lived, where we started life, where we learned many things, cried, laughed and went through all the phases of life under its roof. It is clear that the house is a very valuable thing.
Precious, huh?
Regan carries her body into a luxurious building that more resembles a castle to weigh the house down. That's where he lives, the place people call home. It is located in the centre of Vyen within the family's private estate of De Fornax.
De Fornax is mentioned as a source of law, not only in Vyen but also penetrated into the whole country V. It is rumored that De Fornax is still in a lineage with the royal members of Aurig. Therefore this family is very respected and respected.
The De Fornax lineage itself was also very brilliant. All parts of their families are involved in the law as well as in the government. The current head of the family is also very earth-shattering and records a new history for their family.
Shizuryan Aaron De Fornax. Take responsibility as the head of the family at the age of 13. The transfer of office happened sooner because the previous head of the family, the father of Aaron, had a tragic accident that took his life. Aaron carried a heavy load on his back, as the expectations of the elders were only on him. As a result, the child grows into a monster that devours slowly almost all parts of both the government and the business world. He who carried De Fornax shot dozens of times faster than he used to. Though there was a scene of excitement at the death of Argus De Fornax, it was rumored that the famous family was on the verge of destruction. However, the world was again stunned by how brilliant the family's destiny line was. Aaron began to show his fangs, roaring loudly to thrill the whole world. He managed to show, that there will be no word 'destruction' in the long history of De Fornax.
Aaron's brilliance is a blessing to his family. But it was a disaster for Regan. Where all the wounds are getting wider from there.
Regan Exander Galilei's. The youngest in the De Fornax family who could not bear the name De Fornax behind his name. Just because, he's not the first kid. In the long history of De Fornax, only the oldest boys have the right to bear the name De Fornax as their last name. De Fornax greatly admired the eldest son of their descendants. There are also contrasting treatment differences for boys and girls.
Argus De Fornax with his wife Irine Giena Galilei, had three children, two boys and one girl. Their eldest son, Shizuryan Aaron De Fornax, was the family's successor and was also the only child to bear the name De Fornax. The middle child was named Aeera Giena Galilei, the only daughter to be appointed as the successor of the entire Empire of the Galilee extended family. Then the Bungsu, Regan Exander Galilei, a smart and accomplished child, has won various awards, got tens to hundreds of degrees, in academic and non-academic fields, he excels in all fields. But unfortunately, the mountains of his achievement history are still not able to rival the glory of his two brothers who have entered a world that is greater than just the limit of 'school'.
From childhood, Regan was the only inconspicuous of her siblings. No matter how successful it is, it will sink by itself when Aaron and Aeera shine hundreds of times brighter than him. Regan could not keep up with their pace, let alone go beyond, impossible for him. He will not be able to cross the high limit made by his two brothers, precisely he is not allowed to exceed that limit. As the smallest child, he was presented as a complement only, or just for display only? Just look, Aaron inherited De Fornax embedded in his name, Aeera got Galilei in his hands, and Regan? What was left for his footing stone to catch up with them? There's nothing at all. He is always required to be perfect, not for himself, but rather to perfect others. He is like a helper in the heroic story of his two brothers, in the end as hard as any side character struggle remains the more seen is the main character.
Life is hard. And Regan knew it from the beginning. From the first he was whipped with the dark whip of competition, must always be the number one, there must be no shortage, and in the end all his efforts never got an award. Even his own parents looked at the one eye of the trophy and the medal he had displayed, as if they were saying: 'It is like that, and it should be more than that.'
The competition of high society is more terrible than the race of homeless people who scavenge street garbage. Living on the basis of judgment, the element of decency, the demands of perfection. Really horrible.
"What time is it?"
When he had just stepped through the main door, he was herded by the butler facing his mother who was enjoying tea in the reading room. The woman closed the thick book in her hand then turned to her teacup. There was absolutely no need to stare at the tired face of his youngest child.
"Slow home, also skipped two tutoring studies, and decreased grades and points in school. Do you feel so good that you've neglected it all?"
The woman looks elegant and glamorous, still looks beautiful at her age. His face was soft but full of charisma. His tone was smooth, yet piercing.
Regan did not speak and just stood down staring at the ends of the shoes. What could he say? Defend yourself by saying the value remains the highest among all students in school? Heh, the decline remains a decline. There is no point in him giving any defense even though in fact he is still the number one student in all fields in school. And for tutoring, between Regan was fed up and also because he had to complete his duties as the Student Council Chairman until it took so late. Regan is a persistent and hardworking kid, he's so brilliant in the eyes of the people out there. But the admiration of others means nothing to his family, for his family Regan is still lacking, still and still lacking. To any extent his efforts will never be seen by them.
"Looks like I've been watching you lately. From tomorrow your schedule will change, and there will be no more pianos."
Instantly Regan's head held up hearing the last word. How does his mother know? Indeed the biggest factor of Regan's decline lately is the Piano. The biggest dream he wanted to achieve, became a famous Pianist. But it was considered inferior by his mother. Regan is required to be more than that. Until he secretly opens his own piano class, brings in his own teacher, enters his own competition under the name Exander. He has disguised his identity, covered himself as neatly as possible, and appeared in public as Exander the Pianist. Butwhy?
"No more pianos, and never will."
Nah! The piano has become a part of his life, the piano has been attached to his soul. The tones of each key had already flowed in his veins, the melodic composition churning in his recesses. Can't he beg for this one thing only?
But unfortunately, let alone to beg his mother, a little interrupting Regan powerless. He was a coward, too scared and that's what made him hate himself, his life and everything about him. Compared to the family's bastard rule, Regan is hundreds of times more hateful to herself.
Hates. He hated it so much that it felt like he was going to die.