I Don't Understand
oh work! duty oh duty!
Time has shown at two in the morning, but Mayla is still busy in front of Laptonya.
"ah why so many siih this draft" he shouted full of frustration while jerking his back to the back of the chair. his body was sore, his eyes were also cape continuously staring at the monitor screen in front of him.
he had spent about three hours more to do his work, seen from the many traces of snack ciki scattered on the floor. it's a very healthy lifestyle, isn't it? in addition, the clothes that almost imported his bed added an aesthetic impression there.
The cost may be included in the 7 wonders of the world's dirtiest costan. Like garbage disposal that's the current cost condition.
saying that he got loose, he threw it violently on the study table. He left the laptop that is still on— showing the worksheet in a similar microsoft word.
Knitting step towards his small kitchen he pulled instant noodles from the blue refrigerator one door—type refrigerator without freezer is only used to cool food.
Do not spend a long time to make a noodle, within five minutes the noodles are finished. as usual look very delicious in the sense of smell but feel bosen when it feels tongue-tied.
The fate of boarding children who only accumulate noodles of various flavors just to eliminate the impression of bosen felt. Well that's how Mayla's life is now.
Less than five minutes of his noodles and the sauce was up he set, as he went to throw the former instant noodles carelessly into the garbage can, without caring if the garbage cans were very full. Then he put the bowl of noodles into the sink joined with many dirty dishes there.
How do you imagine the condition of Mayla's cost?
Not yet had he sat in a chair suddenly his phone rang quickly he was looking for the whereabouts of his cell phone which was struck by dirty clothes on the mattress, he said, he didn't even realize he had spilled the canned coffee he had opened just now.
"where the phone is" he said the small hand continued to scramble the clothes that were on the mattress.
"aah met" he cried happily regardless of the cost situation which was more than a mess because of his actions.
Mayla was a little surprised to see the name of the caller— Rega.
[calling]
Rega
"yes to Rega?" he said, dragging a study chair for him to sit in.
"are you still out at this hour?" ask Rega across the phone.
"you're in kosan, why are you?" he said he continued to look around the cost that had been very chaotic, he could imagine when later he needed something it would be difficult to look for it again. Given the cost conditions are now very alarming, clothes, used ciki, and also canned coffee scattered on the floor not to mention, the paper that has consumed the entire space of the study table, is bad enough to see.
"oh thank God, I just saw your Story whatsaap. I thought you were out of may" Rega said.
"oh that was yesterday ka, fitting me again in the minimarket, ka Rega is still out at this hour?" mayla replied, she was indeed a prankster uploading stories on whatsaap earlier.
"yes I was waiting for Aruna, her parents in the hospital because "clearly Rega across.
"may I want to go home, if you're still out I want to pick you up. Yes first" he added.
"oh yes ka" replied Mayla as she immediately closed the connection.
"be careful" he muttered, the last word not heard by Rega because Mayla said it at the end when she had already closed the call.
just now he was about to save his phone an inbound notification.
Ting!
There is no answer anymore, Raksa is the type of man who always shorten the conversation.
the clock had shown at three in the morning, his back was very tired to support the burden of the body, but Mayla was still forced to struggle with her campus duties, but apparently fatigue attacked him, but apparently tiredness attacked him, mercilessly forcing the eyelids to close at once, for the umpteenth time Mayla fell asleep at her study table.
...•••...
The eyelids were open, the slightly thickened black frame had already explained how often he stayed up late. Pulling the origin shirt from the pile of Mayla stepped foot into the bathroom, she even ignored the alarm of her phone still ringing.
About half an hour Mayla's been sorted out. Just about to close the boarding door, his phone reads "Mamah" as the caller there.
[calling]
Mamma
"yes mah?" abugn.
"how's it going, chat mamah ko ngga in bales? Have you eaten? How's your pocket money?" ask her mom in the room.
"hm I'm good, already, I've eaten" replied Mayla who now focuses on a can of coffee that is still sealed in the grip of her hand.
"thank God, baby, you transfer yes to you" said the mama.
"no, mayla still has mah. It's for your sake" replied Mayla.
"ah mah, Mayla again on the way. Mamah is healthy yes Mayla weekend there kangen mamah" he said ending the call.
Because the finances again drag and the rest of the money was just a little Mayla decided to walk to the campus considering the hours of college is still quite far away.
'lumayan itung-itung ngirit '— inner
About half an hour he arrived, sighing for a moment before he again knit a step towards the faculty.
The barrage of empty seats without the owner became the initial opening of the view when the woman opened the classroom door. chose to ignore her occupying an empty seat in the middle. Mayla rarely sits in front of her, if she sits in front of not the material she absorbs but the dizziness and nausea. Moreover, the position of an empty stomach can you imagine what it feels like.
Whereas if he sits behind it is certain he will not listen to his lecturer, there he will be busy with his own world— fell asleep with his pules. Replacing the hours he stayed up every night.
After a long time came several students who began to occupy their respective benches.
Lamat Mayla watches the activities of all her class students.
Some of them directly watch youtube, he tried to guess maybe during the home of this friend focus on learning.There are also new ones coming directly touch up, and all-out. it is possible that the powder faded because it was swept by the wind when on the road. And there is also a type that directly charger his cell phone until he brought the terminal from home, it seems for some of his friends who this when the night at his house is always off the lights.
Let's start thinking positively like our main character's mind.
"eh there yu" said the woman who was at the end seen if the woman was plugging a cellphone while using it.
What a random morning class.
While Mayla, she looks without interest just to move her body. Choosing to lay his head down.
"THERE'S A LECTURER!!" jerry shouted, who suddenly entered the classroom while carrying his bag, The shout could easily wake Mayla up.
Mr. Heru Siswanto, or often called Pak Sis, is the name of the lecturer of international trade courses that stand in front of him now. The diligent lecturer who is smart only his own, call it that. Because only this lecturer who diligently writes, when all lecturers choose to use the power point of this lecturer prefers to write at length on the whiteboard. it does not matter but not anything grass cipher makes Mayla dizzy looking for the meaning of sidocene writing.
Mayla's first breath was released when she saw Mr. Sis starting to pull out his sactooth marker.
For Mayla Pak Sis it includes lecturers who seem not to care about the surroundings, the article wants students to turn over, koprol or even turn over while the lecturer is still silent. He seemed to not care if the student took notes or not.
A second sigh came out of Mayla's mouth when Mr. Sis started writing on the whiteboard.
a line that can be said smart students fill the front bench is ready with books and their brains. But the main system does not enter that ranks.
Unlike the students behind them prefer to play with their smart phones each ignore the lecturer. there are those who read online comics, watch vidio, vlog, e-commerce scroll, etc, some even sleep.
He is not among that group either.
Mayla's third breath was taken when she saw her empty notebook. He then opened his cell phone gallery looking at a whiteboard photo that was even very obscure.
Since the first photo which means the first meeting with the lecturer Mayla never recorded in the book, he will only photograph it, intending to copy it back in the boarding house. but because the writing of the lecturer is very very good and amazingly aesthetic makes Mayla lazy to do it. the activity of scrolling his phone stopped because of an incoming notification.
Ting!
A short, clear and straightforward message. Apparently Mayla just realized her back seat was empty. Raksa never intended to let go of his habit— went suddenly.
Turning off her phone, Mayla began to focus forward on deciphering the word for word magic writing Mr. Sis. rather than her photos again that ended up piling up and filling her cell phone gallery.
"fought very hard if this lecturer's part" he murmured.
...•••...
Being alone or withdrawing is how Mayla is now, different from the past. Mayla is a cheerful child, her friend is almost in every generation she also has two best friends. But since both parents choose each other's lives, Mayla prefers to be alone shut out of everyone. Until God meets Mayla to Raksa Maulana, the youngest Arganta family who introduces her to reality.
After Mayla meeting them was accidental, at that time Mayla had just returned from the campus OSPEK. she was confused looking for a ride to go home to the boarding house. dead mobile phone, the money ran out to buy the needs of OSPEK tomorrow, he was confused, long story short he had nothing to help in his condition at that time. Coincidentally in front of the campus next to the minimarket a lot of shallow motorcycle taxis, he thought he would pay it when it came to boarding with the savings that Mayla still has. He decided to find an ojek. But almost the average temperament of the base is creepy. Mayla was almost thinking of seeing Rega and spying for help, until her eyes met the cold eyes of the male owner of the Red aerox motorcycle who looked his age. Without a second thought Mayla immediately asked for help to be delivered, she promised to pay when it reached the destination. Just when he reached the aerox biker he just left, before Mayla even thanked him.
Until right at the first meeting of his lecture, Mayla was shocked by the entry of aerox motorcycle riders into the class—Raksa.
It's been ten minutes Mayla spent here, sitting in the gazebo not far from her faculty.
"Raksa Maulana Arganta" he said spelling word for word Raksa's full name.
"what", a voice on the air answered a question. made him immediately turn his head, looking directly at the brownish iris of the eyes of the name.
"ko here?" mayla asked in shock.
"where do you keep going?" raksa replied, the man then sat down beside Mayla.
Mayla is silent she's not dreaming? is it because he drank too much coffee until he hallucinated?.Mayla clearly got a message that Raksa did not enter the campus. Keep this?
"what was that calling" Raksa said, looking at Mayla.
"i remember when we first met the one you thought was the ojek" Mayla replied afterwards, if remembered honestly Mayla was a little embarrassed.
"oh"
"wait can you be here?" tanya Mayla repeated the question that the Arganta man had not answered earlier.
"where should it be?" ask Raksa, ask Raksa,
"wasn't it outside?" mayla asked as she looked back to the front watching every student in front of them.
"Which I said outside, I said not to come in. Not outside" he said, staring at the woman beside him at a glance.
"so you were in college?" ask Mayla. Raksa nodded.
"why not go to class?"
"i'll say don't ask", hearing Raksa's answer, Mayla chose silence.
"was I a wealthy motorcycle taxi man?" asked Raksa afterwards, attracting the attention of the woman beside the man Arganta.
"the hell, my mind is deadlocked. I think because you're there, it means you ojek"
"some of you also did not say you were not a motorcycle taxi at that time" after Mayla defended herself. Indeed, at that time the aerox biker was just silent, strangely he did not comment anything let alone say that he was not a motorcycle taxi. Instead, give the helmet to Mayla. Well don't blame Mayla if she thinks that Raksa is a motorcycle taxi. If not why just shut up?
There was no refutation of the mouth of the Arganta man, for what the woman beside him said was true.
Quiet for a moment, until the focus of Raksa fell on the canned coffee in front of Mayla.
"do not drink coffee often" he said, as he went to pick up the woman's coffee next to him, leaving the strawberry-flavored box milk on the table.
"where you going?" tanya Mayla looked up at Raksa.
"i still have business. oh yes, our first meeting was not fitting you thought I was a motorcycle taxi driver, but we've met before" he said then left, leaving Mayla and leaving a question in the mind of the woman.
'continue when?' — inner Mayla
After the death of Raksa Mayla just realized if there is milk box on the table, it seems that the Arganta man was deliberately left.As he moved he stuck a straw into the milk box and then drank it.
On the way home he was shocked when suddenly a car stopped right in front of him. He subconsciously squeezed the milk box in his grasp, just as he saw someone coming out of the car.