INDIGO “SANG INVISIBLE MATA”
CHAPTER 45 FIFTH STORY AND RESPONSE

(SMA xx, Semester 4)

“Hoaam”

The cold morning air made me yawn, feeling lazy to go to school. Today was a late-semester rapot split, making me quite nervous.

“Me or Ainur again who will be the first rank?”

Of course for both of us and our classmates it was very reasonable to look forward to, because we were both competing hard to get first place.

I hold the highest number of first place so far with 2-time 1st-time champion in the class, while Ainur is only one-time.

“Ferdi!”

Agus came patting my back, please,

“Oi pain lah”

But I don't mind it, if I serve it it it will only get worse.

“Ahh can't wait for this rapot to run out of holiday” said Agus

“Yah indeed, I also want holiday”

“Where are you Fer?”

“Say my mother we want to meet a brother at Alam” Fence

“Wuis delicious, I most at home play pas afternoons”

“Better you use also to learn, fitting class 12 later will be less learning time”

The two of us talked to each other as usual, even looking like a brother and sister. It happened from the time of Junior High, when we were both in a joint stand.

...***...

The atmosphere of the class was quite crowded even though it was still morning, but we students who were present here just waiting for the homeroom and our parents to come.

“Don't be so Cep”

A loud voice from Agus and Ferdi was heard all the way to the classroom, the two of them were still in the hallway.

I always thought it was us who were starting to move away now, both now and in the future.

The incident had passed long enough, and our last conversation was a strong rejection from Ferdi.

After that the distance between us is getting farther, even though we occasionally contact because of lessons or assignments.

Today also maybe Ferdi felt it, a competition that we felt since the 1st grade of High School.

When he stepped in, our eyes met each other, he also frowned as if saying today is who the winner is.

“Hemm” I returned his gaze

...***...

(IPS Class 2)

“Good fathers and mothers, now I will share a student rapot but before that for the rank of 1 to 3 I will call first”

It's almost 10 o'clock which means almost 3 hours we wait from the morning, but other schools I see already someone coming home.

But finally the thing that was waiting for, the announcement of the ranking.

“First rank, Ainur. Please go forward nak”

At that time my heart was quite disappointed, but it didn't matter because it meant we were still a series.

“Second, Ferdi”

“Good bu” I forward with mom

“Three Anna Nur”

The three people who were the same as last semester, occupied the top position in the class ranking, different this time the first rank was taken by Ainur.

“Wah Ferdi lost this semester” said Anna who stood beside me

“Iya, probably because of lack of learning also”

Of course that is not an excuse, because I myself was very busy during the 2nd class especially in the 2nd semester yesterday, had become the chairman of the PMR, the class chairman, the chairman of the Mosque Association, and again became a member of OSIS.

Whether this school likes me or hates me, I feel so tired of taking care of all that responsibility.

But it does not close for Ainur, he is also a little like me, he is the chairman of the Literary Extracurricular, a member of the dance arts Sanggar who always follows the competition, class secretary, class, and become a core MPK device that is almost equivalent to OSIS.

“This time I lost” I thought

“Ferdi this time the second ya” said aunt Siti who surprised me

“Eh yes aunt”

She herself was the Ainur mama I had met before, but I rarely played home anymore so we rarely met.

“Yes, but my sister has been studying diligently. Maybe Ainur is getting better” added my mother

“Eh? Why even side with Ainur?”

“Oh yes next time stop by home again yes, you so rarely play at home. Om and aunty are kangen with you”

“Ohh turns out sister often to the house bu Siti ya”

“Iya but it's been a long time also”

The conversation in the middle of the rapot division, until we sat back down, they still continue to gossip.

I also saw Ainur beside and he realized it. He made a proud expression and mocked me.

“What?! Just watch out for you later. Next I will win” I thought

“Emm” Ainur slightly smile

Well that's the end of the semester in our 11th grade, there's joy and sorrow, there's joy there's sadness, there's love there's hate, there's friends there's enemies. All that's normal for us teenagers, that's the colourful life of a high school boy.

SERIATE....