My Amar
3.Amar His name

In class. I ate the bread, which had been given by the baker. He gave it, not sold it. So, I got the bread for free. It can be said as a promotion, or whatever it is.

That bread, it tastes bland. No taste, empty. Not like the chocolate bread I ate yesterday. There's chocolate in it.

It's like a trap or something. I'm rattled. I don't understand what the baker wants.

After finishing the bread. I opened the envelope he had given me earlier. It's just a scrap paper. Just like yesterday's paper. The paper was folded. About 6 or 7 folds.

"How does it feel? At first, it was chocolate. But the chocolate was lost at the meal of Deden. Like I said, the taste once was. But back lost. Lost because of the eating of Deden." That's how it says on the paper.

I laugh. I thought, it was an extension of the shortened flavors like yesterday. Apparently not, it's not an extension. Except as a curse. Ahahahah.

"What's Sa?" ask Hani. Because, looking at me who suddenly laughed.

"It's han." I gave the letter earlier.Hani also, laughing after reading it.

I got the letter back in my bag. I don't know, I just want to keep it. No more meaning.

-oOo

I asked who the baker was. And, I finally know his name. Hani said his name was Amar. Amar Septian's. Quite a unique name in my opinion.

Amar is not a bread seller. In fact, he never sold bread even once. Hani said, it was just his wits to get close to me. Amar is also famous in schools, especially in the BP room. He was a naughty, wayward, stubborn, and troublemaking student, Hani said at the time.

Amar likes brawl, mabok, smoking, drugs and others. Ira said don't get close to him. Later I was kidnapped, continue to bring the party to the house of his friends.

At that moment I was scared. Amar seems to be a villain in my shadow. I was scared like Ira said back then.

-oOo

I just finished praying at the Mushola. Intentionally, I was just as willing to go back to class. Suddenly Amar, the same two friends I now know named Dede and Acil confronted us.

"Kamana oak, Amar?" eneng asked, using Sundanese which means: "where are you going, Amar?"

"Solat atu," said Amar.

"The sweet-sucking shit?" ask Ira. ("Do you often pray?").

"Solatku diligently," said Amar.

"Ti iraha?" ask Eneng. ("When?")

"Since now, and so on," said Amar. "I'm again deketin chick. So we must pray to God."

Amar and his friend went into the ablution. Hani said, if the girl Amar meant was me. I didn't respond too much. Anyway, I wasn't interested in Amar at the time.

Plus, I'm a little scared of him right now. I don't know, the news about him is true or not. Now, I just need to keep my distance and watch out for him at this time.

-oOo

When I got home from school, I met Amar again. This is no coincidence. I know, Amar did it on purpose.

He pretended to be a baker at the time. In fact, I already know who he is. But, I didn't tell him.

"Want to order some more bread?" ask Amar.

"I know you're not a baker" I said.

Amar. It seemed, he was shocked, that his identity had already been discovered.

"Well." yeah." Amar patted the jidat. "Kanyahoan eung." ("Knowledge.")

"You know why I'm disguised as a baker?" ask Amar.

Actually, I wanted to answer I already knew. I wanted to answer if I knew, she did, to get close to me. But baby, what came out of my mouth at that time was the word: "What?"

I'm afraid my guess is wrong. I can be ashamed, if Amar does not like me. Later in thought, I kegeeran again, thought he liked her.

"I like you. But, shame to say," said Amar.

At that moment, he openly expressed his feelings. Yes, even with those strange words. Like an alien who has just been lost on earth for the past few years.

"That just said," I said.

"Itumah, right, said alesan I sold bread. Not saying I like you," he said.

I smile. He's a weird guy, too. Shame to say he said, when he said.

The approach is quite unique. Unlike ordinary people, who are monotonous and have done a lot of people. Amar's different. She was weird, but I'm sure, if you were me then, you would be so happy.

-oOo

At that time, I was following the flag ceremony. I see, Amar became a ceremonial officer. More precisely, the flag raiser.  Amar did it with two of his friends, Jupri and Ahmad.

I laughed, seeing him stand in the line of ceremonial officers. I'm not sure if Amar used to do that. Hani and Eneng also said, they are not sure what they saw.

My guess was right then. Amar made a lot of mistakes with two of his friends. Starting from the steps that are not together, chatting and blaming each other. In fact, the worst, is that the flag is upside down to white red, not red white.

The ceremony then became chaotic. Many mistakes made by the raisers.

The disciples cheered and shouted. Some even threw paper, but went straight into hiding. I think he hates Amar, but he's a coward, haha.

Many scolded and cursed them. He said: "What can a bad boy like them do?" That's what students around me say.

-oOo

The break bell arrives. When I left class, I saw something that made me laugh. I saw that Amar was being punished with two of his friends, Ahmad and Dede. They respect the flag. I think this was done by them this morning. It seemed, because of the mistake they made during the ceremony.

His mistakes are hard to forgive. Otherwise, the flag is upside down. That could be called an insult even if unintentionally.

I approached Amar on the edge of the field. I told my friend I wanted to go to the bathroom. At that time, the direction to the bathroom made me see Amar up close. For that reason, so I don't suspect my friend wants to see Amar up close.

I saw him grinning. He honoured the flag with two of his friends. Face's hot. Sweat was pouring out, and their clothes were also wet from sweat.

Amar glanced at me. I immediately threw my eyes off her. I was scared, he thought I wanted to see him, even though it was.

Suddenly Amar came up to me and stopped respecting the flag just like that. I think he is being punished. But why come near me?

"Where are you going?" ask Amar.

"To wc," I replied.

"Do you want me to take you?"

"Ih. Why?"

"Fear of getting lost."

"No need" I said. "Partially, the wc is also deket."

"Near in the hand is far in the eye" said Amar. Which I never understood the meaning of his words until now.

Actually many, words that I did not understand from Amar until now. But, that's one of them. I don't know what that means. And, forget it, it doesn't matter to you.

-oOo

In november, 2015. Art competition at school. I forgot exactly what date. But if not wrong, it is the second week of November.

Race's assorted. There are painting, drawing, choir, vocal solo, poetry musicalization, poetry creation, craft making, singing, playing an instrument, and more.

The race was held for one school. Each class, can only register one student to participate in one branch of the competition. So, one race can only be participated by one person, from each class. Except choir and musical poetry.

Hani is in a singing competition. Ira, in the painting race. Eneng, he participated in the musical poetry and paired with Zaki. While I myself am writing poetry.

I am not a person who likes to write poetry. But, how else, I was told to go with my friends. He said, I'm the best at creating poetry in this class. And I just agree. Anyway, that, won't hurt me.

-oOo

One race, the place is different. There is something outside, something inside the room. So, all the races are held simultaneously. Not one-one. Instead, all races are done at the same time, but different places.

My place in the room. The Class 3 IPS 5. There I saw Amar. He also participated in the pusi copyright competition apparently. I laugh, I can't believe he's in this race.

I thought he was just playing around at the time. I just thought, Amar just wants to see me. But I don't know, my guess is right or wrong.

The poetry race began. We were given 15 minutes to finish our poem. After that, we all collected our work. Don't forget to give it a name too.

After that we left the class. Amar. He was facing me right in front.

"Hey," I said to Amar.

"Is this race too?" ask Amar.

"Yes" I replied. "Yourselves, in this race?"

"Yes. I'm gonna win this race."

"Related?" my many.

"Yes" he answered. "Because of my poetry about you. So I'm gonna win."

At that moment I laughed. I don't believe his words. Yeah, don't believe in both. Can't believe Amar will win, and doesn't believe his poetry about me. I'm sure he's just kidding.

"Sorry, if I make you lose the race" said Amar, who just left.

I went straight to Eneng's place at that time. The competition is not finished, and Eneng has not yet performed. So I want to see him perform.

-oOo