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03. Morin Felt Bad

They quickly ate breakfast. They no longer enjoyed the breakfast menu at the four-star hotel. Each head is filled with images of joy meeting people who have been an important part of their teenage lives.

“Come, come..” cried Morin looking at Sisca who was still circulating his gaze as soon as they reached the side of the road.

Sisca looked at the hotel they occupied. As a hotel person, for some reason, he always compares the hotel visited with the hotel where he worked. According to him, the hotel in the area of Medan Petisah is only less high with its hotel in Sibea-bea on the outskirts of Lake Toba. The appearance and service are not much different.

They crossed a not so crowded road. Because it's still morning and holiday. Passing their way on the sidewalk for about 200 meters they were immediately greeted by a gate full of flower boards. “Wah, great! Many flower boards,” chirps Nadia happy.

But Sisca pouted. “Aduh, why don't you remember. Should have made a flower board also me,” he said regretting his forgetfulness. Not only does it add excitement but it can also be for hotel promotion, he thought.

“Tuh, there's still the flower officer. Maybe can message on them,” said Nadia suggested.

“Still this morning, not too late,” Morin said anyway.

“Wait for them,” said Sisca as she approached two officers who were installing flower boards. He asked for a large flower board. It seems that it can still. Give him his business card. “From his hotel that's it. No need to name me,” he said and directly pay the cost.

Sisca again approached Morin and Nadia with a happy laugh. “Support once still can.” On his head was a large flower board with the name Hotel Grand Sibea-bea plastered. All promotions, he said in his heart.

“It seems like there are not many people coming,” Nadia said after seeing only a few cars parked on the front page of the school. “What do we part of?”

“Betul, we are part,” said Morin confirmed. “New eight o'clock.”

“Good us part of being late,” said Sisca holding a smile.

Morin did not want to be mocked even though he knew the direction Sisca said. He understood it and just said, “It sure is better.”

It's changed a lot. But the front of the school has not changed all. Still an old building one floor and clearly visible chairman. The front yard looks beautiful with flowers and protective plants.

Towards the passageway between the school buildings Sisca held back a step. He turned to the left side. Looks a row of large and small pots overgrown with various flowers. Behind him stood a perimeter wall with a building next to it.

Sisca drew eyes with a disappointed breath. Once there was a motorcycle parking lot. And he hasn't forgotten. After school he often went there. Not the motorcycle parked there. Instead of following Timo who will take him home with a big motorcycle that sounds shrill like the sound of a factory. Duh, why is there no more parking?

“Oii mother! Magnitude!” morin shouted breaking Sisca's memories with a parking lot. Sisca and Nadia were stunned with glaring eyes. Large and tall tents surround the central courtyard. Tents with different colors. So festive. “I guess the show is in the hall. It's gonna be a one-time frame,”

Not yet had the three clenched their mouths in admiration, they had been greeted by the greetings of the guests who were dressed in uniforms. “Good morning brother. Welcome then. Please fill in the guest book first.”

Nadia was the first to fill out the guestbook due to the nearby running on the left side. “Please yes,” said Sisca who still circulates the view.

“Heh, where can I? Use your signature and write the HP number as well.”

There were dozens of people coming. Estimated Sisca seats are divided into two places with a road in the middle can be occupied by 400 to 500 people. On both sides are rows of tables, some of which are filled with drinks and boxes of cakes. There are also many flower boards in front of the school building that encircle the courtyard where the reunion event.

“It looks like none of our classmates have come,” said Sisca after staring one by one the guests who have sat down.

“Each of us take a walk first,” Morin said. Sisca agreed immediately. But Nadia who still feels tired by traveling all night by bus from Padang looking for an excuse, “I wait here. All guard the seats,” point it at the second row of seats from the front.

“Betul also. Can lose strategic position if not guarded.“

Morin and Sisca were very sad. He pulls Morin's hand which immediately knows where he's headed. Begita got to the back of the food tent heard the sound of Sisca's shock. “Heh, already new building.”

“Aduh, lost again our place of memory,” Morin bells see a row of classes that have changed the building.

Sisca did not stop the move. He approached the building which according to the calculation of his memory map was their former class. He needed Morin's support. “Here is our first class?”

But not the support he gets. Because Morin said, “Tak sure as well. The position of this new building is different from the old one.”

“Yes too yes,” gumannya. Sisca upright stunned. He tried to restore his memory. A few jokes later he made sure not to forget. “Betul this is where our class is. I remember once our class was straightened to the middle yard exactly parallel to the basketball ring pole. Well, that's the pole there,” said Sisca pointed to the basketball goalpost in the middle of the yard between rows of seats.

In Morin's heart praised his memory. But he prefers to follow his own. “It looks like the position of the basketball court has changed as well.”

Sisca shook her head quickly. “No!” sanya. “Basketball field is located at the very edge. A few meters next to it was a two-story concrete shelf. It used to be the seat where we watched if there was a basketball match. You remember right?”

“Remember. But that place no longer exists. It has become a page,” said Morin also that causes Sisca to doubt himself with his memory.

But he is still trying to find certainty. A few days later, his face brightened again. “Our class is two rooms from the corner of the building,” he said get a new memory. “This development remains six locales as it used to be. It is a new building, but it is still the same length as the old building. Still six local too,” he added.

Morin. There is no wrong with Sisca. But in the heart.

“Betul, right,” says Sisca laughs ensuring. “This is our first class.”

“If right trus for what?” morin asked, acting stupid.

Sisca asked herself. Wh-wh-what for? It was hard for him to return memories to a dozen years ago just to make sure their last locale was at this school. But after getting that certainty he asked what his needs were. Bring back the good memories of High School?

“How to remember the old when the local and the building have changed?” ask Morin lightly.

Morin knew what was on his mind. But Morin's words were piercing his heart. Sisca turned her head. Not looking in the glass window. He hurried to walk without a sound.