The Dimension of My Own
Goodbye. Illusions.

Faiz: "Good morning the kids are diligent and smart. Today our lesson is quite relaxed. We'll listen to the story. How good are we to learn it in class or in the yard?”

Udin: "Your yard, sir.. Can you play ball.."

Faiz: "You want to learn, do you want to play ball?”

Udin: "Yeah.. Learn, Sir.. According to the book that you lend, learning while playing will improve the quality of education.”

Faiz: "Where are people spinning the ball while reading the story.”

Udin: "There, sir.. According to the book you lent, the genius usually has a lot of expertise, Mr.”

Faiz: "You are great now, yes.. Since reading the book, it's been an obedient student."

Udin: "Yes dong, sir.. According to the book that you loaned, the student who according to it is one of the evidence of the success of the learning process."

Faiz: "Then.. According to Father, your value is Ee only.”

Udin: "Hehe.. Joking sir, kidding.. Hehehe.”.

The students who attended today's lesson looked so full of cheerfulness. They gathered and sat under a shady tree.

Faiz: "Next.. Beni.”

Beni then advanced with full confidence. This time his face showed a serious expression and immediately started the action.

Beni: "I carved a story under the tree of love.

The clamorous hands suddenly clenched their sweet lips.

Only the sinner's red lips spit out scorn.

His hands clenched violently due to malice.”

Paez: "Ehhh.. Stop, stop, stop.. Ask him to tell you a story, not a poem. You will still appreciate your efforts. But, since you're doing the wrong job, you can only give your value Be."

Beni: "The story is only a human naivety of speech."

Faiz: "Ce."

Beni: "Awraith.. Why go down to Ce, sir? How strong are you, O charity balancer.”

Faiz: "Gee.. Unique enough... Just look.. If you can make a good poem, you raise your value to Aa.”

Beni: "Well.. That's fair, Mr. Faiz.”

Beni then paused for a moment, thinking about what sentences he should make.

Beni: "With strong feelings.. Even clear skies must always follow where cloudy clouds will blow.. Then.. Stretch your hand to the edge of the sky, so that it can touch the soft light.”

Faiz: "Father knows.. That means patience and prayer, right? Plagiarism.. Ce.”

Beni: "Gee.” (Slow down and return to his seat.)

Faiz: "Next.. Budi.”

Budi then stood up and immediately headed to the point Faiz had prepared. Under the shady tree, Budi took a deep breath even though just to strengthen his mentality. He then began to read his book.

In the illusion, I saw her smiling sweetly. In the illusion, I heard him laughing cheerfully. In the illusion, I felt the warmth of the joyful atmosphere.

"Davids.. David..! Wake up..! Come banguuuuun..!!”

The soft voice called out his name.

David: "What's up, Erza?”

Erza: "See that..! See that.!!”

He pointed his index finger at a celestial being. A dead star shrouded by thick clouds.

Erza: "I want to go to the sky.. I want to turn it on.”.

David: "Alright.. Let's go there.”

Step together.. Climb the hills that scented the sun. Lung grass that scatter dandelion flowers. Tracing the valleys that sprinkle cold mist.

Erza: "David, that's the ladder.”

David: "Truly beautiful stairs.”

Found her.. A spotless white staircase that coiled and swirled up to the end of the sky.

Erza: "Let's go up.”

David: "All right. Let's go up."

There were so many words that wanted to be spoken, but could only find the inner voice that kept screaming. His gaze slowly sank swept away by the clouds. Drowning and getting drowned. I want time to stop, even if only to see it for longer.

But now... It just disappeared... It fell and hit the ground. In fact, even death seemed to not want to befriend him, even though his body had been filled with so many wounds.

He had forgotten how to stand up.

The man reassembled the remnants of the power that existed to be able to rise. Slowly, he tried to stand up despite the intense pain.

Now... A new star was born.. Shining with its brilliance decorated by a variety of colors. The man looked up at the sky. And with a slight smile, he could only speak inwardly.

“(Thank God... You succeed... I say congratulations.)”

The beautiful stairs instantly began to become fragile and broke into small pieces. Until finally, it turned into a sparkle of dust that was blown by the soft wind.

With all that was available, he strengthened his footsteps down the path that had been filled with thick and black mud. Step by step, step by step, until the fatigue finally managed to defeat him.

He leaned against an old tree that would not even be able to shade him from the color of the fiery red sky.

The darkness little by little began to swallow the sight of the twilight of the city. Until in the end, the darkness also gradually began to swallow itself. The power is at the last point. His eyes became faint and slowly began to close... Keep slowly... Getting slower... And slowly it finally closed...

“(Goodbye... Illusion.)”

Budi had finished his story, but Faiz was still stunned and dissolved in his daydream. Budi could only quietly wait for a response from Faiz.

Faiz: "It's really you who made it?” (Doubtful.)

Budi: "Pak Faiz doubts the credibility of this work?”

Faiz: "It's not so.. I like your story. But, that piece is too abstract for a kid your age.”

Budi: "I just followed the guide in the book that Mr. Faiz lent me.”

Faiz: "Well, good. Your story Father loves the value of Aa. You can ask for a copy of the story, yes?”

Tread: "Aa plus.”

Faiz: "Yes, Aa plus.”

Budi then handed over the book and returned with a triumphant smile.

Faiz: "Next... …”

They said, All I need is love.

But love makes me even more so.

They said, Be a warrior of love.

Love treats me like a loser.

The school bell rang loudly. The innocent children immediately ran around with wide smiles on their faces. Running with a definite purpose.. Namely, pursue other bliss out there. The teachers were also seen carrying wide smiles on their faces. They talk to each other and laugh at each other. Their goal is nothing but to appreciate their hard work today.

Faiz was seen hastily leaving the teacher's room after finishing his report book. With a piece of paper in his hand, he stepped very quickly, only to be able to get to where he wanted to go.

Inyang: "Looks like I have a special guest, today.” (So soon stands looking at the coming of Faiz.)

Faiz: "Well, what's the special guest, Prof? Only teachers like this.” (Being a condolence.)

Inyang: "Not to be ashamed of that. Welcome Shaykh, in this little hut of mine.” (Shaking Faiz's hand)

Faiz: "Gee.. There's no need to be so low, prof. It could be a small hut, who knows the contents could shake the world.” (Efforts to compensate Inyang.)

Inyang: "Come, Shaykh. Please sit. I'll make you drink.” (Smiling to Faiz.)

Faiz: "No need to bother Prof, just plain water. Incidentally, my throat is a bit dry as well."

Inyang: "Alright. I'll get the water first. Please wait a minute.” (Flew soon.)

Not long after, Inyang came with an empty glass and a water pitcher in his hand.

Inyang: "So, what led the Shaykh to come to see me, today?”

Faiz: "Look, Prof.. I just want to know, what the Professor thinks about this work." (give the copy paper to Inyang.)

He then read the writing on the paper with wisdom. Inyang instantly fell silent and his eyes were seen pointing towards the far end of the world after reading into the entire contents of the story.

Next: "Look, Shaykh.”

Faiz: "Yes?”

Inyang: "If someone who gets hurt and then says it's okay or okay, it's precisely that person who really should be prioritized to be healed immediately. It could be that he looks fine, even though the wound he suffered was slowly devouring his soul and heart.”

Faiz: "Gee.”