TWILIGHT
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Arga POVs

"Atma..."

Me and Mr. Atma turned their heads. It is fine if I call Kak or Mas kayak Dusk. Ah do not distance, why also follow the twilight.

Mr. Bayu seemed to approach us.

"Well, I've got to learn to call Mr in front of your name."

"Ah, Mr. Bayu don't do that."

"I am proud of you. Even though you are capable in other subjects, but you chose fine art."

I know, it's Dusk and all his brothers are smart brained. I also know that her sister is a teacher. But I didn't think that fine art was a lesson she learned at school.

"I'm a big fan of you." Timpal Mr. Atma.

"This could be the same Arga. And your arm is why isn't it?" asked Mr. Bayu when he saw my arm was wrapped in gauze and plaster.

"So fell sir. Nolongin my brother." Mr. Atma answered Mr. Bayu's question.

I just smiled because my question was answered.

"Sister? Is your sister in school here?"

"Yes sir."

"Oh yes, Arga. Please take this to class yes, I still have to be the same Mr. Atma." Mr. Bayu handed me a book.

"Good Sir. Excuse me first." Then I walked and walked to my class.

At the crossroads, suddenly my feet turned towards the Twilight class. I don't know why I want to pass in front of her class. Wh-wh-what for? I don't know myself.

I arrived in front of class VII f. There was no teacher in it. I continued, because there was no way I could meet him during this class hour.

"Sister..."

Did I hear wrong? Is it possible that Dusk was as brave as that to call me. When my logic tried to resist, my footsteps stopped.

"Sir Arga."

The footsteps came closer as I heard my name once again called. I finally turned my body. The little girl smiled and walked over to me.

"Sir Arga is okay?" the smile was gone replaced with a worry that was clear from the look in his eyes.

"It's okay, just gini doang." I showed him my arm.

"I mean, Mas Atma..."

I smiled at him. "Relax, I'm okay."

"Mas Atma what's the talk?"

"Emmm, a lot of it. You want to skip my story?" ask this sweet girl.

"Oh, yes, no." An annoyed raut now adorns his sweet face.

"I went to class first."

I turned and walked away from Dusk.

"Sister..."

I looked up as he called my name once more.

"Ekskul Kak is still accepting new member registration?"

I cringe. "Yes." Yeah." I answered briefly.

"I want to join."

Both corners of my lips were attracted for a moment.

"I'll pick you up after the second hour is over."

"Where?"

"Here."

Without waiting for an answer, I immediately turned around and galloped towards my class. My body felt light as if it had just gained additional power.

"Blog!" I cursed when this smile did not fade, but a little more I arrived at the class. I who do not like to smile will make all my friends wonder if this smile is not lost.

The Arga POV End

Atma walks hand in hand with Pak Bayu to the Art room. There is no special space for fine arts in this school, there is only one room for all types of art taught.

"How's your school prep for selection next month?" ask sir Bayu.

"So far it's safe sir" replied Atma.

"Well, my prestige could have come down if your school representative had won."

"Don't that dong sir, I'm just hinting at this."

Mr. Bayu patted Atma's shoulder. "Whoever gets elected, it's the best."

Pak Bayu showed some paintings by Junior High School 1. Atma watched closely. There was a painting that caught his attention. He approached and tried to observe her.

"What do you think of this painting?"

Atma was surprised because Pak Bayu suddenly stood beside her. "Emm, I feel there is a wound and loneliness implied in this painting sir."

Atma nodded. "It's a talent this kid seems to."

"Not really. But I admit, this is his best work as long as I teach. Usually he draws yes draws only, but never this good."

"Will he be in the selection, sir?"

"Unfortunately no. He's already in 3rd grade and he's also preparing in other fields to represent this school at the city district level."

"Dear ya." Atma looked again at the painting before him. A girl sits alone under a tree. In front of him lay a meadow. He stared far ahead without any object in the limelight.

"You likey?" ask sir Bayu.

"I'm very interested sir."

"Let's take it home." Mr. Bayu suddenly grabbed the phone in his pocket. "There's a phone." After asking for permission, Pak Bayu slightly stayed away to receive o{call.

Atma saw there was writing in the corner. "Arbi Sumarga, may be your painting."

Two hours of lessons passed.

"It's weird coming home at this hour." Ayu chirps while everyone is cleaning up their school tools.

"Make him not come home. Join the same exkul math yuk," asked Ucik.

"Ogah Miss. PR from Mr. Umar has made mumet use want to add exkul," said Ifa.

"Other words, like silat for example," continued Dusk.

"Gile, the more oracles. Can break my body. Some of you yeah, give me the idea of weird."

"It's not strange that Fa, this is in school."

"Oh yes, as I recall...."

"Eh, I'm ahead. Anyone want to come?ppp" Dusk rose suddenly without waiting for Ayu to finish her speech.

All three compactly shook their head.

"Yes, I'm first." Dusk just left his three friends.

"Eladalah, just to say, the man has come."

"Say what?" ask Ifa curious.

"Say that Kak Arga is the chairman of the pencak silat exkul."

Ifa and Ucik then stand to see Dusk which may not be far from clear. And right, in front of the class there was Dusk approaching Arga.

"Yes.." in unison with Ucik and Ifa.

"Well, I'm coming with you, Miss." Ayu finally broke up.

"What's Yu?"

"Follow your excrement."

"Me too" added Ifa.

The three of them walked towards the class used as a math class.

Meanwhile, Dusk is now walking after Arga.

"Sister, can't you go through the art room?"

"Why?" ask Arga.

"Emm, Mas Atma was there," murmured the twilight until Arga barely heard it.

"Your mom's there?"

Dusk nodded.

"The road is muter, is it okay?"

"It's okay, brother."

They walk hand in hand through the areas of classes VIII and IX.

There was a sudden fear perched in the heart of Dusk and Arga realized it. Soon both will pass the front of class IX a to e which is then followed by class VIII a to e as well.

"You want to go through the back of Class VIII?"

Dusk looked up at Arga.

"But in that corner where Tito and his gang gather. Sometimes Indra is there too."

Arga explained everything as if knowing what Dusk was worried about.

"And I don't know, now they have gathered there or are still in their respective classes" continued Arga.

"What's the point, brother?"

Arga nodded.

Dusk suddenly hesitated. Suddenly Arga extended his hand.

"Need a handle let it not fall? "

Had hesitated but Dusk finally received a helping hand.

"Don't be afraid...." Arga tightened his grip.

Dusk smiled and the two stepped together.

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