W A K T U
1 | It's Edelweis and It's Dusk

September 7th, 2018

The iPod constellation and my clock are still playing buzzing making anyone, for the sake of your dearest eardrum, want to turn it off. I do too. I don't know, this noise seems to keep me from being distracted about that silly dream just now.

And in four seconds will come out a middle-aged woman who always smiles at me, whom I call Mother.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Edles!! When do you want to sleep?! Cepet wake! At seven o'clock, the sun is up! Edeeell!!"

I felt my blankets being attracted very subtly and my arms being wiggled along with the constellation of stopped music.

"Mother... Steady again... It's still six o'clock, too" I squirmed for a moment before falling asleep again. The dream was exhausting.

Like, just imagine, you haven't done anything weird since night. You just watch television and drink warm chocolate, then fall asleep. You don't even forget the schoolwork that sometimes asks to be ripped off rather than done.

Not more.

However, the universe sometimes really likes to guarantee things are useless.

For example; throwing me into the past.

Which makes my sleep not as calm as usual. Oh my God, I haven't even fallen asleep.

"No! You're in school at seven, taking a quick shower! After that eat," Mommy still stands with her right hand hitting a little roll—which six years ago is my sister—to my head, "Sometimes Mommy wonder why can have a child like you. From the first Mother woke up at dawn, immediately took a shower. Ck, the kids of today. What's name? Kids of the day? Mending first Mother love you to her paddle Saitama,"

Sometimes, I am also confused to have a mother as magical Mother. The mother has entered the final forty. Three years later he was fifty. However, he was just as random as his classmates. Ah, Mommy does sometimes like to go to school and talk to friends. Mommy even memorized every center and maknae ranging from BTS to suju.

But mother is mother. The type of mothers who if asked to wake up at six, then he will wake up at five and say that it is now seven.

Like now.

Sometimes, yes. Mother's ignorant side that makes me want to be an astronaut continues to move to Mars. Let's meet Papa Elon. Errata. Because of all I've been.

"Mother... Saitama did not open the paddle," said I lazily with a forced smile, "Lagian, Mommy does not want me to go there? Later I'm auto dying who's got a flick in the jidat,"

"Huh? Very weak you have a flick of dying," Mommy still takes care of the mattress and a set of sleeping tools—meaning pillows, bolsters, and blankets, "Pet there shower! Mommy forgot your uniform iron," he said then the figure of Mommy left the room.

I smiled wryly. I don't know why I'm this sentimental after a dream ... Should I call it a dream?

No, I'm not happy, not one bit.

But the dream wasn't as bad as I thought.

Argh, you fool!

"Edeells! Take a shower!!" that voice pulled forcefully from my daydream.

"Yeahah!! This is Edel taking a shower!"

"Manaa?? Mother does not hear the sound of water, tuh,"

Oh, for the sake of Saitama's hair, sometimes I get upset with Mother's ears that are always sensitive to my every move. Yes, Mother's ears are sensitive, why is your heart not sensitive?

I smiled, immediately grabbed the towel and darted towards the bathroom next to the room.

With a dag-dig-dug mind and heart. Well, kangen is also the same pole that kalem bin adem kayak tiling mosque.

Before he speaks (I'll tell you later).

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"You, bye," I said as I wagged my arm. Of course, I would rather sleep on my bench than be busy picking up the overzealous twilight on Monday morning.

This time Dusk knocks on my forehead, "Heh, Jenong! Temenin me, kuy!"

"Ke?"

"Toilet,"

I'm goosebumps. This twilight is male, though his name is as melancholy as that. Danu Buditama. Actually, until now I still doubt calling him with the call 'Senja'. Any one who hesitates calls him Dusk, he will say like this :

"It's up to you to call what. Wanna Dusk cake, Jaka, Danu, handover. But don't call Kara, I'm human, not coconut milk. Buditama is not allowed either. That's my Father's name,"

Then those people understood. The next day, the person again called him 'Senja' in a repulsive tone. Bizarrely.

He's a human with excess carbohydrates. He can never be silent, for a minute. There were always useless babbles or strange movements that he called 'stretching the muscles when the brain was tired of the collection of formulas that were actually alien theories translated into Earth language'.

Yeah, super-duper-mega-odd.

And strangely enough, I've known him well for two years. We are both ridiculous and never clear. Duo abs, absurd and abstract. We often discuss—although the edges will debate capres—beginning about lessons to the layout of street vendors in the terminal.

One thing I know about Dusk, his eyes are magical. Anyone can fall asleep in their eyes. And anyone would love his eyes in one look.

"Whoi, budek! Scribbles! The bell's in again!!"

"Ogah, go to the toilet by yourself sono,"

"Ck, to the cafeteria, ege. I'm kidding,"

"Oh, Ferguso, if it's that joking. But dear, this is the heart. And my feelings aren't that joking,"

"Udah, it'll be later, yes. Now I eat," his hand, which is in fact a man, certainly bigger and stockier than me. That hand swiftly dragged my arm from the passage of the 11th class corridor towards the canteen.

"Ah, finally full," said Dusk patting his flat stomach. Yes, flat. Whereas in front of him were three empty plates whose contents had just entered into that flat stomach. How can, yes.

"Yes, full. The canteen stocked for a break for lo abisin this morning. Congratulations, Dusk," I hissed at the young man who showed his cry.

"Now, make lo," the left hand of Dusk pulled my right hand forcefully, "Because you will not be given a snack," he said leaving a box of milk chocolate in my hand.

I love 'good day' coffee'.

I watched his strapping back without blinking. Besides his eyes, his back was also magical. Dusk often even found a dozen 10th-grade girls secretly staring at his back during the ceremony. Keep hurrying ticking pretentiously distracted. His hands were lowered into the pockets of the restless pretentious pants.

Though mah what, out of the mess to class, he shouted saying, "WOII IT WAS DEGEM-DEGEM ON GUEE CRUSH... I'M LOOKING AT TEROOSS! I ASSURE HIM IN MY HEART SHOUT 'AAA KAK DUSK COGAN GILA'!!"

Luckily twilight was quick**** her lips were in before Dina's peanut-crumb throw came over to the young man's uvula.

I just laughed crisply at the innocent face of Dusk who got damprat Dina. These two lovebirds haven't gotten along since first grade.

I sat myself on the bench.

Wait for.

I don't know why I miss this bench so much? Like it's been empty for weeks. The wood is cold and dusty.

Like in those weeks I didn't land my ass on this piece of wood.

🐾🐾🐾

Tbc.

Hola! This section is dedicated to Edelweis and Dusk. Make other (main) figures will be peeled in the next parts, yes!

Greetings from Muara Angkasa High School,

Edelweiss and Dusk.