You remember the first time we met, at that time we were still in junior high school and the same school and even had classes. It didn't feel like we were about to graduate and that's where I started to know love, somehow love just came. The vibration was felt when at that time during an empty class you made a toy plane out of your paper book and then you threw the toy plane and whether coincidentally or not the plane you flew it landed on the classroom bench where I was sitting that's where we started looking at each other your sharp gaze brought another atmosphere to my heart then you started to approach me and said sorry because the toy plane fell on the bench where I was sitting.
I wonder why I have to apologize even though it's normal, when he took his toy plane he saw a picture of my painting he said my painting was good there we started getting close at that time WhatsApp, BBM and Instagram were not trendy. There was only one very popular application, namely Facebook. On Facebook, me and Sekar Saraswati (the woman who introduced me to love) started replying to each other's comments and likes on Facebook as if I smiled to myself when I posted something and the first person to like and comment was you almost every time I posted. the first to give a like, in my heart I asked if there was another code behind his treatment or his account was too self-conscious. It's strange when people are in love, whatever is always associated with things that are not necessarily true or have the same feeling. My days are getting more and more erratic hoping tomorrow will come quickly so I can see Sekar at school, Hoping the long holiday will pass quickly and I can meet now It's strange that my figure who used to be quiet and indifferent to women is now always waiting for growth and longing.
After sharing laughter on social media for a long time, now I'm trying to get up the courage to have a chat with Sekar at school and coincidentally that day was a student creativity week, there were no teaching and learning activities.
With a pounding heart and trembling legs, I slowly walked over to Sekar who was sitting on the edge of the basketball court.
Me: hey sekar can you sit down?
Sekar: ok zen, please sit down.
Me: thank you.
Before continuing the conversation, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Mazen, there's nothing special about me, I'm just an ordinary man who admires Saraswati's current figure forever.
I thought that after sitting beside Sekar everything would be as I imagined but in fact we were both confused about where to start and finally I just said that I wanted to ask for his cellphone number now
I ; khem,,, do you have a cellphone now?
Sekar; have, that's why I have Facebook
I ; oh yeah, forgot hehehe (for a moment my veins of shame screamed, why are you asking things that don't matter, you stupid idiot)
I ; can i have your cell phone number please?
Sekar; Yes, you can.
I ; where do I write
Immediately Sekar told me his cellphone number and I wrote it in my school assignment book.
I left feeling happy without looking and just focusing on looking at the cell phone number I wrote down. Suddenly a basketball came from the front and fell on my head. Instantly my head was dizzy and everyone who was watching basketball laughed at me and said "if you walk around, don't focus on paper, what kind of paper is that, draw a prize for Umrah" ahh what a shame .
It was already late in the afternoon and the PKS event was over and we went home.
In the evening I started conversing with Sekar via sms or telephone, I still remember that every time we texted each other, sometimes one of us ran out of credit and usually the cellphone pulses that were still there used to pay coincidentally in the past, if you use a Telkomsel card, you can pay sms people who send sms have run out of credit or like to borrow their parents' cellphones to tell them if they can't text and call because there is a family event or the pulse runs out and at the end of typing the sms there must always be words not to reply to this sms because this is a number my parents, yes, if you reply to the sms, it will be found out automatically and of course it can be a world war to so many. It's a shameful but beautiful memory to remember, even me and Sekar almost every night talk about things that are not important and god-level things. Sometimes if you want to call, we have to package the pulse first so that it lasts, my days are always like that when Sekar comes at my life.
It doesn't feel like a week from the start of the national exam, I who don't care about the exam, I saw people busy reading books studying the question bank, I thought why are you just busy now to study, then three years of your study process anywhere I noticed that people who used to be the laziest to study, never did homework, always skipped school, now become like a great professor who is doing research with his head tied by a school tie, his right ear has a pen ready to record every answer and turns into a tiger when there are people who disturb him, even though it doesn't bother him, he just wants to take him to the canteen to eat. How dangerous is the national exam? To the point that it can make someone so afraid.
Day after day passed exam after national exam we passed, during the exam everyone focused on the questions in front of them even though I'm sure 60% of the questions they didn't understand, when there was 5 minutes left that's where the ritual passed down from generation to generation began, namely the counting ritual. buttons, just imagine that about 20 unanswered questions can be finished in 5 minutes. It's weird, doesn't it feel like even Albert Einstein would not be that quick to answer 20 questions that can be answered in 5 minutes unless yes, that's the answer at random.
Sometimes a question crosses my mind, if in the last 5 minutes you were able to complete 20 questions, why didn't you finish from the beginning, the time we got to fill out 40 questions was given 80 minutes, 75 minutes of time passed, what did you do? Fingering, gazing like Roy Kiyoshi, until your head is bald will also not be a great magician like Deddy Corbuzier. It's strange but I have to admit that everyone who is taking national exams has experienced this.