"Diga have you eaten?" asked Diga's mother, who called at night with a voice full of anxiety.
"Yes, ma'am, the side dish was chicken and soup," replied Diga, holding back the pain.
"Have you used the mosquito repellent lotion?"
"Isn't it cold?"
And many other questions were asked by Diga's mother, which made Diga a little annoyed because he was like a child living with his mother.
"Yes, ma'am. Diga sleeps first," said Diga, activating the phone.
Diga is shocked because his shoulder is being pushed hard by Dimas. It turned out that Dimas could not be stopped after hearing Wisnu's words and immediately approached Diga.
Gradually we understand that emotions can sometimes damage others, seeking the truth to do before we judge others.
The blue jacket that had been cold all this time was now because Diga had to take it off. After all, it was dirty and filled with dirt on the streets. Dimas' encouragement is not the main Diga who tries not to reply to Dimas' treatment can only do without explanation because he does not give space to explain everything.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" said Rara, who was on patrol to see her group's children.
Diga tried not to answer Rara's words because he avoided many questions that would come out of his mouth.
Diga immediately felt pain while holding back what was on his back. Tonight he needed Kai to tell all his heart and frustration, but he couldn't tell Kai because it would prolong the problem.
* * *
The sunny morning begins with hearing the chirping of birds flying freely in the sky, the many shady trees prolonging the cool air of the night.
All the committee and other members were busy preparing breakfast for the participants because this time, the committee did not use catering services to eat and cook to increase the closeness of fellow members.
"Ga, help carry this," said Fahri, a friend of Diga's tent. He immediately handed over the cooking utensils he was carrying and handed everything to Diga to take to the kitchen.
"DOOR!!!" Kai said, surprising Diga, who was seriously walking towards the kitchen.
"WOW!" Diga felt pain because Kai touched his shoulder hard to startle him.
"Uh, why? Is it sick?"
Diga didn't answer that and just continued his journey. Along the way, Kai, who told about his approach with Nanang, made Diga's mood even more awkward.
"No, do you want to know? Sis Nanang, Gan! He keeps talking to me!" Kai said excitedly to share his happiness with Diga.
"What's wrong with Nana?"
"Yeah, he kept talking to me. He said, 'if there's anything, just call me' that's what he said!" repeated Kai.
Diga tried to cover his aching back because he couldn't possibly complain now in front of Kai's happiness. Beautifully painted is the curve of a smile that emanates from Kai's lips which always hypnotizes Diga's eyes.
"Ugh. Why don't you shut up?"
"You've been saying that all along. Don't you see I'm having a hard time bringing all of this together?" said Diga changing the conversation.
We have to cover up a lot of sadness even in front of the right person to tell it all just because we don't want her happiness to be ruined when we hear the sadness we experience.
"Come on, EVERYTHING. GET UP IN THE HALL FOR BREAKFAST BECAUSE WE WILL BE ACTIVITIES UNTIL THE NIGHT!" shouted Rio using the toa in his hand.
All the students quickly gathered because they were already starving. The food is distributed using plastic plates that we have brought one by one, maybe the reason is very cliche, namely so as not to bother the committee to buy more containers.
"Here," said Dinda, who became the consumption section. His bitchy face reflects her arrogant self, and she dislikes his second-year students.
Kai sat in the far corner of the hall because he didn't get a place in the middle. His eyes kept looking for where Diga was eating this food, but he couldn't find it.
"May I sit here?" asked Nanang, who had just arrived with a plate of rice in his hand.
Nanang's arrival made Kai not focus on his food; when he ate quickly, the activity stopped, and he immediately shifted his seat to give Nanang a place.
Kai nodded his head because there was still a lot in his mouth.
"Cheer up, later," repeated Nanang after a mouthful of rice entered his mouth.
"Hehe. Ii-yeah, sis," Kai answered awkwardly.
* * *
From a distance, it turned out that Dinda, who was distributing food, saw Kai and Nanang together, making her anger increase.
"Halah, how could a classmate be close to Nanang!" said Dinda to her friend next door.
"Just look at it; I'll kill it if he's close to Nanang again!"
Dinda clenched her fists tightly as she uttered an expletive that she would address Kai.
* * *
The first activity this morning is to look for flags that have been planted in various trees around the arena, flags bearing the school logo will be collected per team, and the winning team is the one who can manage 20 flags and one red flag at the end of the arena.
Diga just heard the program and sighed again because it was better at home and lying on a soft mattress.
"Oi, just daydreaming," surprised Farhan, who had just sat beside Diga, who was cleaning up the equipment to be brought to the game arena.
"I'm sluggish," said Diga.
"If I'm left alone here, it's okay; I'm comfortable in a tent even though there are many mosquitoes," repeated Diga.
Farhan immediately laughed because he saw his friend like that; he accidentally patted Diga's back.
"Aww!" Diga moaned, making Farhan shocked.
"Why?"
Diga immediately took off his clothes because he felt like there was a scratch on the skin behind him, assisted by Farhan.
"No, bad. Lol, why? This wound has opened up like this," Farhan said hysterically.
Diga is still trying to cover up what happened that night to anyone because he doesn't want any more commotion after that; moreover, he doesn't want to die at the hands of an annoying person like Dimas.
"It's okay. Come on!" invited Diga while holding the pain.
The pain in Diga's back doesn't seem like it's nothing when Kai exclaims his happiness about Nanang trying to get close to him. Feelings of jealousy are getting more and more bubbling, but there is a big wall that seems to prevent him from voicing his heart's content.
Sometimes a lot of feelings must be buried to maintain a good relationship with others, even though they feel pain, even though the surface wants to be released.