A Wound Wound A Wound
Yes, there are

Aksara closed her eyes for a moment. Recalling the events of a dozen years ago. The wound still stuck firmly in his heart. Even though he himself still did not believe in his decision at that time. A painful farewell. But ultimately fate brought them back together.

The night was getting late, Aksara walked towards the kitchen. Take a coffee sachet and brew it with hot water. Can only look at the coffee froth floating in the cup after he stirred it. With a heavy breath, Aksara walked back to where he was.

Yosi was a friend during his school days. Where they have also been in a relationship to get into High School. But because of the invisible caste, the relationship between them must end. Born into an only child and from a top family. Whatever he wants, must be fulfilled, except his love for Aksara.

Aksara again set foot into the contest. Trying to close his eyes for a moment. Honey, his thoughts that are not in line with his heart make him unable to fall asleep.

Get back up to his desk. In the cold coffee. The shadow is still unable to escape from the figure of Yosi. A lover from his past. Still vividly imagined in his heart, he was first acquainted with Yosi.

***

School Term

Immediately run to the bus that is still waiting for passengers. The clock on Aksara's hand has shown seven hours to four minutes. It's obviously too late to go to school. Though the distance from home to school takes fifteen minutes. There was no time to walk from her bus to her school.

Roughly Aksara exhaled her breath. The time is also free, because the bus is still waiting for other passengers.

"It's okay, it's the first day of school." he murmured.

"Yok the market, the emol, who wants to work, the school, who wants to go for a walk... Tarrrrrriiikkk!!!"

"The Bureau?" (how) ask kenek.

"Patangty papat ngo tuku solar, sik satus ewu ngo deposit." Answer the driver. (forty-four to buy solar, which is one hundred thousand for deposit)

"Rampung iki mandek sik terminal, mengeleh meh manganese. Koe wes at your bojo maki rung? (Finished this stops at the terminal first, hungry I want to eat first. Your wife has fed you yet?) Shouted the driver, his eyes remained focused straight ahead looking at the paved road.

"I'm in gawani sego bojo ku sak rantang sir, kanko in manganese together." (My wife brought me one bushel, later at a meal together.)

"Weeess jan, new manten, hahahaha. As long as I mocked." (waaahhh bride haru, hahaha. finished this later eat first, hungry me.).

Aksara gawked at the driver's conversation with his kernet.

"Piro iki dek, yah ene again nudge the school." (what time is this deck, the next hour just left school.) Ask kernet, while pulling the fare.

"Hehehe..." Aksara just smiled without knowing what to answer, because he was not too fluent in Javanese.

"Cost on the cost of the fare..." Without waiting for an answer from Aksara, the kernet passed pulling the next passenger fare.

As time passed, the rising sun was no longer ignored by the Aksara. Late school felt like it was already.