Between Our Love and This Morning's Rain
PART 5'S

MOS on the second day.

I went back to school with Cipto, Mr. Kangaroo, because during MOS he was called Kangaroo and he claimed to be proud of the call, we walked down the path we passed yesterday. We were still wearing the same uniform and attributes as yesterday, but there was a little extra to me, the name paper hanging around my neck was now written.

“BIKE!! HA HA HA..” Cipto had repeatedly mentioned the name of the little beast and as much as he mentioned the name, he laughed as much.

I only responded with a wry smile.

“Try yesterday to recite my advice, use the name of a rabbit, it sounds cooler than a ladybug,” he said, after being satisfied to laugh at me.

“Yes, I also don't know if it will be like this,” I replied. “This is also a good luck I can get an animal for me deposited into senior.”

“Ha ha ha..”

Yesterday, after meeting the Beautiful Marmut and leaving her in the park, I resumed my search for animals to hand over to senior. After searching long enough, I finally found a ladybug that perched on a leaf of a flower plant. The poor ladybug was alone, there were no other ladybugs there. I felt sorry for him, but now he's more unfortunate than ever because I had to catch him and put him in plastic, then I leave it to a senior who might not think about the fate of the ladybug. And to remember him, I wrote his name big on my name paper. LADYBIRDS.

You know ladybugs, right? That's you know, a type of food made from cassava that is sliced thinly and then fried. That's chips. Okay, ladybugs are insect-like animals but there are also those who say that ladybugs include plant beetles. The types, shapes and motifs are various and what I leave to Kak Sardi is a beautiful totall patterned ladybug.

After arriving at school, Cipto and I did not go straight to class, we sat for a while on the steps of the mosque. Class hours are still quite long, maybe we are leaving too soon. And as fate would have it, in this place I always saw her, watching her walk gracefully, swaying leisurely, her hair hanging out. And when he passed in front of me.

“Hai..” I ventured to greet him. “Marmut..”.

He stopped and looked at me. “Marmut?” he said, his face looks like a confused person.

“That..” I point to a hanging paper that says ‘MARMUT’.

“Oh...” he nodded, then smiled. “Hai also, Kep..pik?”

“Iya, Kepik,”.

“Before I thought you were a giant wrecker of the park, it was just Kepik?” said it.

“Ha ha.. Ladybugs can also damage the garden, I replied.

“Iya, if the ladybugs are as big as you.”

“Ha ha ha..”

Cipto who was sitting next to me was just silent, he did not know anything about yesterday.

“Eh, you're one room with me, right?” marmut asked Cipto.

“Iya,” Cipto answered him with one word and one nod.

“You know each other?” she asked.

“We are one kost,” I answer.

“Waah.. ladybugs can be one kost with kangaroos,” he said, shaking his head. “This is a great ecosystem, ha ha ha ha.”

“Ha ha ha...” I also laughed. Cipto also laughed and I'm sure he was just following along.

“But we're not dating,” I said.

“Ha ha ha.. what would happen if the ladybugs courtship with kangaroos, they continue to marry and have children. How is his son?” he's joking.

“The child is a kind of kangaroo bottle,” said.

“Ha ha ha.. so a new species.” he laughs again. “Oya, I went to class first yes,” he said kindly.

“Oh yes, please,” I replied. “Be careful, don't see a cat!”

“Why?”

“Later you eaten.”

“Ha ha ha...” she laughed before then completely left.

Marmut, you're still as pretty as you were yesterday and I'm still as stupid as yesterday, why don't I ask you what her name is. Ah, talking and seeing her always makes me forget to ask her name, as if the name is not something important to a beautiful woman like her. Marmots.

I got up, then rushed towards the classroom, without caring about Cipto who was sitting next to me.

“Eh, Mik, why am I left behind?” he said, then got up and chased me.

“Sorry, I forgot!”

“Damn lo!” he said, after walking next to me.

We separated in front of my classroom.

We walked through the gate casually. Me and Cipto, we've gone home and the other students have gone home, the teachers have started to go home, the principal has come home from now on. Among all those who have been allowed to go home, there is one who is still faithful and does not want to go home. Satpam Sir.

“With home, Sir?” I asked as it passed in front of him. He was standing in front of his post, near the gate.

“Later, Dek,” she replied, smiling.

“Kok later, Sir? Is it time to go home?”

“Iya, it's time to go home for you, if you still have to wait for school to be empty first.”

“Why is that?”

“And Mr. Security, before and after the teaching-learning process takes place, you must ensure the safety of the school first,” he replied.

“Waah.. Father meritorious once.”

He just smiled, and then Cipto and I said goodbye. Before leaving, we shook hands and kissed the hand of Mr. Satpam.

This time a little different, if we usually choose to go through a breakthrough road, this time we choose to go through the highway, although many vehicles that pass because it coincides with the hours of school, home, a lot of pollution and noise is certain, but I don't care. I want it this way.

“Lo know Pak Satpam?” ask Cipto, to me.

“Engga,” answered. “Or maybe not.”

“But how do you talk like the one you've known so long?”

“We will need to be friendly with others, not only in cyberspace we are pretentious, but in the real world, it is just the same environment around.”

“Virtual world is supernatural yes, Mik?”

I scratched my head that wasn't itchy. “Gini you know, Cipto, Mr Kanguru, you have a facebook?”

“Punya,” answer. “Say my mamas, I have to have facebook to look slang, like other kids.”

“But you can, right, facebook toys?”

Cipto nodded. “Can!”

“Well, facebook is one part of cyberspace,” I said.

“Facebook it comes from the supernatural?!” Cipto jerked, shocked. “Why mamas I never say yes?”

I took a deep breath. I think it will be free too even though I explain, Cipto is too innocent and cupu. “Iya, facebook is from the supernatural,” I finally agree, “and if you often facebook toys, you can be taken to the same supernatural realm facebook creator.”

“Ih.. terrible yes, Mik?” Cipto shudder. “Luckily I haven't been taken to the occult realm. Yes, I just opened facebook.” twice

“Do not open again!”

Cipto nodded, his feet still stepped on the hard asphalt, the occasional vehicle passing at will, with the speed as if the road itself and care for us who walk on the side of the road.

“Why are we going through here, anyway?” Cipto asked, from his tone of speech, perhaps more accurately said he protested. “Hot, crowded, lots of smoke. It's healthy, Mik!”

I-i didn't mind.

The more I ignore.

Shortly after Cipto's complaint was heard in my ear, another voice followed, but not a complaint, but a greeting.

“Hai, Ladybird destroyer of the park.” said, from the top of the motor lined up next to me.

I looked, it turned out he was. “Hi also, Marmut leaf collector.”

“I first huh?” said.

“I later.”

“Ha ha ha.”

And he went with the guy who always picks him up and I'm sure he's not his girlfriend because other than that guy is too old to be his girlfriend, he is also seen always giving money to the man every time he gets off his bike. I know, 'cause I've seen it a few times.

“Oh.. Now I know why you rhyme through here,” said Cipto, now his voice is not like the one who complains anymore.

I looked at him for a moment, then turned back my eyes.

“Lo same crush she?” ask Cipto.

“Emmm..”

“Lo has a crush, right?”

“Emmm..”

“Jawab dong! Lo has a crush, right? Aye, right? You must have a crush, right?” Cipto kept pressing, it seemed like he was too curious.

“Whispering lo!” I answered, then accelerated my footsteps.

“Ha ha ha..” Cipto is left behind. Cipto tried to keep up with my steps. “If you have a crush on him, I can help.”

“Think,” answered me.

“Gue can recognize you by him.”

“Gue can also acquaintance yourself.”

“Gue can mintain his hape number.”

“Gue can also ask yourself.”

“It turns out you are all-round,” murmured.

“One thing I want to do,” I said.

“What?”

“Mules!”

“Ha ha ha.”

And I'm going faster.

“Nyantai aja, Mik,” says Cipto.

“And I told you, I can't make mules!”

“So you really mules?”

“Yes, bego!!”

“Ha ha ha..”

Night is a relaxing night, for me and also Cipto. We didn't study because there were no lessons at school, but even though there were lessons at school, I'm sure I wouldn't learn. Tonight we were in the room, I was sleeping in the bed, while Cipto was sitting in a chair near the study table. We talk about something that may or may not be important. Ah, what is important in this world, all this is mortal.

“Mik, how does it feel to be in love?” Cipto asked me.

“Emang lo has never been in love?” I asked back.

“But.”

I got up from my bed and sat on the bed. “Seriousness?”

“Iya. Seriously.”

I looked at his face, I looked with disbelief that Cipto had never been in love.

“Why?” she asked.

“Lo's look is old, time has never been in love?” I said.

“Damn it!” his gerrick. “Yes, I have never been in love. Lo already?”

“Udah.”

“Berati lo has ever dated?”

“But.”

“Lho, why not?” Cipto looks astonished. “Usually people who have been in love it must have been dating, kayaking in the movies.”

“Iya, anyway. But I engga.”

“Why?”

“Because I never dared to say that I fell in love with him.”

“Hmmm.. suck lo!” cela Cipto's.

“Biarina. Likely, I've been in love,” I interjected.

“Iya deh, I lost.” he said. “Keep what it's like to fall in love?”

“Falling in love is like we're getting into a box,” I replied. “Try lo shadowin, you get into a box, what do you rasain?”

Cipto was silent, as if trying to imagine what I was saying. He stayed silent for a long time, and I think it's free to wait for the results of what he imagined.

“Lo ingga will be able to go everywhere,” I continue.

“Means?”

“Fall in love like you get into a box, you're going to get everywhere, you're just going to hang in that box. You will be able to see whatever is outside the box, you will know that outside the box there is a more beautiful box, there is a larger box. As long as you are comfortable, you will still survive in that box.”

Cipto dumb, with his stupid face he said, “You words are too poetic, I do not understand.”

Huh uh?! The poet he said? This kid why can pass SMP anyway? My gertutuku, in my heart. “Now gini aja,” I said, “lo thinkin my words just now, lo digest well, I want to sleep first.”

“But, Mik?”

“Lo want to know, right, falling in love is how?”

“Iya.”

“Lo need effort let lo tau.”

Cipto was silent again, maybe he was thinking about my words, digesting them well, trying to find the meaning of my words. Let it be, we have to understand, sometimes a person's ability has a limit, but on the other hand he must have advantages.

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