Something That Disappears.

He picked up the paper from the Indonesian language textbook and tore it out indiscriminately after it clumped it with his wish. Then a piece of paper that was intentionally clothed did his job. It was aimed at the head of someone sitting quietly following a lesson that was three benches in front of him. Thrown the paper, then right on its target. Someone who was targeted earlier was annoyed and looked back, narrowed his eyes to find someone who threw him but did not find anyone suspicious. Feeling his work went well, he ran the action back, tearing, rolling, shooting, then throwing paper at the same target. The target turned, but he pretended not to. Many times until the targeted start getting annoyed and ...

"Mother, somebody threw me some paper" said the target.
"Who threw the paper into Mutia?" The teacher's response made the thrower startled. However, still able to calm down. She casually raised her right hand and stood up.
"Me, Miss"
"Alpin, what are you doing at my moment?"
"I am practicing the proverb that my mother is explaining" Everyone in the class seems to be out of touch. With a look of confused mother asked the teacher again.
"What do you mean boy?"
"Proverb Throw a stone hide your hand" At once the whole class laughed too.
"Astagfirullah Alpin, now you stand in front of the class until the mother's lesson is finished"
Alpin also walked out of the classroom.

"My mother clears to the restroom." Mutia walks out of the classroom, but as she walks in front of Alpin she stops. Then he turned toward Alpin stuck out his tongue and said.
"Rasain" then left with a sense of victory and flicked his hair. After a few yards away the rhythm of his pace began to change now with a small jump matching the shake song it off which he casually sung. Alpin smiled, then muttered.
"Anything to make you laugh"

Daydreaming has become a hobby for me right now, in fact I'm just watching around. Hoping to find someone I was looking for. As always, I wait for customers who come to buy a plane ticket or get a tour package. In my favorite place, in front of the window overlooking the intersection. Whether intentionally or not I work in a lot of people, hope to find it.
"Mutia, next week you go to the English village for a tour. I schedule 10 am you leave and at 12 noon you pick up a client at the airport. "The boss gave me a mission.
"Well, ready." I replied in a loud voice.

The next day I set out, with my suitcase of my needs and the company car waiting in front of my residence. I set out to carry out the mission by using a black casual jumpsuit suit with pink baby blazer, combined with a creamy sporty model wedge and do not forget pasmina matching with the color of shoes sweeten the order styleku that day. I do not want to waste my time immediately plugging the gas company car that has been provided and put my stuff in the hotel room. Then hurry to pick up my client. The next day, I spend my time to serve clients wholeheartedly. When there is spare time I also use it for the streets. For some reason, I entered the gate of a building filled with children running around cheerfully. Get me dragged into a memory.

That day, I was very annoyed because the request of vacation out of my city with the family directly rejected by my father and mother with alasaan work. Plus the Indonesian language lesson was very boring. Be me folding my facial expression up to his jutek. In the middle of the lesson there are even throwing paper that makes me more angry. Until so many times, until finally my anger I used to report who knows who it was that made me a target.
"Mother, someone threw me a paper from" my report.
"Who threw the paper into Mutia?" The teacher responded, half angry. Suddenly a boy raised his hand and said aloud,
"Me, Miss"
"Alpin, what are you doing at my moment?"
"I practice the proverbs that mom is explaining" Everyone in class seems to be out of touch. With a look of confused mother asked the teacher again.
"What do you mean boy?"
"Proverb Throw a stone hide your hand" At once the whole class laughed too.
"Astagfirullah Alpin, now you stand in front of the class until the mother's lesson is finished"
Alpin also walked out of the classroom. His stupid answer made me laugh so much as to keep me from forgetting all my craziness. Then pretend permission to the restroom to the teacher's mother when I want to tease Alfin who in turn makes me a target game. Getting outside and I found Alfin standing in front of the class I said with a mocking tone
"Rasain" For some reason, I returned cheerfully afterwards. Wiggle hair and go away while singing small.
I chuckled after remembering the incident of course while shedding tears. In retrospect it was the beginning I was friends with. It's sad to remember. I'm still looking.

As I turned away from the memory someone was running and looking hasty and unlucky he crashed into me until he fell. But he still ran screaming.
"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry"
I was still silent, unable to get up even to turn around to curse the irresponsible man. But, I like to know this aroma, the aroma left by the man who ran and hit me earlier. This aroma ...
"Is there something different from me today?" He asked as he wagged his jacket. I smell the chocolate from him. But I pretended not to know anything.
"Hmm, I do not think there is a different tuh. You still alpin right? "
"Ish, you suck" he taunted me angrily. "Now I'm wearing a brown scent. According to the book I read, the smell of chocolate and fruits can improve your positive mood "Obviously, smiling at me. Well, I feel the book he's reading is true. I feel happy.
This aroma, the aroma of chocolate Alfin commonly used. When I got my consciousness back, again I ran to find. However, again I did not find it.

I walk with tears, whatever people say about me. I do not care. I walked without a compass to show me the direction I just needed peace and flower garden. I do not know how long I walked until I finally found a quiet flower garden. I threw myself down on one of the golden lawn benches. And instantly lost my consciousness, dragged by the dream king left the reality. I fell asleep.

"Woi woi! Still life what ya ni people. Woi! "
I felt my shoulders as being touched, perhaps more precisely this was hit and also I felt someone shouting at me. Ah, who the hell is interrupting my break time. I still do not want to leave my subconscious until ..
"Did I call a teacher yes, I think this person is not alive again"
'Impertinent, I was supposed to die again. This can not diemin nih 'I replied from the heart. Then,
"Woi! Going there, bother people again rest aja. Disturbing aja live someone else aja there do not disturb my life you are my fans what? "I screamed as fast as he did. The person I just shouted and then laughed out loud. I with my confused face asked.
"Is there something funny?"
"Hahaha, interrupting your life? Fan? Bhahaha "he laughed even louder. Until a few minutes, take a deep breath to call yourself and say
"I'm the one who's bothered here okay? I have not done my math pr work and now I want to copy my friend. When I want to take my bag that kutingalkan in the park, it turns out there you are with no sin make my bag as a pillow. So who's bothering who lives? Fan? Whahahaha "
Instantly my face turned red, I grabbed a maroon purse behind my back and gave it to the boy.
"And now no one wants to give me a cheat because I take my bag for too long"
"Emm, as an apology I can teach you to do the math problem" I feel guilty of course.
"Sure a kid like you can do it?" He said as he handed me his mathematical assignment book, then sat down right next to me. Now I can more clearly see who this person is.
"Are not you the one who tossed me the paper, during the Indonesian lesson yesterday?"
"Yes, that's me. You are slowly conscious. You can call me Alpin "
A few minutes later we spent working on this very easy mathematical pr. After that we talked about his hobby in the field of photography, about his late mother who liked the flower garden, about his sister who died of stress because of the separation of his parents, about his aspirations to go around the world to shoot and about how much he loathed.

I woke up, still in the same place. I remember walking stumbling and crying. I also remember the views of the people who saw me, like saying "What's wrong with this girl?" And my face was sticky with pain. Now I really wake up with consciousness, I think I see that person. Someone with a mixed German face derived by his mother, with a camera I know very well that is directed to focus on the flowers in the garden and when that person walks along the path made for visitors to walk around without fear of getting lost and crossing in front of me. Again I smell the smell of chocolate, am I dreaming? Think my mind. I was silent again, was not I supposed to come up to him then asked
"Do you remember me?" Should not I ask that?
But, again I just paused. Maybe this is a side effect because I was too shocked. Until that person disappeared from my point of view, I was still silent. I also tried to collect my real consciousness that was lost at the time, and tried to chase it. Keep chasing me until I realize I'm just chasing shadows. I gave up, I decided to go home and rest my soul and body.

The moon turns into the sun, the day passes. The next day arrived. That morning the plane flew in the blue sky, leaving noisy noise at the airport. I am back. For some reason, I prefer to take time off to go back to elementary school first, instead of returning to work and forgetting everything including yesterday's incident. I felt something interesting and incited me. I walked through the old school corridor, that's the same corridor I've been through for six years. Pass through all the classes that are busy with their respective lessons, then head to the school garden full of colorful flowers. The park has not changed much, there is still a long chair made of wood. The chair I used to sleep to avoid the fatigue of learning. I walked through the garden and approached the chair. I threw myself into the wooden chair and looked around, too much memory he left in this place. Suddenly I cry I remember something that is hard to forget.
Back then, I had a lot of trouble with my parents and friends. I can not stand it anymore. I went to the park and cried altogether. And screamed loudly. Out of nowhere, Alpin came and said,
"Why are you crying a beautiful flower? How beautiful if the flowers continue to bloom and spread the scent of fragrance? "Short words. But it can make me spend all my troubles on her. Honestly, he's a very good friend. But I did not realize it until he suddenly disappeared. Mingkin he moved school, or moved out of town, or moved abroad, or died. There was no definite news of his move.

I cried louder, remembering everything made me sick. I have not had time to notice her until she disappears. I have not had time to say goodbye even today. I have not had time to say thank you for everything even until he has been very helpful to me. It's a pity, I never even looked at him when he focused on me. I'm sorry, very sorry. When I realized all his services, I had lost a precious one.

"Why are you crying a beautiful flower? How wonderful would it be if the flowers continued to bloom and scatter the fragrance? "The words were brief, but made me aware. This time it's not my memory that says. Someone with a heavy voice stood in front of me and said those words. How did he know the word? I lifted my head with curiosity. Someone with an indo-german blaster face with a camera hanging around his neck was looking at me. She gave me a tissue to wipe away tears. And now it's clear to me he Alpin with his brown scent, with his indo-german face, with that camera. Yes, he's the Alpin I've been looking for.
"Alpin? Are you Alpin? "I asked? With reflexes I stood up and hugged him, surely with tears.
"Yes, that is my name. Do we know each other? "A very silly question came out of his mouth.
"Hahaha ... Pin, do not make a jokes" I replied lightly, this is not the right time for joking.
"I'am serious" he said with a tone and a serious expression. "Do we ever know. I am again a friend or a minimal acquaintance who knows me. The doctor said it was very helpful in stimulating my memory back "
My gini is asking "Are you serious?" I'm stunned and my heart is asking where your memories are about me? I can not say anything when he says,
"The thing I fear most is losing. When I know I lost my memory, I cursed the car accident 1 year ago. Sorry, when I saw you cry I was like remembering something, and reflex said so for some reason? I like to know this place and a sweet girl who often sits here. But, I think I lost her even before saying Goodbye May we meet again. Sorry. "Alpin's statement really made me speechless.