Madaharsa
Chapters 11. The library.

There is nothing more pleasing to me now than being with the man who has long filled the space of my heart for dozens of years.

All the stories about him —including about us both—, I carved the sweet in one corner of its own part in my heart.

Madaharsas. His name is still mentioned in every strand of my do'a. His presence is even still able to make pleasant splashes in my heart. The rumble was still there, although the farewell ended up being the last path I regretted. But now I feel very grateful.

Yes, I am grateful for the separation of twelve years ago.

We really dive into every beautiful memory in this place. From lunch on the school floor, to visiting the indoor basketball court, to getting into our classroom first.

I still clearly remember where my seat is, as well as Mada's. We each approached the place and sat there.

Mejaku and Mada Table are only separated from one table, the Arunika table. However, sometimes Mada likes to move places. One day he can move behind me and tomorrow he can move sit right in front of me.

"Well, do you remember the funny thing about sitting behind me?" I started to open my voice.

Mada seemed to dig into his memory for a moment, before then chuckling. "Gosh, that shameful thing you remember?" said.

I laughed while nodding. How could I forget that. Because, the incident is the only thing that is able to melt the cool side of a Mada.

So, at that time I accidentally made a row by dropping the entire contents of the pencil case on the lesson hours of Mr. Ando, our killer teacher. Disturbed by my commotion, he threw the blackboard wiper at me.

Lucky for me, at the right time my head was down because it was about to pick up the stuff scattered on the floor. But not with Mada. He who is focused on writing inevitably becomes the target of the blackboard eraser.

The sound of booming laughter filled the classroom as soon as Mada's face was filled with white chalk. Understandably, our school used to still use chalk boards, not as modern as now.

Remembering this, I laughed again as I apologized occasionally. While Mada can only resign and even laugh. At the same time he pulled out his camera and ...

"Hey, I'm laughing, Mada! My mouth must be wide!" seruku while rising from the chair to approach Mada.

I saw Mada shrugging his shoulders as if he was mocking, then returned to aim at me and took a few more pictures which of course with an uncalled pose.

I again lodged a protest and asked him to remove it, but Mada refused.

"I must be so ugly, Mada!" I let out a whimper style like a spoiled girl who is ridiculous. I don't care what Mada thinks of me, the important thing is that the photo can be erased.

However, instead of erasing him, he pulled me out of the classroom. "I'll make it up to you!"

"Redeem what?" many confusions.

Mada did not answer. We just kept walking and climbed the stairs to the school rooftop.

During school, the rooftop was the place I rarely visited because it was too far from class. After all, most of the people who visited there were male students, including Mada and Kevin.

"Would we come here?" Upon reaching the top, I asked a question again.

"Look at the view! I want to take a picture of you here."

Spontaneously I followed Mada's point of view. A second later my eyes were pampered with a beautiful view of this city. Although the day is sunny, but still can not beat the beauty of this view.

It is predictable, right, in an instant the frustration that was overflowing in me was gone instantly. Like a buffalo that was plucked in his nose, I obeyed the words of Mada who was arranging me in such a way.

"Then you can delete my photo earlier," I said later.

Mada. "I don't want to keep any good photos of you. Later I will print everything along with the photos in the studio at that time," he said.

I was upset and could only give up. I hope he won't show my disgrace anywhere.

"It's late in the afternoon .. are we home?" ask Mada.

"Come on!" I replied as I stepped first towards the rooftop door. However, Mada swiftly grasped my hand tightly.

Whether I realized it or not, Mada took me through the classroom very slowly. Sometimes he even asked me to stop to show him what he saw.

I certainly enjoyed the treatment of Mada. She seemed to know that I wanted to be with her even longer.

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"Have you finished exploring this place?" Mr. Samsul, security and father acquaintance, came to us who had just come out of the school building.

"Already, Sir! The school building has not changed, has it? All that changes is chairs and tables." I was the one who opened my voice first.

"Really! However, we plan to build a modern library right next to the computer room. You can come here again later," Mr. Samsul told me.

"Just let the place be limited. We happened to pass through it" I said.

"When was the modern library built, sir?" This time, Mada asked a question.

"Maybe in about four or five months."

Hearing his reply, I suddenly shut up. Four or five months is a long time. I don't know what will happen to me tomorrow. Meanwhile, I saw Mada looking fine. He just casually invited me back here.

"Could only. It must have been nice to have a library that could have attracted a lot of people's attention."

We also talked for a moment for more than five minutes, before finally saying goodbye to Mr. Samsul to go home.

I decided to wait for Mada in front of the school gate, while Mada took her motorcycle while carrying my picnic basket to be placed on the motorcycle.

I laughed again when I saw Mada's old-fashioned matic motorbike appear and stop in front of me. Not to forget Mada also handed me a funny bogo helmet to wear.

"It's not heavy, is it?" asked Mada who was holding back her laughter because the helmet I was wearing was a bit oversized.

"No, kok!" sahut me without paying attention to Mada's taunts. I prefer to focus on hugging Mada's body from behind.

The fragrance of Mada perfume that I still remember, immediately burst into my sense of smell. The fragrance that really makes me feel comfortable and safe.

"Slow down, huh? I want to enjoy every inch of the road that we go through" I whispered to Mada.

Mada nodded her head and started running the motor matic.