Meet You Again

Meet You Again
Love stain


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"I think it's enough for college today, good afternoon" said the old man then left the class.


"Mister" said the other children, the classroom atmosphere immediately changed 360 degrees, all students scattered to leave the class marked the afternoon was over.


Ratna and I walked through the hall and saw Benner standing along the hall, but nothing caught my attention at all. I would rather sit quietly with books or drawing paper than bekumpul and argue in carrying out events.


"What SMEs are you joining?" Ratna asked who was walking with me.


"Ga interest is mending tambahan aja dikos" I replied as if and continued to step foot through the hall.


"Yeeeh do not go to the organization it is necessary so that you do not become a butterfly student, join BEM geh" said Ratna suggested and stopped her steps, I also stopped because of it.


"Ga want to be complicated, later I have to sacrifice class also for the sake of such a follow" I replied lazy and not excited.


"Udah is just a list, I also list to be a member of BEM really" said Ratna, suddenly pulled my hand towards the registration stand of members of BEM, and I pulled my foot stepped lazily follow him.


"You don't want to register" said Ratna, and the stand guard handed out a sheet of paper and did not forget the pen.


"What the hell am I not following you" I told Ratna as I mutated my eyeball. Ratna noticed my movements, her eyes fixed a sharp look at me.


"I have a list of tauu, you live here" said Ratna held out a piece of registration paper with her pen.


"Ga will" I answered folding my hands in front of my chest. Without caring about me Ratna put the paper on the table and started writing my name in the registration column.


"Ratnaaa" I shouted not too loudly, and pinched his arm. And she turned to look at me stroking my pinched arm earlier.


"Udah ga papa there is me who comes with you not alone" he said trying to calm me, but that is not the answer I need.


"Hopefully I don't have the choice" I said to him, smiling wryly at him and Ratna looked at me cynically.


"That's fine, if you're not serious about the interview test just be careful, I don't want to see you again" Ratna said trying to threaten me, but I'm not disturbed by the threat.


"Hemm" someone cleared his throat from behind me, I was shocked by it and took a few steps from my original position.


"Udah has not, move away from the change" said the man who seemed to have just stood behind me waiting for his turn to register, but me and Ratna were chatting in front of the stand.


I've seen this guy before, but where? I also forgot where I was. The height of his face is also quite fresh, let me guess maybe we are one generation.


"Yes, please" I said and pulled up Ratna's arm, then left the hall to step towards the cafeteria, looking for something to fill our already rumbling stomachs.


...***...


Ratna and I were sitting at a cambling post in a village a little far from the city, the sun soaked my face, sweat on my back. I finally decided to walk around looking for stalls that could treat my phlegm.


After my thirst was gone I sat back in the post, I was waiting for two people who had not come from earlier. I saw my phone screen showing at 14:20, I was getting bored and occasionally kicking pebbles around me.


"Where is the Rat long ago" I complained to Ratna waiting for two figures that never seen the trunk of his nose.


"Ga know when it will be 16:30 we have another BEM member selection interview" said Ratna while reminding me, I remember and do not want time to pass quickly. It's okay that I waited a little longer here so that I wouldn't have to tire of taking the test interview.


"Yes, I haven't been papa for a long time" I said smiling and looking at Ratna.


"RANI" Serga Ratna with eyes that bulged as if to get out of the nest.


The sound of a motorcycle stopping near us made me look away from Ratna, finally came two men who we were waiting for earlier, they were Rahman and Lian friends of an economic course group. We were asked to interview MSME businesses to fulfill the coursework.


"Dandam first? How long ago" said Ratna annoyed, not to mention her frustration with me has not faded makes her want to devour two people who are grinning in front of her.


"Prophe wey, we got lost earlier. The map error" Lian defended herself, smiling mischievously at Ratna.


"All right, just for a reason. Yes yok yukuan" said Ratna who breezed into the yard of the house either belongs to whom.


I, Lian and Rahman followed from behind, we entered the cottage industrial area where the management of patchwork is made into goods that have selling value. Such as bags, doormats, home slippers, and other items.


"What time is it?" Ratna asked, while reversing the direction of her motorcycle.


"At 16.15" I answered wiping my phone screen which I then put in my pants pocket.


"Yes yok rush us to deflate again" asked Ratna and I ride on the bike Ratna.


"Why did you guys go to college?" Asked Lian with a frown that shriveled towards me and Ratna.


"Selected interview of BEM members" replied Ratna starting to turn on her motorcycle.


"You're a list of BEM members too?" Rahman asked and nodded behind me along with his motorcycle.


"Yes, Rani too" replied Ratna soberly, I stared at Ratna at her own ball that forced me to come along.


"Ratna who registered more precisely" I answered turning my eyeballs, Ratna turned to me because she realized my behavior through her glasses. Ratna looked at me cynically and I smiled sweetly at her, she looked confused and shook her head and looked straight ahead again.


"Yok together" asked Rahman, allowing Ratna to go first. Ratna started riding her motorcycle while Rahman dribbled from behind.


"I'll go home first!" lian yelled and turned her motorcycle in the opposite direction from us.


...***...


Bla blah blah blah blah, I have arrived in the interview room and observed the whole room is very noisy, until my ears hurt because everywhere people talk to their interlocutors. The three of us sat in the waiting chair while waiting for our turn for the interview.


This interview went through five stages. The first interview was about personal data. The second interview is about the knowledge of prospective members about BEM. The third is about the organization that has been followed. The interview about the world of work. And the last one is about the skills that prospective members have.


Now it's my turn to be interviewed, I take my backpack off my shoulder and I lay it on my chair. I step on my feet it feels like a tremble because I rarely speak fluently when meeting new people especially for interviews it feels like my heart is beating fast.


I answered the question asked by the interviewer. I got a strip mark (-) at the four interview posts, but I got a tick on the last post.


I began to understand the meaning of the symbols, the checkmark sign passed while the minus sign was ordinary. I do have the potential in drawing so that it attracts the attention of some BEM administrators who keep the post five.


After I finished I returned to my seat and grabbed my black backpack, then passed out of the room. While waiting for Ratna I scroll through my phone screen checking my social media but nothing interesting, I re-entered my phone to my case and shortly Ratna came out and we went home together.


...***...


Drrr.


- unknown number


Good night, brother,


Can we meet now,


It matters!


"Whose number is this" I muttered ignoring the chatter of the number. Maybe it's just spam or scam numbers that lie that my mother was arrested by the police and asked for a ransom, or numbers that ask for a credit because papa no longer carries a wallet.


Drrtts.


In the notification again I was careless if the one who called me was the number earlier, I don't even know who the owner of the number is.


- unknown number


Or do not just send the address of my brother, I was the one who was there to nganterin his backpack.


Brother wrongly brought a backpack.


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