Tik-Tik.

lelah rasanya.

termenung diam, tanpa henti.

sendiri aku benci.

sendiri setiap hari.

benci. aku benci.

hujan merintik, membasahi jendela.

tumpah semua, jatuh tanpa arah.

andai butir-butir itu adalah cengkrama,

sendiriku pun akan sirna.

Number 1.

    I yawned carelessly as i wake myself up. It's late afternoon already. For me, weekdays are just like weekends. I sleep where ever and when ever i want. But, this time i woke up in a class. A physique class.

oh no, i am in trouble. because my teacher is not really nice. His hair is kind of long, with no bangs. He's about 5 feet 5" tall, shorter than me. But all i hate from him is not his appearance. It's his words which came from his mouth that hurt me all along. I better get prepared, and pretend i didn't sleep.

   As my chair mate put his belongings into his bag, i grasped my pocket. There, i felt something shaped like a box. It's  my blackberry. I pulled the black gadget out and start typing the code that lock the system. j-u-d-a-s. and the screen showed me that I just unlocked my phone. My eyes rolled and stuck on the notifications. I got 2 messages, and 1 BBM message. who the hell are texting me in the middle of a school day? And then i looked up and saw that it's almost time to go home.

    I checked the 2 text messages i got first. They came from people I don't know. One from my service provider, and one from an anonymous number that said, "Son, please buy me a calling credit. I'm in the police office, and I am in trouble. My phone went dead, so someone lent me his phone. Do not call this number. Thank you, Son.", pfff another trickster. Do you think I would buy that? Nice try, ama-- "Mr. Firstknight, would you keep your phone in your bag, please?", a sudden voice from my teacher cut my mind. "Yes, Sir. I am sorry." I said with a hand putting my phone back into my bag. "You better be." He answered without even looking at my eyes. In a matter of seconds, his attention went back to the board and he explained us about the Newton Laws. I don't care about that, and I bet most of my classmates are just like me. Then I felt a chill running down my spine. I don't know what it was, but it felt good.

     In the next minutes, I watched my classroom and stared at my classmates. I don't know why. But one thing i was sure of. I am lucky to be placed in this school. My classroom is not to big, enough for 30 people, yet my classmates are just 25 including me. But the air conditioner, the projector, and the teachers, made my classroom more exceptional than the first I came into it. Every lessons are taught in English, and that's not common in my country. It takes big amount of money to send your children into an international school. That's why I said I am lucky to be here. But that is another thing. My eyes were caught by the red beep signal in the upper right-hand corner of my phone, which means I still have messages I haven't read yet. But I better wait for the bell, I don't want to risk of the annoying man taking my phone.

Ling-a-ling-a-ling. The bell rang.

     I quickly grabbed my phone and re-typed my password to unlock it. I went straight to the Messenger and there I saw it was a message from my mom. My real mom, because you can't send message in the messenger if you're not approved. My friends were already standing and starting to get out of the class, some were even running, but I remained still to read my mom's message. As I open it, I could see her photo with my little sister just over the text box. But I didn't pay so much time to stare at it. I ran over and over the message. My eyebrows were high. My jaw dropped. I can't believe what i was seeing. I re-read the message all over again, but it changed nothing. I was lost in a disbelief when one of my friend came to me and smiled, then she said, "Congratulations, Kay".