Bona fide

Going towards Fat joe, I decided to go and have a visit to Dede's favourite coffestand. I got in the bike that Joe got for me. And I thought, how do we get here? me and her, we used to be close, now she didn't even look at me. I wish we could just stay in those simpler times, when we meet after that summer holiday ended.

That Summer began when holiday had just ended, I was a third grader and Samantha was still in first grade. I had just finished my holiday from Bali and was a senior who'd knew the school inside-out. I got back from Bali in midnight so got only couple hours of sleep, ate my breakfast, and peddle to the School. After a boring section of Class with professor Godfrey, I saw Samantha. I was at the Canteen with Fat Joe talking about Business, For back then the circumstances was unsettling for the Boss. She came out from the Canteen door and I looked at her, she was Different. She was no longer the introvert with baggy jacket and hair covering the face anymore. She was wearing a grey t-shirt with black ribbing and her hair was in a knot on the nape of her neck so that sun finally able to beam down on her face. She smiled at me with the smile a known for years but entirely new and said "Hey, Arthie" While I held her hand in mine and knew a new chapter will be written.

The next day, she was sitting at a table, and was quite alone. It was early, and the place was not yet full. When I eventually secured my food after jerking left and right to get it, I began to walk for her table. Before I knew what I was doing, Seconds later I was already at her table. We eat steadily together, I unpacked my tray and promptly began eating. But just when I nearly spoke, she glided something through the table pass my tray, making me abandon my effort. It was a piece of tissue folded square, I took it and when I began to unfold she said "Later, open it later. When your in class." And took off to somewhere, leaving me with more riddles than answer. So of course being a 'Good-guy' I obeyed her, but not without its own struggle. For a fraction of a second I was tempted to open it right here and now. But that would be shockingly foulest, even though there's nothing holding me back, which if I think about it again was strange, maybe back then I feared the omnipotent being that watches us, for by taking the tissue I had just indirectly made her a promise or that her gaze knows no bound, but who knows what I think back then. So I finished my food and headed to class with joe following me. I sat down on my usual chair and casually threw the piece of tissue among the other things on my table.

It was impossible to guest that was certain, but I can't helped but guest what could it be. As far as I could see there were only possible things that were written. One, which was very un-likely, was that Samantha was actually, an underground organization that secretly fights the School Council authority, for freedom, equality and rights. Perhaps the rumour was right, the resistance actually existed after all, maybe just maybe she was part of it and that this was a sign of help for a greater cause then one's own self. No doubt the idea is absurd but it had sprung in my head once or twice that there will be freedom in this place, even if it didn't came from the resistance. But there was another, wilder possibility that I kept wishing for, even if that may never happened and I know it won't still we gotta have hope. This was, that the massage was not a cried for help, yet statement, a lover letter. I LOVE YOU, written in capital L. if by mere-luck it were, than it clarify everything and just brushed off the useless chit-chat. We could just go strait to the point, not getting to the needy greedy of stuff. The two of us alone, seeing the moon sky, seeing each other, away from the mask, the impersonator and just be who we are, or were and as the spark set the gas off we'll enjoy the ride while it last, for nothing last forever. but before that day comes, we could enjoy every moment of it, let it take to wherever it flow.

It was not till a couple of minute and boring lecture that the though remerges, and even now, though his mind told him that the massage probably just away of shuting me up and means of escape, still that was not what I believed, and the unreasonable hope kept springing on my mind. My heart banged, and so does my mind, still. After a fierce full fight against my inner monologue, I can't wait any-longer ! so I drew the papers near me, and with the scrap of paper hiding it, I flattened it out and was written

ROOF TOP, AFTER CLASS

Well, I said to myself, like her, this is much to be desired. Fuck!

Professor Godfrey class was from, 10 o'clock till 4 maybe 5 if he's on a good mood, the classing system in this school is just bloody complicated. One thing was for sure, you'll be notify before class started and sometimes notification was so late that you missed class, the teacher couldn't even help you with that, they only got permission to teach and walked on the path that had been agreed by the School Administration, so they are essentially useless for that matter. We, or they School Administration manage everything independently from any external force, at least that what they tell us about. So that's just life in here, in Aquina Boarding Academy.

Suddenly the bell rang, for a moment I had lost count of time so quickly rose, nearly jumped and formally run towards the stairs, and which every landing I took my paper flew off carried by the hustle I bring about. Not for second I looked for them, the hope, the unthinkable hope persisted, I felt as though a fire were burning in my belly, the unbearable itching for the answer, the answer I hoped will ease me, the answer that'll console me. My hand touch the knob, I had held my body so close to the door I nearly burst out like a water from a pipe. But luckily I held myself form bursting, I stretched the cuff of my sleeve into my palm and wipe the sweat that poured over my forehead, sighed and opened the door.