Hallway

In this world there are many forms of secrets that provoke people to wonder more. Some things can be answered, but there are also those that don't even show signs of answers appearing.

Not all answers have to be said, and not all questions have answers. When that happens, some will consider it a natural thing, but not a few are pursuing answers to their questions to the point of creating anxiety for themselves.

About how the fate of Abdul who still wonders about his own whereabouts, is still a mystery. Is there an answer to that question? If so, where will the answer come from?

Let's hope to find that answer somewhere and another time. Let's step back and step back a bit to get a broader and more complex picture. So in the end the answers appeared one after another.

Or not at all.

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SURABAYA, 2014

This is a different place and time. Located in the capital of East Java Province, and 5 years before the incident Abdul left home. However, we will not find Abdul again here.

Like in other big cities, every morning this city experiences traffic conditions that are most disliked by everyone. Yes, traffic jams are a very annoying event for us. Especially for those who have limited time to start activities.

Likewise, experienced by a high school girl who was in a hurry to go to school. Every day he goes to school using the services of an Ojek Driver in order to get to school faster than having to take public transportation.

This time he was riding with his body sideways facing to the left. It's difficult to sit with a ride in a normal position, because the clothes she wears are a kebaya suit which is often very inconvenient when riding a motorbike.

The kebaya that she uses is quite simple, but it does not eliminate the value of its beauty. Coupled with a beautiful face with no excessive make-up, it adds to the elegance of the 17-year-old woman.

Right in front of the school gate, the motorbike stopped and lowered it. The girl hurried down and immediately entered the gate with a jog. Indeed, the time shows at 08.27, while today's school program starts at 08.30.

Her feet had difficulty walking because this was her first time wearing high heels. Sometimes his feet take the wrong step. Instead of walking on a flat surface, he even stepped several times on the bumpy ground that contained many small rocks. However, then his gait returned to normal when his footsteps hit the floor of the hallway leading to the classroom. There were a lot of students standing in the hallway, especially the boys who used to gather.

Her very attractive appearance managed to make many men stare at her for quite a while. Some even tried to tease him with a whistle or just a small question. He didn't feel uncomfortable about it at all, because he got this kind of treatment almost every day. He's used to it.

Today all 12th graders are required to wear a black suit complete with black loafers, while the students wear traditional and modern style kebaya complete with high heels. Like a married couple, but this is the tradition when a school graduation party is held.

The day had started towards noon, the event began, various art performances and the main event of the Graduation Party were carried out smoothly.

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By late afternoon, the event was over. All students have started to leave the place to then return to their respective homes. However, some still survive either because they are lazy to go home, or because it is too hard to leave school which for the past 3 years has become their second home.

Including a male student who chose to enter the Teacher's Office Room before deciding to go home to meet all the teachers in this school and say hello.

"Good afternoon, Sir!" the student greets at the door which is already open

"Afternoon too, it's you, Fiz. Please come in!" said the teacher who then stood up to greet him.

The student immediately grabbed the teacher's hand and kissed it. Commonly referred to as 'Salim'.

"I'm sorry, sir, I have a lot of mistakes with you. I used to fight you when you were punishing me for smoking. I also want to ask for your blessing for me who will start living life after graduation," he said with a sob. sobs because of her soft cry.

"I has forgiven you, Hafiz. Forget about that mistake, just use it as a lesson. Now you have to be independent to judge what is right and wrong. You know that smoking it is not wrong. sometimes punishment is not about right and wrong, but because every place we visit has its own rules," the teacher advised softly.

"Thank you, sir, for the advice. Then I'll excuse myself," Hafiz said goodbye.

"Wait a minute, Fiz!" the teacher held back.

Then he took something from his desk drawer.

"So far, you are considered the one who punishes you the most. Actually you are a good child, it's just that you can't understand the right and wrong things, therefore you pay more attention to you"

The teacher explained as he drew closer to Hafiz.

Hafiz was silent with slightly teary eyes. "Thank you for everything, sir," he said.

"By your decision to come to my room today, is proof that I have paid special attention to your education. Take this as a keepsake," said the teacher as he handed something to her. one small and petty thing called a coin.

"What is this coin, sir?" asked hafiz curiously.

"That's a coin from the past kingdom. Promise ne, You will always keep it because you believe it can bring you lucky day. Just keep it as a souvenir, don't sell it!" said the teacher.

After Hafiz left the Teacher's Office, a girl in a dress who came to school this morning in a hurry was standing in front of the office door looking at her sweetly.

"Don't go home yet, let's go to the cafeteria, Come on!" take the woman.

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They decided to talk to each other while eating instant noodles made by the school cafeteria with refreshing Sweet Ice Tea. In the midst of the conversation, which was mostly about future plans, now they began to talk about other things.

"So today was the last time we saw each other?" the woman asked.

"It seems so, but we can still meet again in the next few days when the school diploma is taken," Hafiz explained.

"And that was the last one?" she asked a little worried.

"Actually we can meet more often, but I'm lazy to leave the house if it's not for important things," replied Hafiz explaining

"Okay, I'm not important," the woman grumbled.

"It depends, Sari...! I will consider the meeting important if that person is important, now how can I care about you while you are just friends," said Hafiz.

"So friends don't matter to you?" Sari protested getting annoyed.

"For a woman like you, being friends is not important," said Hafiz sharply explaining his views.

"Then how do I become important to you?" Sari asked.

"We must establish relationships, so that our interests are the same and the values ​​are the same, so that we can meet more often." Hafiz begged.

"What do you mean?" asked Sari.

They were originally staring at each other, now more awkward and lowered their eyes.

"You should know, but why are you still pretending you don't understand?" Hafiz protested softly.

"I'm afraid I'll misunderstand, because for three years we've been friends, this is the first time you've said such a thing," said Sari.

"I'm sorry, but I have to say this."

The atmosphere now became awkward, those who were originally chatting warmly suddenly turned silent with each other.

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