A HEART THAT IS STILL TRAPPED IN THE PAST
Race Day

One week later, we headed to the race location. The distance between our schools to the location is quite close, because it is carried out in one of the sports buildings.

The sports hall is circular, and rather spacious. Surrounded by audience seats. Right in the middle there are already several canvases arranged according to the number of schools.

The field is a bit wide so we can build our stand on the sidelines, so if the break happens the people can have a place to rest for a while.

This race is directly supervised by the local government, which I heard recently the government wants to select the younger generation to be sent to represent districts at the provincial level.

We sat for a long time while waiting, there were three sessions of painting, which had different themes. The first session will be conducted by Dian and the second session will be conducted by Raka, in the third session both will be joined for group cooperation.

In the end, the teacher decided to send Dian and Raka as school representatives. Amber did not participate because she happened to be hindered by family affairs, so she had to be licensed for the next three days.

Raka and I sat together on the stand, the teacher went to gather together with the other teachers near the podium. While Dian was already sitting in his place, preparing to do the first session.

Then I heard Raka say: “Hey, Ella... Later if my turn comes, you will have to sit next to me,”.

I shut up for a moment, then asked her; “Why should I?”

“One of the race supervisors is my family, he said that the duration of the race will be much shorter than the first session and also the theme of the picture will be drawn from the existing list. ”

“But what can I do?” I asked him.

Raka replied with a smile as bright as the morning sun, “Simple, give me a smile and also stay by my side all day.”

But I don't think this has anything to do with it at all. I looked at him for a moment and then at the end I nodded my head in agreement to his request.

Let it be, for after this day there will be no more meetings in the future and he will not trouble me any more with his conduct.

“Oh, you asked me to help you mix colors right? ” my node.

“You can think of it that way,” Raka smiled at me so I just nodded signaling that I understood and would help her later.

Dian takes approximately three hours to complete, the theme of the painting no first session is nature Toraja, more precisely they try to paint one of the destinations in our area.

Then the hosts announced a break for the next 1 hour, for lunch and will be continued again at 2 pm to 4 pm. The third session starts at 6pm until the event is over.

I then thought that before nightfall I had to leave, My family set my free hour at least until three in the afternoon and at least five in the afternoon.

“But I can only get to 4pm later, I have to arrive home before 5pm."

"That's enough.”

This second session the participants were asked to combine regional carvings and paintings in the first session, I think that the second session of mothers is difficult.

I don't know what I can help, throughout the race I just sat next to Raka, waiting for the young man to instruct me to mix the colors he wanted.

We did it with focus and in the end I realized that my hands and face had been smitten with paint, followed by a cold feeling from all sides of my body.

Uhuk, what's this about? the conditions were the same as when Leon came to give me food and drink at the beginning of the race preparation. It's not wrong, but why do I feel that the gaze is coming from any direction?

“Raka, I asked seriously. Did you feel anything? ” my question again.

“Ya..I think my heart is beating unbecoming near you.”

I'm not asking about that right now.

I chose to just ignore it by looking the other way, while Raka continued her work. Our position was in the third row, when I turned my head I was a little surprised by what I saw.

Familiar but slightly different faces, of course after two years there will be many changes that happen to all of us. My head hurt a little suddenly, really one look seemed to come from him.

He's a bad boy sitting behind me in elementary school!

Hasn't this gone too far? First, I didn't make trouble with him. Second I never talked to him, so what did I do that put him at a disadvantage?

Pluck up!

A finger touched my right cheek, I turned my head and saw Raka giggling like a chick smiling happily, then said: “What are you thinking?”

I scowl looking annoyed at him, “Gosh, you're soiling my face know.”

“No problem, you still look cute, ” He answered my question in a cool pretentious style.

Raka finished right at 4 pm, I stared in awe with sparkling eyes there were paintings made by Raka, very beautiful.

We went back to the stand, sat down and I realized I had to go home, but before that I had to clean my face first. I said goodbye to them, then walked out of the building.

I walked towards the right side of the gym building right where there was cool water for me to use. After I finished, I headed to the gate of the building.

Before it completely came out my hand was held by someone, I saw his hand, his skin was brown in color. I slowly raised my head and petrified.

“You...” My voice hangs.

“It's me, how are you?” He asked, then continued his sentence “It's been a long time well. ”

Uhuk!

“I'm good, you alone?”

“As you can see,” four words as the answer. I just nodded, then we sat down for a while and chatted a few things.

When we were in Elementary school I remember this guy rarely expressing himself, whenever we accidentally confronted him he would definitely glare at me with his eagle eyes.

After a short chat, we finally parted ways. I noticed the clock on my black nokia phone, it's been 45 minutes, I'm late coming home.

My parents and other family will do something later. Each of them will give me at least three questions.