Tell a Story About Us
part 32

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It was so cool, unlike any other day. Not cloudy, but dim and not hot. The sound of marching band from the field next door rang out, accompanying some of the PMR children who are now making emergency stretchers, in the field.

Bina sat on the field, staring at her friends who were racing with time, making the stretcher as short and tight as possible. The girl slowly rolled the rope in her grasp, for her to use again later.

Bina turned her head, a little peek at one of the classes that the PMR children made for the PP (first aid) room. He saw that Sila was learning to dress the wound with a white cloth there. He and Sila did follow the same exculus, but in them they were again divided into groups. Please choose to follow PP, and Bina followed the stretcher, because she did not really like the material and memorization.

“Bina, come. Here's another one done.”

Bina stood up from her seat, after her palanquin partner called out. The finished rope rolls he placed on the sides of four bamboo with different sizes. The girl walked to the designated line, preparing to make an emergency stretcher.

“One, two, three, start.”

After the count ended, Bina ran along with her partner. Take a short bamboo, with a long bamboo that he sits on. The two bamboos are different sizes. Bina tied the knot of the crossbar, at the bamboo meeting as fast as possible, then pulled it as hard as possible so as not to be separated when in check and safe for the patient he would bring. Also on the opposite side. After that, he tied the anchor knot. Until the emergency stretcher has been completed.

“Completed.” Bina said, taking the flag of time must be stopped.

Bina sat back on the field. Staring at his upperclassman who was now beginning to inspect the emergency stretcher he made.

“Bina.”

Bina looked over when her name was called. A woman with a typical PMR hero yellow scarf, walked over to him.

“Udah practice?” The woman asked. Pita, the woman sits herself next to Bina.

“Udah, Brother.” Vocabulary.

“That distance should be how much?” The girl asked again, looking while pointing at the stretcher Bina who now began to measure the distance at the anchor node.

“Em... that's twenty-five cm, Brother."

Then they were both quiet. Bina fidgets. The awkward atmosphere that he disliked so much had returned he experienced.

“Em..” Bina muttered little. His head was looking for the right topic of conversation in a situation like this. “Kakak has been training?” Finally only a copy sentence could slide out of his mouth.

The woman smiled cheerfully looking at Bina. Then he nodded, “Iya.”

“I heard from Irgi, you're the one who trains basketball now?” The woman looks very excited.

Bina nodded, “iya, Sister."

“Where? Excite no?” Pita asked excitedly looking at Bina.

Bina muttered for a while, “seru, Kak.”

“Iya Kak.”

“Where is the preparation?”

“Good Coke, Brother.” Bina scratched her head in confusion. He doesn't know how to answer.

Ribbon smiled at Bina. This girl beside him looked a little confused, also answering briefly each of his questions. “Espirit yes. Hopefully win,” he said.

Bina nodded her head. “Still, Brother.”

Again. They're silent. Ribbon busy looking at the stretcher Bina who was being examined by one of the PMR children. The girl looked very excited and enthusiastic with her spectacle.

Bina continued to silently stare at the girl beside her. They also never interact even though they are joined in the same exculpation. Bina only saw the girl a few times when the apple opened and also when it was resting, that was it. Maybe because they follow different fields. Pita is more often in the classroom, while Bina is in the field.

Bina thinks this girl didn't get into eskul today, because when the opening apple was the girl was invisible. Also yesterday when Irgi's holiday looks restless, the young man also left yesterday's holiday early, even lying to his parents, because of a message from Pita. Not that Bina was presumptuous because she peeked at someone's message, but she was already curious. The message read, Pita is in the hospital. Bina thinks this girl is sick. But the girl now looks very excited. Maybe Pita is just plain sick, and Irgi is worried. The desecration?

Bina smiled, looking at Pita. The ribbon looks very cheerful. The girl was so beautiful, her smile was sweet, said a gentle word. And very good behavior. Maybe they fit. Irgi gently met Pita with the perfection that the girl had. They're so perfect, he thinks.

“Bina, how to enter eskul PMR, exciting not?” Pita asked Bina.

Bina nodded with a smile. “Iya, Brother,” answered.

“Kakak enter first yes. Spirit.” Ribbon stood up from her seat, walking away after hearing Bina say ‘iya.’

Bina still sees Pita. Irgi's lover walked over to his friends, then before long the girl laughed, for some reason. See, even when other women are laughing, it might show a silly face. The girl still maintained her beautiful face.

The building so imagine how Pita coupled with Irgi in the future, must be perfect.

Before long, Bina lowered her head. If only, it would have been easy. If only he was not a barrier for both of them, if only he did not exist in the world. Everyone can live out their hopes. Please too, maybe his quarrels used to not happen if he did not exist.Perhaps Sila is now with Revelation, maybe now Irgi happy with his life, Irgi, without having to think much about himself and his family.

He is now adding a burden to everyone. Especially Irgi. He could see Irgi's gaze on Tina's gaze, as the woman said about the guarantee the other day. A look that Irgi might have wanted to reject, but could not. A look of hope that they could never ignore.

What decisions they will make. Anyone who will be hurt. How many people will be disappointed. Who will hope will come true. Hope who will be lost. His hopes, Irgi, their parents, or who will be realized. Will anyone cry, be disappointed, hurt. Is he happy.

Is Bina too selfish. What should he be? Her father's... Bina should what?

Bina reached into his pants pocket. Open his chat room with his father. He wrote a message there, but soon he deleted it. Would his father be disappointed in him if he refused an arranged marriage?

Bina is afraid of heartache. Bina was afraid of disappointment. Bina is afraid of disappointing. Bina was afraid of not meeting expectations. Bina was afraid of being a hindrance. Bina is afraid of everything. Bina is afraid of the world. He is too afraid of everything.

Bina is whiny, selfish, always making decisions alone without thinking about others. He was afraid of blocking people's hopes. Bina should what?

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