Header part 2

           It was five fifty-five when Urip looked at ticking clock on the wall, knocking
on limit of his consciousness on Monday morning, which forced Urip to get out of
bed and head to frozen place where penetrate his soul in bathroom. When he was
about to have breakfast, it was normal for him to be greeted by a quiet and lonely
atmosphere in dining room.

           Both of Urip's parents work in a same bank but in different places. They must be in a position to work at exactly 7 in the morning. Sweet words before going to
school is a myth for him. He had never seen his parents opening door to start the
day.

           His parents had left to go to work leaving behind a plate of fried rice along
with a note containing daily messages that should not be left behind because Urip
knows very well what he has to do. Urip closed his preparations for school by eating fried rice with a sense of calm in the morning.

*Note : money at the front desk don't forget to lock the door*

           His parents had left to go to work leaving behind a plate of fried rice along
with a note containing daily messages that should not be left behind because Urip
knows very well what he has to do. Urip closed his preparations for school by eating fried rice with a sense of calm in the morning.

           Leaving using public transportation with almost no energy already familiar
with Urip. What was not familiar to him was when he saw dozens of oranges rolling
on the middle of black asphalt, stopping several passing vehicles. It turned out that
oranges came from middle-aged women who were hit by a passing two-wheeled
vehicle.

           That middle-aged women mean to cross street with her right hand carrying a
cardboard box of oranges and her left carrying a bunch of vegetables. Public
transportation that Urip was ride became stoped. He got off and paid with two
sheets of Kapitan Pattimura's paper (around 20 cent in 2005).

           With a sour face he walked into the crowd. His delusion says that your hands
should be used to give help not to press a button with a trumpet picture (horn), This my fault also can't make things better. He felt disappointed with people who tried to avoid oranges that lay so as not to be crushed. However, Urip was more
disappointed when some of the motorists cursed at her.

           With tears welling up in her eyes, she painlessly gathered up remains of edible oranges. Only a tire repairman and Urip gave his hand to collect oranges.

           On the lips of sidewalk (on the side part of pavement) she sat while rubbed
her swollen reddened eyes. The tire repairman who had just helped had gone
somewhere.

"Thank you sweetheart"

"You're welcome" He could only nod a little.

When Urip was about to turn around, She calling him out.

"Wait sweetheart this orange still in good shape, please take it" 

           Urip stretched out his right hand and accepted the orange which was already mushy in some parts. Because of this incident, Urip was late for school.

"Why are you late?" when arrived at the front gate of the school, the picket officer
asked with a shout.

           This is a situation that Urip hates because of the theory that he knows that if
there is a question that uses the "Why" question, the answer will be a reason to give an affirmation.

           But will my answer be accepted? if i said "i'm helping women who have been
hit by vehicle", Of course not, so Urip took the clichéd answer because it was the
only and most correct answer.

"Sorry sir, traffic jam"

"Excuse you, don't make an excuse, salute to the flag!" The picket officer
pointed tip of his forefinger towards the flagpole in the middle of school field.

           Excuse? Isn't that what you want? Didn't you know that my answer would be
like that? Then why do you ask? Do you just want to said "Don't make an excuse"?
Urip cursed while walking towards the field.

           Even though there is no scheduled flag ceremony this Monday, but I have to
do the flag salute alone. At least this can increase sense of patriotism and discipline, thats what they said.

           It's been an hour of lessons sun drying in the field, and now Urip has to pull
his ears while lifting one leg. Not without reason, He did that because Urip was late
for class because he was punished before and forgot to bring his homework.
Mrs. Eva asked that last week's assignments to be collected, unfortunately only Urip did not submit them.

           During break Urip just sat quietly leaning on the table. he remembered
oranges he had received in the morning.

"Yeah at least I still have this" that orange was peeled and eaten. he divided the
orange in half for Arda.

"These oranges are sweet, different from your bitter life, Wung" a quip from his seatmate was enough to complete his more than exhausting day.

"My life is not bitter it just bland you know" he answered weakly.

"If your life tastes bland it means your life hasn't started yet"

           Wise words that came out of Arda's lips made Urip feel there was some truth, with that words his head raised, even only for a bit.

“Just like in a novel, the beginning of a novel must be boring because what? Because conflict and climax haven't started yet" Arda continued his words while
raising his hand in a clenched fist.

"Then how to start?"

"I'm sure you already know the answer Wung, you just don't realize it" he
proudly crossed his arms because he could lecture his friend.

           After school Urip did not going home with Arda to the workshop, he chose to
go straight home. Maybe this is his first day to go straight home without having to
wait for the sun to set first. But when he was looking at park which was quite far
from school, either because of his intuition or because of nothing to do or because
of howling of the wind at that time, he decided to take a look for a moment. He
thought there was nothing wrong with stopping by to see, besides the park was in
same direction with his house.

           That Park is quite spacious decorated with flowers with a soga tree
(Peltophorum Pterocarpum) right in the middle of park. Urip sat on a park bench
confused about what to do now. He only observe the calm and comfortable
atmosphere of hissing sound of leaves friction against each other combined with
sunlight that pass through gaps in the leaves.

           In that park there are many housewives who bring their children and also
many student from elementary, middle, and high schools. Across from his bench
was a high school girl holding a sheaf of paper. It seems that she is one of students
who attend same school with him when Urip looks at the attributes of school logo.

           That girl sat gracefully carefully reading each page. She had long hair covering her shoulders, her arms gently gripping the paper.

          Strong winds blow away her papers so that almost half part of it flew. Urip
thinks it's her fault not to be careful and also his fault not being able to control the
strength and direction of wind. He had no intention to help but he remembered
woman he helped in the morning. His intuition whispered. If i can help then why
not? there's no point in staying silent anyway, and I'm not a person who is busy with himself.

           Lifting his body from his seat Urip decided to come in adding his hands to
collecting sheets of paper into sheaf of paper again.

           When he handed some of pieces of paper he had collected, she only stare in
silence for a moment and gave a short thank you with embarrassment covering all
her face. Before Urip could answer her, she had already turned around and left. His eyes were only able to see back of that girl who walked away from him.

Is that wrong if I help someone who doesn't really want to be helped?
Is that wrong to help someone who feels uncomfortable when being helped?
Did I start something wrongly?
Come to think of it when did my life start?
What did I miss that made me skip the important stuff?