The blinds and the morning sunlight wake me up when I'm sleeping in a dream, I can already guess who open the curtains of my room.
"Mom 5 more minutes." I'm still in a closed state when talking.
"The 5 minutes you said is the same as 5 hours from now, let's get up quickly!"
Mom pull her hand and repeatedly try to wake me up, it doesn’t make me open my eyes which is still closed. Came reinforcements that truly I could not refuse his orders. The sound was faintly coming from the door of my room.
“Forest.” with a distinctive tone that can make the hair on the neck of anyone who winces hearing it or is it just me who feels that way. I immediately wake up with my eyes still forced to open while walking to the bathroom. Can be hear from inside the bathroom a small chuckle from my mother.
I almost forget to introduce myself, my name is Forestia Ayu Subagja. The people closest to me often call me Forest. However, when I was in junior high school I am no longer wanted to be called Forest and preferred to be called Tia. I started changing my nickname because I thought the name Forest was too hard and weird to hear. Especially for those of us who have studied English since elementary school, which when translated into Indonesian means hutan. Actually I don’t hate the name, in fact the name is unique. My father and my mother work for a tropical rainforest protection agency in Indonesia. This is what underlies why the name Forest can be formed. My father's name is Faris Subagja and my mother's name is Feny Ananda Pratama. The second reason that underlies my name starting with F is because it's true that my parents' names also start with F.
It is certain that the gate to my school is closed because of the traffic jam in the Indonesian capital. Actually it's not entirely the fault of the traffic jam, but it's also my fault that it was difficult to woke up this morning and took so long to take a shower. As a result, this is what I got standing in front of the flagpole with a complete white and gray shirt. Today is Tuesday, of course there is no ceremony, in fact, I held the ceremony myself.
When break time comes, I spend more time in the library, even when I come home from school, I still find time to go to the library. Mom and Dad didn't look for me because they usually come home at 5 pm at least there's still 2 hours I can spend my time coming home at the school library. I spend my days reading books. When I'm in college, I want to major in Indonesian Literature, because I have aspirations to be able to create a work at least once in my life and I also want to own a book publishing company. However, my goal was the beginning of my indecisive thoughts.
I arrived at home. Usually I go home by taking public transportation such as ‘angkot’ because besides being economical it is also able to reduce the use of private vehicles and later reduce the chances of air pollution.
"Assalamualaikum Forest come home." while taking off my shoes.
There was no greeting from inside the house and the door is still close, I can confirm that mother and father have not come home yet. This usually happens, even though it is already 5 pm, usually they are like this because there is a community gathering that my mother and father follow regarding forest conservation in Indonesia. I really understand that my parents really love things related to the forest. However, in fact, their children were often abandoned, even when they were small, I would be entrusted by my grandmother when they were working. Sometimes I really miss time with them, especially since I'm the only child, the house is very quiet when they work, even though on holidays they are always full doing activities with me. It was during these moments that I fell in love with the books I read. It feels like the atmosphere of the house becomes more lively by entering the contents of the book.