Alinea: Ideas, Love, and Stories
RACE
The day Mas Nara took me to the Mall and we spent time in the Bookstore. Remember you guys not that part?
At that time, at first glance I said that Mas Nara was performing on stage right?
Ah my story at that time was still incomplete, because indeed I was not too focused on that part. All right, this is the part.
“Participant number 16, Nara Shakeel!” The host called the name Mas Nara. Cheers and applause sounded.
“You wait here for a minute ya.” That's Mas Nara's message. I comply. Watching Mas Nara half run up the stage. Then he sat down on the bench, with his guitar. Sing a song from a famous band. Guitar quotes, melodious sounds. Everyone is overwhelmed. While I clap\-applause without following the rhythm, jump in excitement watching my brother\-lak on the stage, already like a singer that we had seen at the Mall at that time.
“Mas Nara!” pekiku, clap sting merrily. Mas Nara took off a smile on me. She, though still wearing a white uniform of gray\-gray and covered only by a levis jacket, still made the women of\-female cluck in awe praising her good looks.
Naraku is very handsome. His white face glistened when he got the spotlight. What's more when Mas Nara smiled, the part on his left cheek was hollow, a dimple. So sweet.
After the song ended, the host praised Mas Nara. The leafy women around me whispered\-whispers.
“Udah finished, let's go to the next place.” Mas Nara took me to the bookstore after the end of the show. The event that I just knew the next day that it was a race, it was also because Mas Nara snatched the television remote from my hand.
His announcement was made on television.
“Wah, Mas Nara enter tv!” I cried out spontaneously as I watched Mas Nara's performance yesterday broadcast on television today. That's so great. Naraku is on TV!
“Don't say Mama loh ya.”
“Ye, I'm not a complainant.”
We then watched the television show. Listen carefully to the champion's announcement.
“Ah dear once.” I melengos after hearing the three champions have been announced but there is no number of participants Mas Nara in one of them.
While Mas Nara, instead of being sad, he actually smiled and said, “Ngga what, this is only the beginning. Tomorrow\-Tomorrow Mas will be the champion. You wait for the play date.”
“Truly yes Mas will be champion?”
Mas Nara nodded steadily. The house bell rang immediately.
“Eh Brother Anggun come, hunt matiin tivinya!” We hurriedly turned off the television and I headed straight for the room. Mas Nara also hurriedly opened the door.
Anggun's brother was Mas Nara's tutor at the time. Just like Kak Jihan, Anggun Kak also regularly taught Mas Nara when it was every day, exactly one hour after school, after school, Anggun brother will come and Mas Nara will study until magribh. While I'm gonna spend some time in the room. The mama? Don't ask, he's a busy doctor at the hospital.
*Mas Nara, how are you? Has he become a famous musician? Have you won many competitions*?
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“Alin ten years to come, will be busy working on many scripts. Signed a lot of books. Wait, books\-books by Alin will be lined up beautifully on the shelves of bookstores later, such as the book\-books of Bang Tere Liye who currently controls the bookshelf bookstore.”
I said so confidently in front of the class. Ends with a smile. That's a real smile. I also really\-sincerely shared my smile with my friends\-friends in the class.
Shaka was the first to applaud. I even saw him standing in the back seat. Bu Fitri also applauded followed by all other students. My smile is getting wider.
There is a positive energy that is felt when many people give us smiles and applause, like there are many people who are supporting and raising our hearts, as if they are saying without a voice, “You will succeed in achieving your dreams, Alinea.”
Although at first I was nervous and nagged because of a request from Bu Fitri to tell us to read the contents of the essay in front of the class, but at this time I actually thanked him for reading my essay. This is only Alin in the next ten years, not to mention the next twenty or decades.
“You should be majoring in Languages, Alin.” Danar commented as soon as I got back to the chair.
Because Mama asked Shaka to be transferred, I became a minister with Danar. She is not as chatty as Shaka, but she has sharp comments, likes to upset me.
“Children of languages that can write are common. If IPA kids can write, wouldn't that be cooler, Danar?” My answer was Danar was silent. Actually it's not my word\-kat. It was a consolation from Shaka when I told him how much I shouldn't be in an IPA major.
“Danar, even chicken alone might be able to write neater.”
“That's a doctor's note, it's natural that you have trouble reading it. The doctor's writing is so.”
“What are you doctors?”
“Calon.” Danar chuckles. I remember Mama when Danar said that.
We haven't had time to argue with each other. The task of correcting this is also not finished, but the break bell has rung. Every Indonesian lesson, I felt the time passed so quickly.
“OK, because it's bell, it's so PR yes, we collect next week.”
The whole student cheered like he was not happy about it being a PR. Ah, they were just pretending\just, I could see their faces were so radiant\-a series of happy breaks ringing.
“Alin, you meet Miss in the room yes.” I was shocked as soon as Miss Fitri called my name, especially asking me to meet her in the room.
I am active and a class champion. However, I was almost never asked by the teacher to meet them in the room. So it's only natural that I'm nervous, what else is this curly-haired man\boy next to me using a scare\all event, “Ayoloh called to the teacher's room, ntar called his ort.” As Danar said, it scared me.
“Your ban is really good. You're great.” Shaka approached me before I left the room. No, she didn't talk from close range, she took a seat in Mia's chair, when Mia had already left the classroom. Then speak behind me.
That's how we've been interacting in school ever since I discovered Mama's threat. Ever since the two of us were summoned by Miss regan to her room.
“Miss can't help you. Alin, Mama You this year became a donor for the Kusuma Foundation, she can do anything to you or shaka. So Miss, ask you to keep your distance. Maybe there'll be your mom's\-eye at this school. Miss doesn't know who, but you guys have to be careful\-care.” As Miss Regan said.
“Still. Btw, Miss Fitri sent me to her room. Is Miss Fitri a\-eye Mama huh? Does Miss Fitri know we're still victorious? I don't want to be transferred from this school, Shaka.” I complained to shaka, but it looked more like talking to myself. Danar has been leaving class since.
Shaka's still behind me. He spoke as if he was talking to himself too, “Meet me first. Don't worry about what\-what is uncertain, waste energy tau n.”
Not yet I answered, a boy\-boy passed us, I don't remember his name. Until now I still have not memorized the name of my classmates\-friends. “You two again what the hell?” said the boy\ boy.
We both did not say, spontaneously I went first, “Kepo.” My heart is cynical, the boy\ boy retorted with a cynical look. Buru\-hustle I left class. To see Miss Fitri.
My phone rang when I was on my way to Miss Fitri's room.
**spirit**.
One short message from the number I haven't saved, but I already know exactly who the owner of the number is. I smile. Looking around, I found Shaka on the right side of the stairs, opposite the stairs I had just passed. She smiles. I smiled back.
“This, if you really want to be a writer, you have to join this race. This is a great golden opportunity for you.” I received a poster from Miss Fitri's hand. Ah, apparently Miss Fitri was about to meet me for this poster.
A poster containing information about the writing of a novel. Writing novels! Even I never wrote a short story, how could I write a novel?
“But, Miss?”
“Ngga no word but if you really\do want something, Alin.” That sentence, I remember correctly I once heard it from someone's mouth.
Mas Nara's. When he failed in the race, when I doubted him to win the bigger race, he said the same sentence. Yes, Mas Naraku. How is he doing?
