Bakoh Shoulder

Chapter 31. Art Stage

"Well, play to my house yuk!" Dinda approached Ayu who was playing with broken tiles alone.

Ayu was silent for a moment. "Later your mama was angry Din, I was afraid of your mama.." Ayu said bluntly.

"Your friend is good now Yu, this is all that invited you to my house is mamah. He said we were given singing exercises for the stage tomorrow using karaoke mama you know Yu.. Come on Yu..!!" Dinda pulled Ayu's hand to go with her.

"You're the one who practiced Din, I've memorized it." Ayu still did not move. Imagining Vera with her sharp eyes and the often domineering face of judes, Ayu is no doubt taken into consideration as Dinda continues to force her to play at home.

"Udah ayoo's.. Ayu mah... Mamah's turn has been good, Ayu even does not want to play with me," Sounds sad. And in fact, the words of Dinda were able to shake Ayu's previous establishment who insisted on not going with her friend.

"Maaahs... Mammaah.. This is Ayu main mah!"

Vera was busy with her cell phone, a second later moved from the occupied soft sofa. Highlight the eyes were still unchanged, Ayu could feel if her decision was wrong because she wanted to visit Dinda's house.

"Oiya. Hmm what do you want?" Vera asked to look at Ayu with a look of dislike. Just like always.

"Can you tell Dinda ngajak Ayu to play here, how the hell mah?! Yu.. You're here first yeah, I'm gonna grab a mic in my room first." Dinda ran to her room.

Vera looked at Ayu clingy. Even though he was told Ayu had no interest in sitting on the row of soft sofas there, moreover, he was even treated to a hostile face like that. Even small children know which ones are sincere and which ones are modus.

"You came here to take a shower, didn't you? Was it like washing your feet or hands? Don't sit. Stand up, wait for Dinda to grab the mic. And yes... Don't need Dinda's mic. Expensive! If it's broken I'm sure you can't change." Hearing Vera say so, Ayu could only shut up. Indeed, a child like Ayu would answer what if he got an opponent Vera?

Dinda who came with a mic and a cell phone in her hand ran back to Ayu.

"Let's practice! These.. Let's see my hair as singing, so it's good to have music. Later the music will be buzzing outside Yu. I connected to that speaker." Dinda enthusiastically explained.

"Dina.. I'll go home, my father will go home.."

"Oowh want to go home? Yes, go home there, nothing. But, later tell your father that you abis playing here huh! Tell me this good aunt Vera already nawarin you practice karaoke, but you do not want. Aren't you? You don't want to."

Dinda was confused by her mother. He told her to invite Ayu to the house but, now her own mother who was impressed to drive Ayu away.

"Mistake.. Dinda Sesel is the same mamah!" Dinda stomped her feet hard slamming the mic in hand as Ayu had already left her house.

Vera could see Dinda's behavior. What he cares about is that if Teguh can return to him, string their story again as before that was hindered by the ridiculous matchmaking that his parents planned and also do not forget Nur, who was not involved in the match, although impressed alim and good as a friend, it turns out that Nur was the one who made Teguh really did not glance at him even today after Nur no longer exists in the world. At least that's what Vera thinks.

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"Sir.. Will you be able to attend an art show at school?" Ayu was very hopeful for Teguh's arrival.

"Yu.. If the Mbah kung aja that comes is nothing, right? You asked Mbah uti to Ayu school but, he said Mbah uti again did not feel well. Today's father sent a lot of Yu's stuff.." Undoubtedly seeing the disappointment on his daughter's face.

"Sorry father Yu... If you take another vacation, it's not good with the others, the same boss as well.. Sorry about the nduk.."

Teguh know, whatever reason he gave now did not change the mood of Ayu who was already sad and disappointed because he could not be present at the stage of the art later in school. Moreover, Teguh also witnessed for himself how persistent Ayu when memorizing verse by verse the song he will bring later.

"Yes sir. It's nothin. My work is careful.." Ayu picked up the bag and carried it on her back.

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Art performance at Ayu school is done with the aim to hone the talents of students in school. Train courage and confidence to appear in public. Also as a means of entertainment unwind after they had undergone the examination of class increase some time ago. Student guardians are usually invited to watch their children perform on stage. It will be a pride if the child is chosen to represent his class in the show. Unfortunately, Teguh could not attend the event because of the dependents of work.

"Well.. Now after witnessing the outstanding performances of the Fourth grade. We go to class.. Third grade, there is Ananda Diah Ayu who will perform a song called Mother. Give a round of applause to ananda Diah Ayu..." A teacher who concurrently mc, telling time for Ayu to appear has arrived.

The piano twang accompanied the song that Ayu performed. Many parents and teachers there felt an atmosphere of sadness when Ayu performed the song. Every now and then Ayu bit her lips to hold back the tears from falling. His eyes also combed through the rows of the guardians' seats, hoping that his father would be among the people there. But.. The figure he was looking for did not appear even after the song was over. Claps rumbling. Ayu's voice was able to hypnotize the large number of spectators there.

"Eeemm... Teacher, can Ayu recite a poem for a moment?" Said Ayu who finished her song. After a little discussion, the teachers granted Ayu's wish to bring poetry.

"Please son. And once again.. Let's see our son, the pride of all of us.. Ananda Diah Ayu will read a poem." The clap sounded again.

"I call him father..

He is the one who wakes me up every morning,

Preparing food for me,

Take me to school, then,

Work tirelessly after that,

The sweat meant nothing to him,

Still he thought of creating a smile on my face,

His hands are rough, sweat is always a sign if he works hard all day,

Even so, his voice sounded anxious when asking if I had eaten or not,

I call him father..

Who silently in every night prostrate his hands, raising his hands,

praying for my health and happiness,

Always apologizing for not being able to make me happy..

Mr.. Ayu dear father.."

Not felt from the beginning he recited poetry, Ayu's tears were unstoppable. It was not the song Mother had prepared for this event, but the poem she had read just now that was her own work.

Mother's song was chosen by the teacher by entering the name of each student in her class into a jar and taking one paper as a representative of her class. And it just so happened that Ayu's name was chosen to perform the song.