Dusk Star

Chapter 8 The Love Letter

It doesn't feel like it's been a week now that they've been through MOS, it's now their last day of MOS. Like the initial agreement, today will be a day that new students will never forget.

The organizers try to work as much as possible to prepare the stage for the stage that will be displayed in each class. Sing or dance or both. Most importantly every class must show the stage to enliven the event, in this stage will also be held an assessment which will get a prize. Same with the announcement of the winner of the love letter.

In class everyone seems busy going back and forth to pick up their stage later, because they are an x-A class which means they will perform first. They are all nervous and happy because they will officially become students of Bina Pendidikan High School.

“Hey our children briefing first let us smooth the show,” said Rama who served as class president.

His friends immediately approached Rama who was in front of the blackboard. They began to form a circle and shook hands.

“People main purpose is to enliven the event, win or if the business later, AGREE!” everyone shouted in agreement.

“Ra, are you ready to sing solo?” ask Rama to Ranita who will sing solo in the middle of the show later. Ranita nodded in response and Rama gave her thumb.

“Nai lo ready to dance her.” Naila nodded steadily.

“Bil lo has set the keyboard well right.” When he just lifted his thumb.

“Sha lo ready to music his poetry right.” Shakila nodded doubtfully as she squeezed Bila's hand on the edge.

“Indra lo ready his guitar.” Indra showed me the guitar he was carrying. Rama nodded and then called for his friends to come closer.

“Alright because the preparation is ready let us pray for the success of this stage,” exclaimed Rama led his friends to pray.

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“The first stage of the performance of the X-A” MC class opened the event with a rapturous reception and a huge applause.

“Our Assalamuaikum from class X-A will present our last stage as a manifestation of this final joy of MOS.” Rama opened a little, then started with the violin by his friend in the continue with the drum.

Enter the keyboard that makes the atmosphere become boisterous followed by the guitar and choir singing the national song. Followed by a bottle of aqua held by the choir. In the middle of the show appeared the figure of Ranita singing solo later on acoustic guitar then joined with drums, and the choir as baking vocals.

Naila came forward as a dance performance accompanied by energetic band music and an energetic choir sound. Sha entered as the last touch of their performance which only accompanied the keyboard and acoustic guitar as a accompaniment to the musical poetry. The choir as baking back.

All gasp as Sha chants the musicalization of his unmusically accompanied poem all clap in awe. The opening ceremony of this stage really made the audience amazed including the organizers. They took to the stage with cheers from many spectators.

“Sha lo was great,” praise Rama to Sha when he sat down to be a spectator.

“Iya?” Sha smiled shyly at the praise of his class leader. Rama only nodded as his answer made Sha look down even more embarrassed.

And so on, the event continued festively and enthusiastically from the audience. Until the end of the event is the delivery of the winner, the best love letter that will be read by the head of the osis.

“Wah it feels impatient to hear the announcement of the stage winner nih.” Mc again opened the event that was welcomed enthusiastically despite being tired of following the stage, but their energy seemed endless.

“You know who the winner of the stage is,” the audience again cheered and shouted want.

“The stage winner is class—“

“Winners from the show were class X-A.”

Shouts of excitement re-echoed on the field, there were also those who sighed disappointed because they did not win. Hurray cries were also heard from the children of the Sha class, Rama took to the stage as a representative of his class. After the announcement of the three winners, the awarding of prizes made by the head of the osis makes the rumble even more boisterous atmosphere.

Rama held high-stay the gifts he received, his friends immediately shouted. Not losing to the winning loser is still given a prize. Making happy euphoria becomes more and more intense and the committee smiles proudly.

“Etsss do not go home first dong show not finished loh” Mc talk when see many ynag already broke up from the crowd after receiving gifts.

The students who were about to return home now returned to the field with lethargic faces and sighed in disappointment. After Mc spoke, the winner of the love letter made them come back excited, even hunting to sit near the stage.

The announcement that will be read by the head of the osis adds to the tense atmosphere. No more boisterous laughter, screams of excitement or screams that make the eardrum rupture. Everyone listened carefully to the announcement.

“The first thing I will read from a man who is a secret admirer of the vice chairman said, wooo,” cheers the audience began to rowdy fill the field especially when the chairman of the osis began to read out his letter.

“Hai you introduce my name Galuh, I actually like the brother from smp pas brother so the head cheerleader. I secretly always pay attention to my brother from afar, and I also always give flowers under my sister's desk. I didn't really expect much from my sister because I knew she already had a basketball boyfriend, but it didn't break me to get my brother's heart. Now when I entered High School I met up again with my sister and I was given the opportunity to write this love letter to my sister. As the word dilan miss is heavy, the same thing with what I feel now I miss seeing the laughter of my brother who used to be so sweet to see and so beautiful to look at. Earlier I apologized for only daring to express what I felt was through a letter. Greetings and love from Galuh Sanjaya. Woo really nyena like I'm curious as to which person anyway.” Yusuf said while looking here and there.

“Yaudah call it his name Galuh Sanjanya tumben kan Sindi there are fans usually he chases Akbar.”ujar blond guy gondrong.

Sindi glared at the gondrong guy while giving her a murderous look, her mouth as if telling the guy to shut up. While Sindi was afraid her boyfriend was angry to hear her say the love letter, her partner smirked at her while holding the mic confidently.

“Consideration of everything whose name is called please in the future, for galuh sanjaya please in the future,” said the chairman of osis.

Everyone was wide-eyed to hear the speech of the head of the sausage, everyone was shouting for Galuh to come forward. It was even more astonishing to see Galuh walking forward.

Finally, after about five minutes, a thick-browed, thin-haired handsome boy came forward with him. After making small talk with her upperclassmen she began to squat in front of Sindi who looked flabbergasted not to believe her underclassman was so reckless.

Sindi stuck to her boyfriend who was talking to his basketball friend. His girlfriend looks cute as if enjoying the spectacle in front of him. Sindi became nervous instantly.

“Sindi, will you be my girlfriend” Galuh said loudly.

All the children shouted excitedly not even a few who said accept. Seeing Sindi's surprised response she waited patiently for the answer of her statement.

“Lo know itself from smp I already have a girlfriend, and my girlfriend is your upperclassman now,” he continued firmly and immediately lowered his head to avoid the disappointed look of the audience.

Suddenly someone embraces Sindi and her snarl jerks looking towards her boyfriend who embraces with a friendly Sindi in front of the crowd, Sindi is ashamed of the land drowned Sindi right now.

His girlfriend patted Galuh's shoulder gently which was already standing. “Sori bro she has me,” he said flat while inviting Sindi to leave the crowd that returned the scene, Sindi a little run to align her steps with her boyfriend who left the field they will go somewhere.

Galuh looked down disappointed, had been refused humiliation by his girlfriend anyway, annoying Galuh rut in heart. Nor did he predict that his girlfriend would come. Galuh finally walked over and away from the committee after being invited to return to his friends.

“Now we read the second from a girl, wow this is the letter for me. Ekhem started ya”

Joseph frowned when he did not find a long word like Galuh's letter but only a short line of sentences that made his forehead wrinkled.

"When the morning sun begins to show its light

Your shadow is first present in the memory of my eyes

When the birds sing it'll be beautiful this morning

Your voice is the one I want to hear first

I am not a perfect woman

But with you perfection exists

I'm not the only woman who admires you

But I want you to admire me one

I'm selfish when it comes to the heart

But I believe you are the port of my heart

I don't know how long I have to wait for you, but here I remain faithful waiting for you in my waiting lap. Maybe it is true said the love at first sight it will be very beautiful if both are felt. I also want you to feel what I'm feeling right now. Warm regards from your secret admirer SZ.”

“The poem was very interesting until I was touched, but who loves this love letter, ko so peninsaran” said Yusuf.

Indeed, in the second letter is not mentioned his name, but the committee already knows who the owner is.

“You want to know whose letter this is?” yusuf asked with a wicked grin on his face.

There was a scream of wanting. Who does not want to know anyone who gives love letters with the style of poetry of the past that makes everyone impressed but not more.

Shakila who knew the love letter from him could only be stirred and twisted his uniform furiously, he did not want to be rejected by his upperclassman. Even though it's okay to refuse but not in front of many people like this.

“To Shakila please forward.”

Shakila was also flabbergasted by her two best friends. Yusuf called out to Shakila for the second time, making Sha ahrus hold back nervously as he began to move from the crowd of the field to advance to the front of the stage.

Really Shakila did not dare to look back or front he just lowered his head while squeezing his blue white uniform shirt nervously.

Arriving in front of him to the cheers of his friends, Shakila tried to stare at his hundreds of friends. Shakila is not a famous student like Bila and Nai, but the performance of the stage made her the center of attention, even now she sees some views about her.

“There is something you want to convey” Yusuf's words suddenly make Shakila shake her head which invites laughter from her friends.

“What is this letter right from lo?” joseph asked who now got the nod from Shakila. Joseph held an upset breath towards the girl in front of him.

“Someone you want to convey?” Joseph repeated the same question.

“As the last greeting of MOS,” continued Yusuf added while giving the mic he wore to Shakila.

Shakila received it with nervous and thrilling hands. For the first time he dared to speak in public like this, ughh he no longer wanted to be in this kind of situation. She just wants to be an ordinary student who does not make trouble and study diligently, just fine.

“I..” Shakila was incredibly nervous, please anyone who can save her from a situation like this Shakila will thank you.

“I did make the letter, but I did not want to shoot or convey my feelings to my sister directly, after hearing that I had to make the love letter with great force I made it. Why big brother, because indeed I do not really know the other upperclassmen.”.

“Oh so you feel that way,” cut Yusuf.

“Eh ma'am that's it, sis, I've known brother since our Junior High School one school and maybe brother don't know me.”

“Oh sort of silent love yes,” exclaims gondrong-haired guy. Joseph gave a sharp look towards her.

“Maybe I can say that, but I never expected anything so with my sister reading that love letter alone I've been happy.” A lot of words swallowed the disappointment of the audience.

“Good because I also can not accept your love statement because there is someone else who fills my heart,” said Yusuf firmly but can be heard by everyone because the mic held by Sha leads to the mouth of Joseph.

Hearing that Sha dropped his mic and walked backwards away from the stage. While saying sorry to the committee he ran away from the crowd and the stage was flabbergasted to hear Yusuf's rejection. This time it hurts more than before.