In a Match But Not Stupid

School race

My dad loved my sister so much he always spoiled her, not that he did not love me, but because I was a teenager, papa was a little awkward with me.

But I was so happy, because as a child, I still felt the affection of my biological father. As for my sister, let alone the affection of a father figure, just meet never.

My sister always assumed, papa sambung is her biological father. But papa told me and my brother that we must not forget our biological father.

At the school currently held an event, there were several competitions, and I followed one of them Muslim dress, and Koriah. Only 12 people participated in the fashion competition.

Actually, I don't want to run any races, but my friend registered it.

I walked from school to home and told my mom that I was in the race.

"Assalamualaikum ma," I said.

"Wa'alaikum salam vin" replied Mama

I hesitated to say, "eh ma, someone wants vina Kasi to know."

Mama scrunched her forehead, confused.

"Do you know what?" ask her to me

"There was an event at school, so Vina took part in the race, it was on the friends list."

Mama smiled, "yes good dong, let you perform in front of a lot of people."

"But ma, Vina's clothes don't have, even if you have to rent them."

I knew my mom had no money at the time.

"You're calm, vin, you can help me with that" she replied.

"What's ma?" ask me less sure.

Mama nodded, smiling at me. I know, my mom was confused too.

A few weeks after my preparation for fashion practice, and learning Qoriah, right on the show I started deg degan.

"Tenak vin, usually also see on tv like it and want to be a model," said mama cheered.

"This is different ma, although not seen one world, but who saw almost a thousand people," I said.

"well can not be a famous model if you try to take a breath and then take it out, and do not forget to read sholawat" said mama

I followed my mother's advice and started to calm down.

The race that I followed had come time, one by one my friends took a saddle ala model on the catwalk like a beautiful and sexy supermodel, different from me who had used a veil.

A little nervous walking like them, but I walk in my own style is not too slow down.

When I saw the jury in front of me.

Deg astaghfirullah the English teacher I had always liked, was in front of me. Trying to cover up the nervousness, I kept walking, ignoring the person who was looking at me.

After the Muslimah fashion competition, the next day is the Koriah competition, now my voice is hoarse somehow can change even though drinks and food have been guarded.

My name is called, at this time I continue to advance to compete, open the holy book of the Qur'an and start it.

"Vina, what's your voice?" ask mama.

"I don't know ma." My voice is so hoarse, it hurts so much to talk.

Then my mother took me home with my father and sister.

Mama told me to take a break, because the event was held at night.

Before the announcement of who the winner was, there was a slight leak from my English teacher, he told me via a message on the phone that I was second place.

I'm not sure, but if it's true mama would be happy.

Announcement of the winner of the race arrived, all of us who participated in the race are expected to be present to find out who won.

My family came to school.

"Winner of the women's race, champion 3 is Risa," said MC.

Everyone applauded.

Until the second and first champions, there was no mention of my name.

I didn't expect much, because when I read it my voice was hoarse too.

"The winner of the Muslimah fashion competition, champion 3 is erni" said MC.

Until the first champion had no name, my mother might be disappointed, but she kept smiling at me.

I looked at the English teacher who had made me wish, I looked at him like I was talking, why lie to me?

My family and I walked out of the show.

"Totally you, can not win anything yes vin," said one of my friend's mothers.

"What a buk, Vina is already fighting to win the race, maybe now is not the time he won," replied mama.

"Will not be able to win anything in my opinion, Vina really can not anything said Risa," he said.

Yes, that mother is Risa's mother.

We smiled at him, then the way home again, I went straight into the room, I cried my hardest, angry.

"God why was I born here? why not out of town or abroad. Maybe, I won't feel sad like this" I said, covering my face with a pillow.

I wanted to torture myself this slashing, fortunately I held back my feelings of desire, considering my mother and sister who might also be sad with what I did.

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