INTROVERT LOVE'S

Episode 9

Art Stage

   Artistic decoration, paper flowers adorn the edges of the stage, the walls of the room are coated with sparkling cloth, several lanterns hanging above the ceiling, the, colorful balloons are also scattered at several points making the room festive. But who knows? The feelings of some of the friends present may be languishing, happy but sad, even hollow as I felt at the time because to be celebrated is a farewell.

“Anyway, all mother's children must be champions! Proudly the name of the school! Achieve your dreams, son. We always pray for you!” Lantang Bu Ema as the principal closed the speech. Applause rumbles, some students

sobbing.

“Next appearance ..musicalization of the poem to be performed by our ananda Hanan As sidqi and Tiara Azzahraaaaaaa. Welcome to watch ...” The MCs excitedly called us, applauding again

rumbles.

The room was suddenly cold, honestly our training was not optimal, Ara learned more about cooking cakes with Mama. We looked at each other, he smiled fear was instantly erased, his smile was courage.

“Poel Ketapang.”

 Works: Tiara Azzahra

　

　

I'm the blank paper you smeared in ink.

A bunch of nukhta that you collect so it becomes a word full of meaning

I'm a dehydrated boy with a poor absence.

You're a savior, a shade like a catapult tree.

　

You recall?  The tiny footprints have now grown to face the world.

You realize? Everything you have given will be a provision to deal with it.

But why didn't you tell me from the beginning?

Will the meeting end in a farewell?

Can I cry?

Can I laugh?

May I tell you how far I've gone you're always in memory?

I don't want to go, though,

I just want to be here

Can you help me? Please hold the time!

　

　

I still want science, keep with you !

Can you help me?

My chest is tight because there will come a day without you.

Can you help me?

When you get back here, keep welcoming

I'm with your love ….

Excerpt after string continued to accompany his voice which was up and down, meggeching, trembling, suffocating as well

implored. My chest was tight, some guests were already crying to the point of choking.  Ara as she pleased, her eyes glazed for a second then her tears dripped. Without realizing I was also crying, snot rapidly down through the nose. When she looks beautiful, for whatever reason I want her. The room became boisterous with applause, with an indescribable feeling of happiness, we went down off the stage.

The release event was over, friends were busy taking pictures, exchanging gifts on the school field. Mama invited Ara's parents to visit the house, we agreed to follow.

***

Solid roads, honking each other, large motors with racing exhaust make the streets more noisy, all leading to one place, the city square to celebrate graduation parties with the ritual of coloring school uniforms.

That day in nineteen years of my age for the first time I hugged another woman besides Mama, I was nervous, the motor felt heavy, like piggybacking on a mountain, heavy unspeakable.

“But I think this is a moment.”

“So you want to go there for doodles?”

Ara scrunched her forehead

“Engga, I have another way to make a memory.”

“Where?” Ara curious.

“Ya, we are now.” I looked back, her cheeks

redden.

“So really go to Padang?”

“Not Padang, but Bukit Tinggi.”

“Daddy, right it's in Padang?”

“Buknlaah, it's in West Sumatra, bedaa.”

 “Mmm. Kirain, kalo

you've been there often call me yes.”

“He, where can!” exclaiming Ara.

“Why?” my many.

“Yes, can't!”

“Yes, now only. Can I say something?”

I pulled the motor.

“Engga may, if that's a strange thing.”

“Yah, don't be deh.”

“Lah, why?”

“So it's weird,” I answered flat.

“Whimsy how?”  Ara brought her face closer, her eyes twitching, I felt like

fainted.

“Ga so,” tukasku.

“Why? Scared?”

“Fear what?” askaku.

“Verily for what sake, I already know what I want

you said.”

“Serious?”

“Yes yes, you need to know the eyes are the windows of the heart,

eyes are the windows of the soul.”

“Keep why?”

“Let me answer, if you still feel the same, then,

until I go home,” replied Ara steadily, her gaze far ahead.

“Ara?”

“Appointment?” My heart was pounding, the field was boisterous, the leaves that had fallen from the old banyan suddenly stopped. A desire that arises from within because it is aware shortly

again for some time we will no longer meet, how I want to hold him.

“Appointments.” He looked at me for a long time, his lips twitched, a few tears dripping from his eyes.  Without saying the word love, that day I believed we were holding a sincere promise.