Lala The Dancer

Getting closer to the dream

National exams await in front of the eyes. This is a terrible scourge. Especially for a brained child fitting rich me. Surprised me by the test system in this country. Three years of hard-earned school. Only three test questions were determined. Weird isn't it??? Isn't the process more valuable than the value itself???????

My steps are getting weaker. I did my last test.

"Now there is nothing to do but wait for results. Yesterday the national exam keyet time can directly study. Still can try to learn. Now I can only give up" I said to Tora beside me.

"Nyantai is you. Horang kayah's son did not pass the step can be a manager in your Mama furniture factory" said Tora.

"Lha me??? Not pass it must be directly in the case of a canned pans do not pass," continued Tora sadly.

"Not that time either. You are talented nari. Who knows, it could be a dance mogul" I said, patting her on the shoulder. He's just a grimace.

I followed the cheapest and free college entrance. Again face written tests and ability tests. Some of the dance charters I've gotten hope to help.

***

National purpose announcement day....

We're shrouding the notice board. Cramming like a bee to enter the nest. I keep pushing past people. Search for the letter 'V' among thousands of other letters. Ohha!!!! GRADUATED. My body was immediately pushed back due to the antisias of the other students.

"I graduated!!! I graduated!!" I shouted with passion.

"Me too!!"

"Me too!!!" Four of my friends also passed us together and then jumped like a primitive tribe to worship. The jump and the gang grew up. My classmates are in it all. Then it increases and continues to grow until the field moves. We became like a whole bunch of big entry tribes dancing. Hahahaha koplak's. Art people are like that. A lot of his carl than his real thing.

***

There's a separate entrance test to enter the college of my dreams. I was escorted by Mama to stay at my budeku house in the city of Jogja. Tomorrow morning once otw campus for the test. The distance of my budeku house and campus is quite far as well, although it is still one province.

"Waaa this is a candidate for the elite campus," said my Pakdeku once I reached his home. I just smile with a smile. They were very friendly to welcome me.

Entering campus is like entering a circus. That's what I'm going through. After the traditional dancing that I could, I was told to do bodywork.

"What body do you have?" ask the examiner. Starting from kayang, split, and some other difficult movements.

Last interview test. The most interesting thing I was told to tell you about the dance artists I know. I mentioned some of my idol names. Theodoro Retno Maurti, Solo dance artist. Until Sujana Arja, the maestro of mask dance. I told the two artists aloud.

***

I graduated and joined my favorite art college. I looked at my laptop a few times. That's right!!! I graduated!!!

I jump while I hug Mama.

"Lala passed Maa, Lala could even rival Lala a lot," I said with Mama. We were together with her happy song. Hector exited his room while sneering.

"It's the lebay policy, pass the cry, don't pass the cry anymore" said Hector annoying.

"You're Tor, what a thank you for being a true survivor with your mother." Said Mama. I'm blurting at Hector. The one mocked smiled coldly. She's a denouncing style, but I know she's often telling my best friend about her accomplishments. The way to love Hector is to make me an enemy. Haha....

I started looking for a hostel around campus. This time around the whole house including Papa who is far away from Semarang.

"Mom liked that one. There's the ac, the environment is clean, not too dense," Mama argues.

"Too expensive Ma, baby just for the cost. Far from the shop. I'm lazy if I want to eat have to go far," I said. I want to find something simple. The bathroom inside. Let me know our neighbor. If it's too exclusive, I'll be lonely.

"Later replace you who are confused looking for food," replied Mama.

"Find the assistant again dong Maa who is sexy and young," replied Hector.

"Cihhh .. sexy and young. find an assistant what a purel is looking for," I sneered.

"What is La? Warmindo sama warung pengetan. Not far either. Your bike will be sent here later," Papa opened his voice. We looked at the green second-floor hostel.

"The price per month is Rp xxx bathroom in, kosongan, including tokens," explained the owner of the boarding house to us.

"What kind of guy are you? Cctv's in all the hallways, huh?" ask the owner of the hostel. His eyes were watching around.

"Guests can't enter the room. Just down to the living room. Yes we install cctv in all hallway rooms and parking." Obviously the owner of the cost.

"There's a curfew for male guests and boarding houses?" Ask Papa again.

"No sir, they are free at any hour" replied the owner. Papa mangosteen mangosteen.

"Where's La? If you ask Papa, I think here is quite safe and strategic. If you are, we will fill the goods according to your needs. Papa will also ask people to send you your bike. How's it?" ask Papa. I'm a mangosteen.

"Lala likes Pa too. I'll take this one." I said spirit.

***

I'm busy arranging my stuff here. Feels excited. Living alone away from parents. Although a little quiet, hah, I can't fight with Hector anymore.

'Po, what else?' Message on my phone from Hector. I immediately smiled. The boy rarely contacted me. We are the same as kangen.

'Natain goods. Napa?' my many. There was no answer when my message was read. He was coldly attentive.

My phone rang again. Farel phone.

"Yes, the rail, has it arrived?" my many.

"I diwrmindo ahead. You are here" said Farel. I rushed down too.

"Hi, long time no see" I said to Farel. She smiles.

"Yes a long time ago. Are you comfortable?" ask Farel. I'm nodding.

"The bathroom is inside, I said my stuff earlier. How's your kosan? Is your college starting?" I asked Farel. He's nodding.

"Yemen, it's pretty far from here. About 45 minutes. I'm starting next Monday" Farel said.

"Sama dong.." we kept talking about lectures and costs. We have had the same changes we felt.

For almost a month Farel and I rarely met. Just as busy. Prepare each college. He studied chemistry in this town. Got a student's duty because of his watered-down brain.

"I'll prove to you that I can succeed without being their police officer" Farel said.

"Your dad still doesn't like you going to college?" my many. Farel mangosteen mangosteen. I've heard from Farel several times that he's been arguing with Om Nando. His son wants to be a scientist, his father wants his son to be a cop. I pat Farel on the shoulder.

"Rail spirit, I know you will definitely succeed. Show it to Om Nando, he'll definitely melt later" I said encouragingly. Farel smiles while mangosteen mangosteen.