Love Across the Road

Poetry Cipta Competition

Almost one-eighth of my school students huddle in the school's trench during break time. This strange phenomenon, usually Mading was always quiet, not ignored even though it was strategically located, often passed if students were going to the cafeteria.

I'm actually lazy if I have to join the crowd, jostling. But it was my curiosity that led my way here, joined the crowd even though it was only the tiptoes behind and still could not see the contents.

"We're following the dance yuk! My brother taught me the chore. Ajakin Dea same Erni as well."

"Gue is okay."

I scratched my head. A dance? Is there a dance competition at my school? I was getting curious, but the people standing in front of Mading were still engrossed in reading the same news over and over again. I finally decided to step aside, get into class before the break ended.

"Guys, today there is an announcement, there may be some who already know from Mading. But I want to generalize again fearing the bellows know." Arthi stood in front of the blackboard, carrying an announcement.

"What's the information then? You've been talking but I didn't catch that information" Si Bonar voiced his protest.

"Prophe dong!" snapped Amel, Arthi's bench-mate, defends.

"Okay, our school will soon be an anniversary. Well, it will be held even in the form of a race. There are five races, first singing, dance one group of a maximum of nine people, poetry competition plus read the poetry of the person - it's also the theme of the school of course, the speech competition, the last bazaar competition. Well, I want to say, who wants to come."

And so began this class excitedly pointed to this person-that, who was appointed to pretend to refuse when his heart was happy, deliberately wanted to be forced. The majority of the boys in this class were not very interested, including me who chose to sit still while propping up my chin.

"Andar alone who participated in the competition to create poetry, jago time he. Win this class, champion one!" said Si Bonar loudly. I glared at him.

Ow hell! Who says I'm good at poetry? I'm only good at poetry for Meliana, but not with other themes. Most kinds of poetry of SD children who discuss the color of flowers in school. I don't like literature, I don't like Indonesian lessons. My cleverness in poetry has just come along since I liked Meliana.

"Don't me," I refused subtly. I really don't want to, instead of being forced.

"Udah you. Okay, Danar is the poetry race. One more thing, who wants to take care of the bazaar stand who?" Si Arthi wrote my name without consent.

And the class started to fuss again, while my head started to get dizzy.

*****

Although my brain said, ah just a regular race not to think about. But in fact it is not so, after school without changing clothes I immediately sat on my study desk butut then took out a book and ballpoint pen, began to string the word making poetry for the race next Sunday.

Schoolmates

This is where I demand knowledge.

Building the character.

Wrapping up chemistry with bidadar–

"Astaghfiullah!" I crossed out the paper in annoyance, then squeezed it.

It was just a technical error. Meliana affected my mind too much.

Schoolmates

Thank you for saying to Meliana, because thanks to her beauty, this school is still beautiful even without a beautiful garden.

Thanks school.

This is where I study, plant ethics.

"Astaghfiullah!"

It's severe! Frustrated I made it. I told you that poetry race wasn't a good idea for me.

Later that night, after touring the Meliana housing complex, I did not linger there because Meliana did not show her nose at all. So I decided to go to the Mang Aep coffee shop, drink milk coffee while talking for advice on the theme of my poetry. Mang Aep is a good discussion partner.

"Mang Aep's one milk coffee!"

"Ready!" said Mang Aep while respecting the flag, then concocting my order milk coffee.

"Now, coffee." Mang Aep put a glass of milk coffee on the table.

"I want to ask for advice." I put on a serious face with my right hand rubbing my chin.

"What advice, Boy?" tanyanya while flipping the fry.

"About Mang's poetry, I want to participate in the poetry competition at school."

"Good it!"

"The thing is, I can't do poetry."

"Yes, don't follow me."

"But I've chosen a classmate, Mang."

"The reason your friends chose you for what race?"

"I love to write on school radio."

"Well!" Mang Aep snapped his fingers hard. "That means you're talented."

"Misunderstand Mang! Danar can't do poetry except for Meliana."

Mang Aep mangosteen while rubbing chin. "It's a simple thing, Boy! It's just a matter of the heart. Why do you write poetry about Meliana, the answer is heart. You make everything sincerely from the heart. Do this race too. Create a poem from the word that comes to your head, from your heart. Don't force want to make a good one, let it all flow, then the result will be good, Boy."

I nodded in understanding. That's right, Mang Aep is right. I'll make a poem what it is, no need to force it. Champions business see later.