
“Give us at the end of the event, which is the submission of awards for the most outstanding student of the year, which will be handed over by our beloved Headmaster. Time and place we welcome.” MC sound from loudspeakers.
The headmaster went up on stage with a little preface before calling two students whose names were already listed in the script he brought.
The best graduate students from CENDEKIA High School 1 year are achieved by :
Ahsan Zuhairi
Maula Qiana Arifin's
With pride, I invite Ananda Ahsan and Ananda Maula to go on stage.
Staring around, Maula found it hard to believe her name was being called out respectfully by the headmaster. Everyone applauded while smiling at him. Rere and Nikita encouraged her to step up and take the stage, alongside Ahsan to receive an award. However, his eyes remained fixed towards the entrance.
Upon completion of the awarding of the charter and medal, the MC asked the two students to say a word before returning to their seats.
The sound of applause made Maula more lost in silence. Seeking himself among the thousands of men who stare with his squeaky highlight. He was stunned as the MC handed the microphone to him.
His face was confused. His eyes repeated the gaze towards the entrance that did not also give a different view. After he took a breath, his trembling lips began to sound out.
Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi ....
I thank the timer for giving me the opportunity to stand in this place.
Our beloved homeroom teacher and the entire teaching staff are also all parties who have played a very important role in our progress, especially for me personally.
Blessed be it, by the grace of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, who has given me life and abundant favors. He sent his chosen angels who loved me and loved me.
If only my Mom and Dad were still here, I would give this best award to them ....
Maula lifted the charter she had just received from the principal. Look at him while smiling.
Her breathing began to feel tight, but there was still something she wanted to get out of her heart.
May Allah reward them more beautifully by placing them in His heaven.
The sound of 'Aamiin' speech that is earthy makes Maula review a happy smile.
If I may .. I want to leave a longing for someone who was once so close, closer than a shadow that never left me. Always with me in his prayers. Thank you for ....
Maula could no longer continue her words. He immediately twisted his body to hide his sobbing face.
Katia who had just come with Aldi immediately picked up Maula from the stage. Hugged and rubbed his back gently.
“Sorry, yes, Brother came late. Last day ...” He chose not to continue his speech for work reasons he seemed to be very tired of saying.
Maula nodded in understanding. “Gak papa's. I'm not okay, just carried away.” Smilingly. “Content because Brother has tried to come.”
Katia rubbed Maula's wet cheeks, while walking towards Aldi's place who was calling someone at a place reserved exclusively for guests.
“Bro! Really love Lo, yes.”
“Why, In?”
“Gue thought, Lo will come. At least for today, make the heart of Maula. Congratulations, cake!”
“Nothing, Di, I don't want to ruin the happiness of Maula on her graduation day.”
“Akh .. I don't understand the same mind path Lo.” Aldi just felt the heartache of not having the heart to see Maula crying on stage, why Khayru looks ordinary all this time. “Maula crying on stage, Ru. Maybe he's hoping Lo comes in his parents' place.”
“Is he still crying, Di? Please tell him to stop.” At that moment, Khayru hung up.
Maafin Brother, Deck. You must be strong, you must be strong. Because when we meet again, we are two strangers who have no meaningful bond. Two people who can no longer depend on each other.
You must be asking, can you do it? The answer is of course 'No' but, it has to be. Make peace with those around you. They will give you a lot of life experience. Life lessons you can't see from your point of view. Your world is vast. In your eyes there is not only a brother with that problem.
Whatever our purpose is to stay away, brother congratulate us. You have passed through a phase in your life.
From inside this European-style greenhouse building, there is always a soft music sound, providing comfort for anyone sitting there. Quite crowded because of its very strategic position, making the cafe always look busy serving visitors.
“Dek, thanks for the chicken finger today, yes. Brother must hurry back to the office, Nih.” Katia got up from the seat while staring at the watch which signified that her rest time was up. And so did Aldi, he did the same.
“La, you're here just help Rere doang, you know. Don't be too busy either. Focus same lecture you first,” Aldi message because he saw, Maula too enjoy work as a cafe waitress.
“Siap, Om. Rere and Nikita came back. Inside there is also Mas Dandi-friend Om who is multi-talented,” he said while pointing with his thumb. “Partially in that corner, my laptop is always stand by. I'm studying for sure.”
Aldi held out two thumbs of his hand while glancing. And Maula reviewed the smiles as they slowly passed from before her.
Suddenly, he patted his own forehead as his eyes unintentionally saw the figure of the homeless man who often wandered in front of him.
“Yes Allah. I forgot to tell him to eat today.” Maula immediately went to the pantry to bring a little food and gave it to her directly. After that, he sat in the front seat with a laptop that was still on the table. From a distance he saw the man eating his food with joy while glancing at him and then nodding and smiling.
After returning her smile, Maula put on the earphones that had been coiled around her neck earlier, then closed her eyes while leaning on the seat back that was attached to the wall. Almost asleep. Until a handsome man called his name.
“Eh ... Mr Pram.” Maula became misbehaved because the guidance lecturer and her brother Nikita who had met at the graduation ceremony, was suddenly in front of him. He removed the earphones back from his ears while forcing his lips to smile.
“I'm here as Nikita's older sister, not as a guidance counselor. Don't call, sir. I'm not too old yet,” as long as the man scratches his temple, then sits in front of Maula.
“I can sit here, right?”
“Please, Sir, uh ... Brother,” error. “Rere and Nikita, just a little more coming, kok.”
“Their college hours together, yes?”
“Yes, because they are in the same faculty, Kak.”
“Emang, anyway, they are from small very difficult to be separated.” Pram is a nickname of Pram Iswary Ananta. He knew Rere because he had been friends with Nikita since he was a child.
Maula's eyes seem sparkling because they are interested in the story of Nikita and Rere's friendship that has lasted for so long.
Rere who had just come with Nikita, immediately smothered the mouth of the brother of his friend without shame. “Bon me, huh? Just be careful if you dismantle my disgrace. Ta jewel your ears, Brother,” lick Rere.
They laughed when Pram said they would come and tell stories when they were both not there. While Maula only smiled while shaking her head.
To Be Continued ....