Miss To Move Diary

Carnaval and Genealogy

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"Sister, I love brother because of God." My words just flowed.

Brother Arfan smiled happily.

"Sister too. Brother loves you very much." Brother Arfan said sincerely.

I stopped my finger action.

My crying is broken now. Bang Vhen hugged me, calmed me down and tried to understand what was going on.

I spilled my tears on the chest of the field bang Vhen.

Bang Vhen stroked my back, trying to keep me calm.

"Patience of the deck, sorry brother, sorry brother."

I kept crying, it was hard to stop.

Until when my crying subsided, I looked towards bang Vhen.

"Yevn sleeps, Yevn sleeps." My words lied.

I just don't want to involve bang Vhen in my feelings.

"Alright," said bang Vhen trying to smile.

I knew that bang Vhen actually understood me better than myself.

Even now he also knows that I am lying and trying to close my insolence.

I stood up and started to step away from the Vhen bang. In the doorway,

"Second, right now you have to study sincerely, brother is sure you can. Patience is the way."

Bang Vhen. I just smiled poignant.

Then pass to the room.

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His departure really became a wound for a Yevn. The old wounds are still burning.

Me, not sincere? What's sincere like?

The theory and reality really contradict me at this time.

Outside of my stubbornness, it is very fragile the reality inside.

Since Arfan's departure, my feelings have become very sensitive.

But I will keep smiling, closing the wounds and sadness that is being hit and continue to hit.

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Time shows at 15.13 wib.

The evening of the event will take place.

I got a phone call from Mr. Amrisal asking me to be present at the venue.

I also received phone calls from several organizers even from unknown numbers who also asked me to be present at the event location.

"Yevn, come to the location of the event now yes.we will hold a clean gladi one more time after the ta'aruf parade."

Said Mr. Amrisal across the phone.

"Ok sir. sliding." Answer's short.

I'm really lazy to go there now. Because the road will be very jammed.

At this time there will be a ta'aruf parade containing MTQ (Musabaqah Tilawatil Quran) participants from all branches.

Each branch will have dozens of participants.

In addition to the participants, the Ta'aruf parade was also followed by teachers, office employees, organizations, Indigenous Institutions, Camat and members, and many more that I can not mention.

What is clear is that the road is very jammed and full of participants ta'aruf whose length is many meters.

I use my motor to get there, to make it easier to slip and quickly get to the location.

Because from the police and TNI who have lined up to secure the march has recognized me as an MC there, I was easily able to pass.

I arrived at the event location. I called Mr. Amrisal to ask his whereabouts.

"Father on the stage, you come straight here." The answer.

I walked straight to the stage. We see Mr. Amrisal, Mr. Nazar and some of the committee standing there.

"Yevn,!!"

It was seen Mr. Nazar waving his hand at me.

'What's with him? he's my teacher, but his behavior...'😅😅

I muttered with a smile towards Mr. Nazar.

I continued to step towards the left side of the stairs.

Only this ta'aruf parade is a semi-formal event or rather non-formal then we casually sit on the floor of this large stage.

Mr. Nazar smiled enthusiastically to welcome me.

I immediately attended a group of my seniors.

"Assalamu'alaikum." My broom.

"Wa'alaikumsalam...." Answer them all.

"What's up, sir?" I asked without a stale base.

"Ga there, purposely told me to come here to gather." Answer mr. Amrisal.

"Oohhhhhh.." Greet me, get upset.

I should now take a break to fill the energy to stay up later tonight.

My phone is ringing. I reached into my bag to pick up a cell phone.

It turns out my friend is the barbarian. 😅😂

"Hallo, assalamu'alaikum." My broom.

"Wa'alaikumsalam warohmatullahi wa barakaaaaaaatuh." The answer.

"I answered his greetings, don't lecture." Connect again.

"Alhamdulillah." I said with a laugh.

"Where is weiy?" Ask Eva with her style.

"I'm on the show, why?" Answer me

"Ga, that's the nelfon cave brother, he reported to the cave, wkwkwk."

"What report?" My toot.

"She said look at you on the street, she said you were beautiful." Eva Saying.

"Geez, what did your brother eat wrong? or forget to take your medicine." Answer me while giggling.

"Well, I'm with this committee again. Night will come." My neighbor again.

"Start! I also got greetings from the cave brother. Seriously, ga joking cavern mah." Eva Saying.

"Yes yes, wa'alaikumsalam. dah yes, papay assalamu'alaikum."

I immediately closed the phone after hearing Eva's reply.

The ta'aruf parade carnaval troupe began to enter the arena.

The event venue was full surrounded by hundreds of people.

MCs began to take over the task, directing and reading each motto of each group.

We were still sitting on the floor. Talk and discuss the event.

Once we laughed in a joke.

"Yevn secure?" Ask Mr. Amrisal.

"Please sir, don't ask. Now he's also told to call the show ready for it."

Answer Mr. Nazar.

"God, sir, pray for it." My answer.

"We're worried about the weather, may it rain." Said mr. Amrisal.

Then they began to discuss MTQ events in the previous year where in the middle of the event heavy rain fell.

A strong wind swept through the baleho and the greeting board flew out on the storm broom.

At the time of the incident I was not involved in the show as anything.

I was wrong at the time when I was on medication.

It is said that the story, at that time the show used a yellow background. And use the yellow sassy theme. (I don't know exactly what that has to do with. Because most sassy yellow colors are avoided when major events in my area. Especially if the event is held at night and located outdoors.)

There were even art performances that raised the sassy tale of yellow.

For the story of Lancang Kuning readers can search on google.

There was also an event, at that time the show's fillers featured a sassy drama yellow and princess seven, and they were possessed, which he said was a lady or daughter seven myself I do not know for sure. (Princess seven is a folk tale of Dumai, which is said to have happened)

Back to the origin of the story. 😅

I feel like there are a pair of eyes watching me right now.

Deg,,,, uh,,,,

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