NADIRS

Nadir ~ Um ehm

There are no less than 50 combined problems that we have to solve in 120 minutes, which means we have to solve one problem in 2.4 minutes at the latest. I felt like I was following the UN for the second time. Deg-degan. Mate-matika, Bahasa Indonesia, English, IPA, and PKn (Citizenship Education), are evenly divided into one package of questions.

According to the advice of Sister Cantika in the past at Junior High, I immediately worked on problems that I thought were easy first when Ms. Warliah, the supervisor of our room was invited.

Slowly, one by one about the tests I completed, occasionally I turned to the Wira who was sitting to my right, the distance we were adrift by two tables. I saw that my friend was thinking hard, ruffled her hair, her forehead started to sweat. He seems to have trouble answering those questions. Patience, my friend, I will help you when you get the chance.

Minutes pass quickly for those who have difficulty working on problems, but it feels so slow for those who think those problems are no more difficult than the lessons learned on the Junior High. Like me, thank God, I have not had much trouble doing most things, except English, because I must admit, Ms. Hamdana, our English teacher at Junior High School yesterday, nothing but a high school honoree. If you're wondering why? Ask the government. It's common knowledge, my friend, the quality of education in remote villages like Desaku, is very low. Sorry offended.

Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief, all of that I've solved. The wall clock hanging just above the blackboard of the room, it was over an hour and a half. I see Wira, still scratching her head, My friend is really having a hard time. I wanted to help her, but Ms. Hamdana was still watching us closely. It gave us no chance to exchange answers.

In my heart I pray that Ms. Hamdana comes out of the luggage room for a while. Obstructed. That observant supervisor, finally gave me a minute's reproach to give my answer to the Hero.

“Mom want to go out for a while, I ask you to be orderly, do not help each other, yes!” said Mrs Hamdana.

“Iya, Mom!” we answered almost simultaneously.

After making sure that Ms. Hamdana really wanted to go away from the room, I immediately stepped towards the Hero theme.

“This Friend, you just copy all my answers!” I put my answer sheet on his bike. The other students did not care about our fraudulent behavior, only some of them glanced at me, but just glanced, not reprimanded.

Wira noticed my answer sheet, she smiled, I felt relieved.

“Sorry, my friend, if I have to pass this test, it is because of my own ability..If later, I do not pass because of my answer, I have been satisfied.In a gentle way, Wira refused my offer,

“Didn't you always advise me that I should believe in my own abilities? if I can trust in my own abilities, I beg you to trust me too, my friend!”

Really, I am glad I heard the words of Wira. He really changed, no longer a Hero who likes to snatch my answer paper in repetition, but a great Hero, a friend who believes in his own ability.

I smile back Wira, I pat her shoulder, “I believe you, man... You are great!” I said. Then I came back, carrying an answer sheet. At first glance caught by my eyes, a girl sitting right next to the Hero, was smiling. Want me to recognize the girl's face more clearly, but, Bu Hamdana has already returned to the room.

“Time to stay three minutes.. let's quickly finish! If you are late to deposit an answer sheet, you will not receive it again!” bu Hamdana.

Me and some other students, directly handed the following answer sheet about the test to Bu Hamdana's desk. I saw Wira still working on the matter, her face began to be flooded with sweat, I felt sorry to see my friend. But, again, the furthest I could do was pray for him.

“Come on kids, time's up! Quickly submit your answer sheet, finished or unfinished!”

The hero and several others stood up, carrying their answer sheets. Previously Wira, had a smile on me, as if to say; ‘calm Friend, I managed to do it!’.

Furthermore, Bu Hamdana announced the timing of the announcement of passing the selection, next week. Some of the students did not leave the room including me and Wira, I pulled up a chair, then sat down next to Wira.

“How Friends? You finished everything?” my many.

“Thanks to your guidance first, Thank God, Friend!” the answer.

I'm relieved to hear that, “Really, I'm afraid that you can't solve those problems, man!”

“So far, you don't trust me?!”

“Hehehe...” we laugh.

While chatting with me, Wira repeatedly wiped the sweat on her face with her palms. Suddenly, without us expecting it, one hand reached out to the Hero's table, putting down a packet of tissue. The hand was long, the skin was white, clean, the nails were neat and shiny. I stared at the girl's face. Like, I know. The woman looked down in amazement, staring at the white tissue on her desk.

Like jelangkung. Came uninvited, left untransmitted. The girl just left me and Wira after offering a tissue, without saying a word.

“Who is he?” asked Wira, but it was too late, the pink backpack girl had already disappeared from our sight.

“I don't know.. but it looks like, I've seen it!” i'm pengedik.

The hero immediately ran, about to catch up with the kind girl who offered him the tissue, but unfortunately, I have written, the girl is already gone. Wira sighed at the door, I knew she was disappointed.

“I'll find out who the owner of this tissue is!” muttered Wira, while putting tissue into his backpack.

Like the Prince who was curious about the owner of glass shoes named Cinderella, for days Wira complied to look at the white tissue given by the girl that day. He is no longer the hero I know. The cheerful and cunning friend, I don't know where he went. Now the hero is nothing more than a servant. Satisfied he stared at the day just gone by with all the silly questions about the tissue girl. What's-her-name? What's his face like? Gorgeous huh? If not, he made me fall in love.

So, sometimes the subject of falling and heart makes a sane person become senewen, on a day of waiting, full of hope about our next fate, whether to pass the test or not? I was nervous waiting for the announcement, the guest himself stared at his fist on the porch of the room.

“You why, man? The day you stared at the tissue... Disgruntled you?” I began to care about my friend's attitude.

“My friend Nadir, this tissue does not mean anything to those who are blind about falling in love. But to me, this poet, this tissue and other things from a girl, is a ticket to happiness. Scrumptious beauty named love!”

Since when did he call himself a poet?

“Which is more important you think, our graduation announcement, or the girl behind the tissue?”

“There is no happiness more promising than the love of welcome The hero would not turn away from his fist.

“Haiss... completely lost your sanity, Friend!” my sift. O Allah, put a stone into the head of my friend, let the madness of his love disappear!

The selection officer began pasting notice sheets on the school's information board. All the students who focused their greatest hopes on the sheet immediately jostled, connecting the selection officer. Figuring out if they passed this first wave selection test. If they do not pass, they will have to take part again in the second wave selection test.

“The announcement is out, Friends!” I exclaimed, intentionally like shouting, hoping the Hero would be interested, “You don't want to see your name on that notice board?!”

“As of you!” patience exhausted. I left my friend who was crazy because the kasmaran was there. Some students asked me with strange expressions.

“Why him?”

“She's gone sane!”

One by one the students came out from the crowd in front of the notice board. There are some who expressed gambira because they graduated, more who cried because they were disappointed to find the writing “NOT PASS” at the end of their name and sequence number. Imagine, of the 1000 students who enrolled, only 150 students were accepted at this first wave of selection. Only 6.6% chance of each student to graduate. A very small percentage.

I broke through the crowd of students to the front of the notice board. There are a hundred and fifty names on the notice sheet. I traced it from the very bottom, it was easy to find a speck of happiness there.

“Number,146... Wira...” gumamku, “Participant Massage Number, 807... GRADUATED. Yes!” i exclaimed.

But the happiness didn't last long, many times I looked for my name on the notice sheet, but I didn't find my name there. I traced the row of names once again, I'm sure, my name is not listed there. Weak I came out of the crowd. My spirit evaporated. I'm disappointed in myself. Disappointed in reality. Previously I had doubted the ability of the Hero, in fact, I am the one who deserves to be doubted.

I met the Hero who was still glued to his fist.

“Congratulations, buddy, you passed!” I said.

The hero took his eyes off the tissue, the first time in a week, “You why Friend?” tanyakanya.

I tried to smile, but still tasted.

“What's up? What happened?” asked Wira, his attention was completely shifted to me.

“You passed, buddy!” I said once again. If I had not been ashamed of all the pairs of eyes present in the school environment, I would have loved to cry. I have disappointed Ama, Melodi, Wira, Sister Cantika, and myself.

“How about you?”

I'm shaking. Heavy taste.

“I can't believe!” The hero goes straight to the notice board.

Not long after he came back.

“Have you properly checked the notice sheet, buddy?” tanyanya.

“Already, over and over again instead, I'm sure my name isn't there!”

Somehow Wira smiled, “Maybe you are mistaken, try to check once again.”

I know, Wira wanted to cheer me up, but it even added to the disappointment, “Here is Friend, I'm sure, my name is not on the announcement sheet....Maybe it has not been windfall!” I try to smile. Pretending sincere.

“But I saw your name there! you passed my friend! Your second highest rating!”

I chuckle. No need for him to go that far, no matter how he tries to comfort me, reality will not change instantly.

“Already, Friend. I appreciate your way.”

The hero went back to the notice board, tore the top off the notice paper, and then showed it to me. No doubt, some students nagging due to the behavior of the Hero.

“You see this! read this, watch your NPU, man! You passed... order two anyway!”

I took a good look at the piece of paper that Wira brought, there was indeed an error in typing my name, which should have been; Nadir, being; Present. So clearly I escaped earlier. But looking at that NPU, 805, is my number. I was amazed, not because of my name and the number two written on the piece of paper, but because of the Hero, how dare he tear the announcement paper. My spirit that had evaporated, returned again, because of the Hero. I embrace the Wira full of excitement.

“But, how could I not see my name written there?” my many.

“Considered?!” The hero replied to me with a question.

Ah, but it doesn't matter, it's important that me and Wira graduate. Finally, we can enter SMAN 1 Generation Great, where Kak Cantika never studied this. Oi, glad we are. Me and Wira exclaimed with excitement while jumping up and down, not caring about the pairs of eyes that saw our behavior.

“Sorry!” someone patted my shoulder.

Me and Wira looked straight at me.

“Maybe, my name is on that paper!” the girl pointed at the piece of paper that was in my hand. I noticed a piece of the name that was on top of my name on the torn paper.right, although it was not very clear, because I was squeezing it out, but I could see that there was a name written there, in the first order.

I noticed the girl's smile, I knew her. Yes, she was the girl who gave the tissue to the Hero that day. Yeah, he's the face behind the tissue that's been making my friend cool for a week. Although his hair is shorter than a shoulder, although his face is much more mature than before, I am sure, none other than, he is the daughter of Ko A Kiong.

Me and Wira looked at the girl, and then we looked at the girl again.

“HA-NIN?!”

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Notes :

Footnotes are in the first episode