NADIRS

Nadir ~ Wow

It is fortunate that we are children of this remote village, given the opportunity to enjoy a beautiful time. SMA. The time where you start mafhum about a heart that ripples instantly when eyes find each other. Time will lead you to get involved in many things. Self-evidence. Dream stairs.

Like me and Wira, it was not our happiness on the first day to become official students in SMAN 1 of this Great Generation. The new uniform still smells of stores, millennial backpacks, also the smell of stores, no longer a branded backpack; a net weight of 10 kg, shiny new shoes that do not feel when it should be set on a muddy road, the company said, pomade haircuts, current trends. Oi, terrific. Our chest was puffed up while walking. Look at! Look at this handsome teenager!

Arriving in front of the gate of SMA, Wira took off her hat, took off her backpack, I don't know what she wanted to do. Wira then held a used cardboard in front of the gate, then bowed, then he bowed. As low as possible, deeply as an expression of his gratitude. I immediately followed him, because indeed, I think it is very necessary to do. There is no better man than those who are grateful.

New students who smell the same shop with us, whispering to see our behavior. Some grimaced, some were amused smiles. But we don't care. In that long prostration, we offer praise to Him who gave us the opportunity to be part of this great time.

Innallaha huwar - lrazzaaqu zul quwwatil matiin. Verily Allah is the Provider of strength and strength.

Me and Wira then got up with teary eyes. Some students, somay traders, Mr. Udin―satpam school, and teachers, still sculpting, may be amazed to see our behavior and pass it by.

As the school announced yesterday, when we made the registration payment, I and Wira went straight to the information board, looking for where we were placed. There was a bit of wryness in my heart when I found out that I and Wira had to be different classes. Hero is in IPS XB class, while I'm in IPA XA class, I hate this boxing rule. Just because of the accumulation of UN scores and the Entrance Selection Exam, we had to separate from each other. As if those values were partitions, intimidating. Why are we students who share this same goal, not given the freedom to choose their own path? can't value on paper not be a guarantee of someone's quality?

“In my opinion, this kind of system is the example of companies, so many of them actually have the ability, but it is difficult to get a job. Quantity has always been the deciding factor rather than quality!” I nagged, to the Hero.

“Already, friend... this is not a problem.. we have to follow the system that applies... may have been outlined we must be different classes for a while, but I promise, next semester I'll do everything I can to get into IPA!” only then did I realize that Wira was no longer a child who was ignorant naudzubillah, but an open-minded teenager.

We headed to our respective classes, on the second floor. It was great to have class on the second floor. Fortunately my class and Wira were not far apart, only concrete walls became bulkheads, so I could meet him easily during breaks.

Maybe this is where the privilege of High School, when you can get to know new friends from diverse backgrounds, with different characters. The students brought their own color of thought, then met in a space and time called SMA, then when the colors were bright, formed gradation lines, like a rainbow. Haiss!

I can't imagine how Wira's expression was when I told her that I was Hanin's classmate, Ko A Kiong's daughter whom she loved. CIDAHA or Love In His Heart. Cieee... cieee.. cieee! Haiss, I can already imagine how the fate of Hanin will be. He must prepare mentally strong to face the intelligence of a Hero.

And it was proven on the first day. Here is the story :

After I told him that I was in class with Hanin, no doubt the Wira immediately met Hanin, picked roses that were deliberately planted in front of the school yard, then, in front of all my classmates, he said, The woman whose brain had been damaged by her love, gathered at the arrival of a Hanin, offered a rose, said in a romantic verse that she had not quoted from which book.

If the rose is me

If roses are a body

If roses are soul

If roses are love

Let it grow and bloom in your heart.

All the students who watched the drama cheered while clapping, cheering for Wira, supporting her struggle. There are also those who are whistling. Not a few people snickered him.

I clucked, amazed. Hanin was sculpting, her cheeks were red, her facial skin was pulled tight. Then he was angry, he snatched the rose stalk from the hand of the hero, then threw it into the trash. Hanin cursed in annoyance, leaving his devotee still in a row.

“Crazy you! Bring your love to the sea!” hanin Aspire.

Although it had to be rejected outright, in front of many people as well, Wira was not ashamed at all. He stood up, grinning like an innocent person, his haughty steps straddled the assortment of newly circumcised people. Waving hands to all students who cheered his failure, change an artisa to his fans. Oi that style! he considered the cheer that sounded sarcasm as a compliment, but nothing more than a curse. Haiss.

Because basically Wira is the face of the wall, do not want to lose by the circumstances, aka shameless, tomorrow he brings sunflowers and pots for Hanin. Hanin, who was definitely upset by the treatment of the Hero, directly threw the flower to the Hero, complete with a pot, of course. The head of the hero has a pot. I'm crammed.

I warned Wira to stop chasing Hanin, because I was sorry, every day she had to refuse. But, basically, Wira, he won't listen to my advice.

The next day after school, Wira immediately invited me to meet Ko A Kiong to apply for work at his shop. I know it's just Wira's wits so she can see Hanin often. A Kiong gave us a job, but not in his shop, but in the kitchen burning shell to make charcoal, in the back of his shop.

“Owee, owe... tomorrow you can be ready!”

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Not a great play of love. It's only natural that I say it as the most complicated constellation. You can turn it into anything. Fired up to float, fly, even touch the moon. No matter how hard the test is, no matter how wide the ocean is, no matter how steep the gap, once you come into contact with it, it's nothing. But, careful!

Just look at this friend of mine, then it doesn't make him deterred. Bathed in sweat our bodies in Ko A Kiong's charcoal-burning kitchen just for the sake of Hanin's sympathy. According to the theory of Hero, any girl will fall for a tough guy. And the tough guy is the one who wants to attack his skin with coconut shell coals. Oi Ama, if not for the ordination of the virginity, I have long since resigned from this very tiring work.

In the burning kitchen that was more like the hell of this world, I and Wira started working from 1pm to 10pm. Wages are good, fifty thousand but the risk, do not ask, if you can just a little psalm you can be a human being burned. You just imagine. After working on the charcoal burning I and Wira went straight home. Arriving at the boarding room which size is no more and no less than 3 by 4 meters, there is no mattress only pea-pea mat and one wooden cabinet, I immediately slumped. There is no long discussion. Studying is not possible. Kind of crumpled my bones I guess. But Wira, because of that crazy love, she was still able to stay up until midnight just to talk like a cool person with a piece of tissue given by Hanin at that time. Occasionally he turned to paintings of long-haired girls he painted himself with oil paint. Indeed, since knowing Hanin Wira became a great artist. Not only painting, he also became good at writing poetry. Especially love poems.

“Geek tissue, you know, I love her more than anything!” whispered the Hero to his knife.

The tissue replied, “I know!”

Then Wira said again, “According to you, should I join him?”

The tissue replied again, “Very fast!”

“Oh, you do understand my feelings the most!”

Then Wira turned to Hanin's painting with a rose tucked in her hair. Wira looked at Hanin's face that was smiling gently at her.

“Okaya Adindaku Hanin, do you know your smile is a spell that can bewitch anyone? Did you know that your pair of narrowed eyes is a universe that offers the comfort of a self? Oh...”

The painting was smiling, mute.

“Will you listen to the poem I made for you?” ask the rhetorical hero.

The painting stared at the intense Hero.

“Oh, how noble of your heart is my sister Hanin!” say the hero again.

I peek at it occasionally. I think my friend has really gone sane.

On the moon, for the sake of stars,

On the solar, for the sake of the blue of the day,

Your face is the swarga I dreamed of

Because I want love,

You are the space where this love grows

“Oi beautiful!”

And so on every night, until he is satisfied.

Wira once took me to a doll shop when we just received a week's wages from Ko A Kiong, bought her the largest dolphin doll to present to Hanin on her birthday, no matter what the week's wages are up.

A week later, Wira bought an acoustic guitar even though she didn't know how to play it, I asked her what she bought it for, he said he got word from Putri― my dear friend Hanin who often bribed Wira with a plate of meatballs for absurd information about Ko A Kiong's daughter―that Hanin admired people who are good at playing guitar.

Once again I had to sacrifice, every night I was asked to teach him to play guitar. It's just that I should be thankful that it doesn't take long for a hero to play guitar. Transformasiah Wira became a musician who did not escape with his guitar. To the place where he was burning his guitar. All of this he did for Hanin's sympathy. It can be said in this section Wira enslaves herself to the love of Hanin, I who got her.

And so, for all the anomalies created, for the sake of a dead burden I could no longer bear, I met Hanin, I found, I asked him why he did not want to be merciful to the Hero to accept his love even if only for a day. He said he had absolutely no feelings for the hero.

With a heavy heart, I told the news to Wira, but she did not believe it.

“Comrade's Oath, Hanin himself told me!” I said.

“Ah, I can't believe!”

“What are you not believing?” my many.

“What do you think Hanin gave me this tissue for, that day?” Hero, ask back.

“Yaa... Maybe he pityes you!” i assumed.

“Well that's it! if he pityes, then he loves me!”

“What does pity have to do with love?” my question, confused.

Wira smiles, then embraces me, “O my friend who does not understand anything about love, let me explain to you. You know, the root of pity is KA-SIH, two syllables, the root of pity, then plus the AN suffix, and do you know what that love means? that means love.. yes, love expressed in the most cryptic way!” Hero theorized.

Out of nowhere he explained the theory “cocoklogi” it.

“Understanding you, Friend?!” he added.

I sigh, it is difficult to realize people who have been lost in the game of love.

The next day, I asked Hanin about the tissue. Why did he offer the tissue to the Hero that day, so that it became a strong foundation of the theory of the Hero.

“Heh... The Bu Hamdana division tissue for all students taking the exam!” lang Hanin's.

“Then, why didn't I see Bu Hamdana share it that time?”

“Which I know, I just got that tissue from the student next to me!”

You're a hero, it's time you gave up....

Then, I explained to the Hero again about the tissue. But, basically Wira, he still did not want to take it for granted. For her, Hanin was her first love, and will always be so until she can conquer her heart. Even without the tissue he talks to every night, or whatever.

“Friends, that love needs to be fought for. and the struggle will not be beautiful without sacrifice. Hence, for my love, for my heart, even if it has to fall many times, I will keep fighting!” wira.

“Although it must be rejected many times?!”

“Ski!” Smiling hero.

“Although Hanin will never repay your love to death?”

“Walau!”

“Then what if it turns out that Hanin already belongs to someone else?”

“I'll still love him!”

“Although he's married?!” i'm affirming.

“Ya!” steady answer. Wira then sits next to me, “I will love Hanin anytime! No matter Hanin rejects me many times, or even he has chosen someone else.doesn't love, shouldn't it have to have?”.

I'm amazed. I'm enchanted. In the true meaning of those words it feels. If anyone deserves credit for the great struggle for love, wirah.

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*Ikutin continues its continuation.. don't forget to leave a trace yes...😁

**Notes :

footnote is in the first episode***.