NADIRS
Nadir ~ Unknown Number
The morning greeted us with a bright smile. Me and Wira, after performing the morning prayers, decided to exercise even if just running in the morning. Our holiday was beautiful this time. For some reason, me and Wira, from morning until noon this is very enthusiastic to do anything. Washing clothes, cooking, cleaning the boarding yard, collecting garbage, all of which we do while whistling or singing. Today my spirit is really at its best.
Yes at least, all those feelings occurred before the visit of Bang Akiat and Santo to the cost. After their presence, all the cheerfulness, attention, the spirit evaporated instantly from my body.
Ama's sick. So I heard from Bang Akiat when delivering a shipment of corn and ten liters of rice from the parents of Wira. I'm gamang. Ever since yesterday I've been thinking about Ama. I have dreamed it a few times. All of those feelings are signs.
If tomorrow was not even semester exam day, I would love to go home to see Ama. At times like this, I am the one he needs the most. Ama needs my presence beside her, to take care of her, even if it's just spying on her tired body, or make her melinjo leaf porridge like Melodi made the other day.
“I want to go home now, Wir,” I said, as I and Wira, were sitting in the room.
“Lah, why? Forgot you that tomorrow is an even semester exam?!” Hero reminded.
“I remember, Friend. But, not until my heart let Ama herself at home in a state of pain..” somehow, my sentence just made my heart ache.
“Oi, don't you, man... You think Mangge Kahar will be cured if you hear you don't take part in the even semester?” ask the rhetorical hero, while shaking his own head, “No, buddy! Mangge will be disappointed in you.. And you know what disappointment means to a sick person?” The hero shook his head again.
“As a result can be fatal, Friend!” firmly Wira, “Fatal once!”
I sighed heavily hearing the words Wira, “Then, what should I do?”
Wira stepped closer to where I was sitting, grabbing my shoulder like romantic scenes in my movies― shudder.
“Patience, Friend. Just a week.yeah another week we are here, after that I promise whatever happens, I will meet you with Amamu!”
Hearing the words of the Hero, I calmed down a little. After all, what he said had a point. Ama would be very disappointed in me, if she knew I was sacrificing my semester break. I don't want Ama to be disappointed.
Oi Ama, I'm sorry I couldn't be by your side when you needed to.
Ever since I received the news about Ama this afternoon, after performing the maghrib prayer, I was immediately alone behind the cost, hoping to find calm in the ripples of the waves that swept the beach, there. The sea breeze tonight is blowing louder than ever before. Makes my body even colder when playing memory of Ama.
I remember when I was a kid, Ama always raised me on her shoulders. Pampering me. Take me down the hill, carry me around the fields, almost every day without ever complaining, without ever saying tired. When the rain came Ama invited me to play around under him, chasing, rolling on the wet ground, until it was soaked, until our bodies were full of mud. When the drought came, Ama made me a kite, taught me how to fly it. And when night came, Ama taught me how to cherish the moon, to indulge the stars, until the night sky became beautiful in its metaphorical expressions. Ama is capable. Multitalented. He never ran out of stuff when we were about to go to sleep. Let alone the birds or the sun, the legs of the table can be transformed into a slick story. Imagine that! until I'm sound in his arms. Ama is the best parent and little friend ever.
He is a great man who can always hide his pain with a smile. He is an angel who always meets my needs without ever getting bored. He is Ina and Amaku. I can say, the figure of Ama is “surga”nya human. Best. Best is the best.
I saw Ama looking at me among the waves that pulled over to the beach. His eyes were staring at me from a distance. He was swept away by the current. There was deep pain on his face. The pain that can stab to the top of my heart, but, he can still smile. I moaned. Oh Ama, I miss you.
As it got colder, I went back to the room, I took the kakacapi ondong that I hung on the wall. I sing a song that Ama often sings. Hindu Seduce. Although the weight of my voice sings, my heart still grieves. Drowning in the longing depth that the song depicts in its temple. Until I cry. In fact, the Hero who had been watching me silently ever since was crying. Indeed, in our entire lives, only this time we were separated from our parents until months did not meet.
Wira got up, approached me in the corner of the room. Patted my shoulder.
“Prophet Friends, after the semester we will go home a few days. I miss Ama-Ina too!”
“We must routinely learn smart questions carefully later. I don't want our group to fail.We are carrying the name of the school, we have to show other schools that, this Great Generation High School is indeed great, as the name suggests!” firmly Hanin.
“Alright!” what a heartless speech.
At kos, I asked the opinion of Wira that I want to resign from the intelligent group carefully. I hope he supports my decision. But for nothing, I forgot that this meticulously intelligent group was led by the little-eyed girl of his tribe who made him feel good with just one touch.
“Do not Friends!” wira protest, “If you resign, the school will be disappointed, it can also be as good as the name of the school as this Great Generation High School, so you have to fight. Okay!” The hero smiled, cheered.
What he said was true, but actually the intention and purpose of the Hero was not pure as he said. I know, Wira asked me to stay in this meticulously intelligent group because of Hanin. So that, he had a new reason to meet Hanin. I understand the contents of the smooth head of the Hero.
There is still half a month left before the semester break arrives. During that my days are no more beautiful than just; room kos – school - room kos again – Hanin house to learn group smart careful preparation – room kos again. Just like that, until the day “H” smart meticulously it arrived. And did you know, during this process of careful intelligent preparation, every night the Hero stood by me, like a Father to his son. When Hanin asked me to study together at the library, Wira came along. When Hanin requires to study groups at his house every night, Wira does not miss. Until I go to the WC, Wira doesn't want to be far.
“I'm going to have a bowel movement, man!”
Hero, waiting in front of the WC door while pinning his nose.
Hero made me a scapegoat just to meet Hanin. Bukupun made excuses. I want to borrow the book, I told him to return the book he said I borrowed, even he could tell me to pretend to be sick and then told Hanin I asked him to study the night held in our boarding house only. And so, throughout our group's study that night, Wira hugged her guitar, singing a song she had specially created for Hanin. Perhaps because Wira is not sincerely singing it but wants to get praise―harenya rough language; riya―notnya melodious, the voice of Wira sounds like the howling of a dog. Long, bitter and creepy howling. Similar effects instruments in the film Victims of Hit-and-Run Rise From the Grave. Cruel.
Oh... Ouooo's... My love for you is as big as the blue sky....
THE PLAQUE!
A 350-page package book landed right on Wira's head.
“Whisper you!” snapped Hanin.
Hero, grinning.
*follow the continuation of the story.don't forget to give criticism and suggestions, so that Author can correct the error.
**Notes :
footnote is in the first episode***
