NADIRS

Nadir ~ Exploded

My heart is getting restless. It has been more than a week since Bang Akiat reported, I have never heard from Ama again. Has he healed? Or. oh, my heart aches to imagine Ama lying weakly on her bed. By ourselves. Really, I'd love to go home soon, see Ama.

“What are you worried about, man?” said Wira, sitting next to me. In the bamboo bale behind the kos.

“Amaku's. Somehow it's doing now.”

“Sabar, Friends..may our parents always be given a lifetime.”.

“Amin.” My voice was drowned by the wind.

Our eyes glared at the shady sea back that night. His beer has turned into a stretch of soot. Only the ripples showed flickering glitter by the lights of the city, when the wind blew louder. I see the stars have vanished in the clouds. The night would really be completely pitch black if the electric lights in all corners of the city were to go out instantly. When the thunderbolt, forming streaks of electric flashes in the dark arches of the sky, I realized, the middle of the world was in the news that; soon my whole city would be wet.

“Tomorrow H day smart meticulous it, right?” ask Wira.

“Iya.” I'm nodding. “If you're honest, I doubt that I can give my best for our school tomorrow.”

“Why do you hesitate?”

“I don't know, man.. I don't think I'm ready to take part in this race.”.

“What's it because, Amamu?” ask the hero again.

I didn't answer.

“If it is because of that, I promise, I will take your Amamu to attend the event, tomorrow! But you also have to promise to win that race!” Wira asserted, “So, you should prepare yourself for tomorrow.Prove to everyone that this village boy like us can also win the competition... make me proud as your friend and Amamu he doesn't get tired of encouraging me.

I sighed, hearing the words of the Hero. Actually, my friend is better suited to be a motivator. But sorry, those words did not lessen my horror at all. I know he said so just to comfort me, nothing more.

“Thanks for your efforts, Friend.” I pat Wira's shoulder with a wry smile, then I leave her alone there.

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I woke up at dawn, just as Adzan was reverberating. I was surprised, the tumben so early that Wira was no longer in the room. Where's she? I looked in the public bathroom, maybe she wanted to pray with me, but I didn't find any girl there. I'm looking for him on the Wc, and there's nothing. Let me explore the backyard kos, same result. Niente. Ah, maybe he's got some business elsewhere.

After the prayer I was still agitated over the sudden disappearance of Wira. I asked Mr. Hamal the garbage collector at our boarding complex, he said he had not seen Wira since last month because he took the garbage in our compound once a month. I asked Ms. Rugayyah, the owner of KOPASUS (Special Milk Coffee), she only showed me the list of Wira bonds.

“This one also has not been paid.. if totaled, all sixty thousand.” Miss Rugayyah.

“Iya Ma'am, I'll take you to Wira.... assalamualaikum!” I quickly left. Not playing this hero.it turns out that all this time he has always practiced me and other friends including Hanin at KOPASUS stalls it is just debt capital.

I've been looking for a girl everywhere but I haven't found her either. I went to the places we used to go together, there were none. Where'd he go? On the road I met a madman back then, for the sake of not wasting the possibility, hesitating I asked.

“Hmm... Brother didn't see my kinky friend?”

The madman smiled. I think he must know something, crazy people are sometimes surprising. So, as I had expected before, instead of giving a description of the Hero, the madman answered me with the metaphorical phrase, “All that happens on this earth is a secret... there is a big plan behind it. Next you will find small surprises from the plan...”.

The madman was still shouting out his words, I immediately left him.

Full of question marks, I went back to the boarding house. I remember what happened last night. There's nothing special. Or maybe. ah already.

Until Hanin came to pick me up on his matic motorbike to go together to Cokroaminoto High School which is hosting O SMAS activities this year, Wira did not even see the trunk of his nose. I had to leave first. I left the Hero who knows where he is now. All my life with Wira, this was only the first time I left her. Before leaving, I wrote him a letter that I had gone first with Hanin.

“Where is your crazy friend?” ask Hanin. It seems he also lost his hero.

“Who?” i'm faking.

“It... si Wira!” even to mention the name of Wira alone, Hanin thought long.

“There's a wind did you ask about the hero? You miss her?” godaku's.

“Haiss... It's just you!” hanin's cheeks are red, “Normally she's always with you.”

“I don't know where he is, since dawn I haven't seen him.”

“Oh.”

Since the meticulous intelligent activities only started at 10, Hanin, and other friends from the Great Generation High School gathered on the takraw field, watching the final match between the host and our school. We cheered cheering, not to lose to the hosts. I was amazed to see that match. Not great play, when Spiker each team jumps up and down like flying in the air, then in a short time lag they rotate, fold, the body is so beautiful in the air. Salto face, salto back, somersaults, and whatever it is beautiful not play. I think I'm watching sports and acrobatics at once. Me and Wira used to do a back salto like that, but on the koili river. If asked to do it on a concrete floor like the Spiker takraw did, let in salary plus wages I do not want. The risk is too great. Could have broken your head.

I started to tingle as we gathered in the hall of the Cokroaminoto High School building to make preparations. I noticed that among the supporters' circles in the hall, I did not find any heroes there. For some reason, I suddenly felt my confidence evaporate slowly. The problem of the many competitions that I have participated in, not once did Wira escape to encourage me. Usually at times like this he is the one who screams the loudest and glorifies my name. But today he's invisible.. Is he mad at me? Or. oh.

Hanin directly pulled me towards the participant table.

“You why? I see you're really nervous today.. Just relax don't be nervous!”.

“Iya.” I answered while continuing to pay attention to the crowd of supporters.

“Where are you, my friend...” Inner.

Until the first round is over, Wira will not be seen. There I just realized, if the loss of the closest person can affect the mental someone. Just like me, because my concern for a Hero that doesn't seem to make me nervous. As a result, the trigonometry that I was supposed to be able to do out of my head I couldn't answer correctly. We missed points. Based on the accumulation of points in the first round we are fourth. Far away from the host.

“You why?” ask Hanin, “You should be able to do all those things well, you're the best in class when it comes to mate-matika? Is something bothering you?”

“I don't know, Nin, somehow I can't concentrate.

“Oh, so because of Wira?! Already Dir do not have to think too much, soon the Hero must also come. Maybe he has other business, if it is a little wrong, we can lack numbers. You do not want if our school loses just because you do not concentrate!” Hanin try to calm down, “I believe in the same ability you.. So you also have to believe in your own abilities.”.

Hearing Hanin's words just now, it felt like I found the figure of the Hero in this eye-glassing girl.

“Alright, God willing, next I will try better again.”

The second round has begun. I calculate the result of accumulated points, we are 60 points behind the leader of the standings, namely the host. It means I have to try my best to catch up if I want to get the highest points. There can be no mistake.

And so, suddenly the entire face inside the hall was flabbergasted as a motor roared violently, similar to the sound of a wood-cutter sensor, approaching the hall. The motor splits the silence, presenting a thousand questions. What the hell is going on out there?

Shine my eyes as the rusty silver Honda CB 200 rattled in through the hall door. Two groups of students there. Oi, again his cleverness fascinated me.

The hero grinned as he waved beside the 200 CB motor he had somehow borrowed from nowhere.

“EXCITE FRIENDS!” shouted the Hero, clenching his fists to the ceiling.

Growing happy I saw a great figure coming down from the back seat of the bike. A man in the appearance of a village cowboy, with rusty flip-flops, a curvy smile, and cracked nostrils. He's Amaku. He was healthy, apparently. Turns out Wira kept her promise last night. I can't believe I'm really dead I don't want to believe it. But what I want to deny, the evidence is in plain sight.

The magic hero pulled Amaku by the hand, approaching the jury table. Introducing Amaku to them, which he really didn't need to do because the councils wouldn't care about the hick-looking cowboy.

“Santun... I Amanya Nadir!” ama said as she shook the hand of a confused jury half-dead.

To the jury and the organizing committee who had been willing to expel him for causing a commotion, Ama asked permission to speak with me. Of course, the committee did not allow, even though the half-dead Wira gave understanding. Seeing that opportunity, I immediately jumped towards Ama. I hugged his body tightly. Lollering my tears.

“I think you're still sick, Ama!” my peek.

“Shouldn't need you to worry too much, Ama.

I hugged the body of the Hero then.

“Thank you, man, you are the best!”

“I've kept my promise... Now it's your turn, man!”

Some of those who watched the drama were moved, but not a few were annoyed by the actions of Wira and Ama with his Honda CB 200, including the committee. Forced Wira and Amaku to be brought by the committee to the corner of the room. They are carefully escorted, just in case they act non-no and interfere with the course of the event.

“You see, he's already fighting for you. so you have to prove it.. Make them proud!” whispered Hanin, cheering.

I smiled, “It's not just me fighting here, you too, buddy!”

The hero is already there, Amaku was smiling sweetly in the corner there, moreover I see Ama is much fitter. My confidence is back completely, even over. The questions that the grand jury conducted in the second round I swallowed raw. So did Hanin, as a girl who aspired to become a doctor, biology questions he answered without any mistakes.

As a result―demi make this novel full of happiness―based on accumulated points in the first round and in this second round, came out the name of Great Generation High School as a winner with a total of 1,300 points, forty points higher than the hosts who earned 1,260 points. That is, the rotating trophy Smart Cermat MIPA O SMAS se-kabupaten Tolitoli is still held by my school.

When the announcement of the champion was conveyed by the jury, an atmosphere broke in the hall. Gegap. All supporters chanted the name Great Generation High School. The hero seized the TOA from the committee, then handed it to Amaku.

“She's son... That great nadir..he's a champion, you know!” ama said before the TOA was seized again by the committee.

There was no sense of pride that exploded in my chest, as the grand jury held a gold medal around my neck.

“Congratulations!” Mr. Drs. Musafir, hand me the charter of appreciation.

“Thanks, Sir!” my spoken.

Hanin was also no less happy, I could see all that in her wet eyelids. He was overwhelmed by this victory. It was not in vain that we struggled for weeks with books.

Who says excessive happiness can give birth to sadness? Precisely what happened at this time on the contrary, I am glad not to play when Hanin who had lost her sanity embraced Wira who came to congratulate her. Wira almost fainted in the face of that reality. After all this time received a raw rejection from Hanin, the lady of his clan, not once did he dare to think of being embraced by a Hanin so tightly. In front of a lot of people. The clothes he wore that day will be revealed.

I let Wira feel the comfort of Hanin's arms lingering. Rarely did my friend get a moment like this. I'm approaching Ama. The old man kept smiling at me.

“You are indeed a pride, Ama!” said it. I'm moved. He immediately hugged me, kissed my forehead so deeply, “I'll tell the village people...” he said.

Kubalas arms Ama. I'm crying again my tears. I happy. I held the gold medal around Ama's neck. He deserves it. She is the best Ama ever.

“Thanks Ama!” my whiskey.

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After the blissful activity, I and Wira invited Ama to see our costs. Unceasingly Ama stared at the medallion that I was hooking around her neck. All his life, such an object could only be seen in movies or in sports column newspapers.

At the cost, I asked Wira, where did he get that rusty 200 Honda CB.

“I rented it from Mr. Munir. You remember that Bank BIS security guard, buddy?”

“Yes I remember! Thank you, friend... You are the best!”

“Ah, there is no need for you to say that, it is I who thank you.. If not for you, I could never have gotten Hanin's embrace. Oh, lovely!”

“Ciee... Cieee...”.

At the same time, Wira drove Ama back to the village. I've tried to hold him back, while waiting for the receipt of the report card in three days. But Ama still wants to go home, no one is keeping the corn in the fields. With a heavy heart, I let Ama go home.

“Be careful on the road!”

“Iya. Take it easy, fellas!”

“Don't forget, send my regards to Ama-Inamu.”

“Definitely!”

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Notes :

Footnotes are in the first episode