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The better this little village. Led by his own son, he grew, rose up and lifted his wibaw. Although this red land is not much more beautiful than the coconut forests and the koili river line that divides its back with crocodiles it contains, The village where the growth of these jet-skinned farmers has a high fighting spirit. Like the ancestors who do not want to be uprooted by the invaders.

The three of us ran home from school. In each of our hands was clutched in a white envelope from the school. Student guardian invitation to attend graduation event next week. There is happiness and sadness at the same time. It feels good, after approximately six years, we can finally graduate also from Elementary School―hopefully we graduate―towards a higher education level. My heart also felt sad, recalling the small memories we had created during that time there. Chairs that had no idea how many times their legs were plastered with other wood, tables filled with absurd or deceitful images, teachers who were patient as angels passed on to our cunning, and our teachers who were at the level of angels, the mostly broken brooms in our calves. These are all wonderful memories that we deserve to remember.

From there, we did not go straight home. At this school, we have promised to look around the process of implementing the development of the Children of All Nations Junior High School, which will soon be the place where we study it.

Oi, our eyes twinkled staring at the concrete trees that were rained down on the ground that was once full of water bamboos. A group of laborers who pitted hammers with cast iron made us feel welcome. So sweet. The blue zinc roofs glittering there can bewitch, we were amazed. Three more months. Yes, three more months the SMP building will be inaugurated. Our thanks to the government who can bring a helping hand of the country called Germany who is sincere, giving us help in the form of a great building. Science company that became the history of the birth of intelligent scholars in this village later.

We can't wait to feel comfortable studying in the ceramic floor building.

“Someday I will lead the flag ceremony in the middle of that building,” Wira said. Not playing on my friend's dream.

“I will read the text of the law.” added me.

“I will guide the chorus hammer.” Melody won't lose.

From here, where we stand, our chests are deflated. There's something jolting in there. In that admiration, between the reality and the cross-rejection, watched by dozens of ox-bodied bull belonging to the Village Business, I, Wira, Wira, and Melodi was glued to our Junior High building which she said was soon finished. From there our introduction to Mr. Anwar. The person who will be our principal at All Nations Children's Junior High School will be.

After the procession of hands-kissing Mr. Anwar, the three of us were invited to sit in a wooden barrel in front of the half-finished school building. I look at Mr. Anwar's face carefully. I'm guessing she's a few years younger than Ama, I can prove from her pure white skin. His friendly smile expanded, his thick mustache that crossed the symbol of authority, and also the intelligent impression on the curve of his forehead. But don't look at his eyes for too long, sharply hitting the heart. Oi, I'm afraid of making it.

“What class are you guys in now?” asked Mr. Anwar to pay attention to our slum uniforms, except for Wira.

“Next week we pass, Sir.” Quickly the hero answered.

“Oh, good, later you can be the first alumni at SMP Anak All Nations.” Said Mr. Anwar.

My heart was tingled by the word; alumni, which Mr. Anwar spoke. Not playing cool that word I heard. Like the name of precious stones are expensive and there is only in the farthest part of the earth from this village. Amazingly.

Not much we heard from Mr. Anwar, just a large budget of 1.2 Billion allocated by the German government to build the Children of All Nations Junior High School. What a fantastic number. The rest, Mr. Anwar only told about the completeness of the school library which he said was filled with textbooks, and again the laboratory was equipped with a microscope, and again, a research tool with extraordinary magnifying glasses that can be used to see even bacteria. For a while, I imagined the magic tool was like an eighteen-wheeled car rearview mirror that was the size of a glass table in the living room of the House of Wira.

Next to Mr. Anwar, we say goodbye. At the pitch fork, we parted ways with Melodi, the stocky girl who had the heart to deceive me, her friend, during the improvised incident that night, not playing with us today, she said, he said he had to help Inanya who was pregnant at home. We understand, Melodi is a child who is very helpful to his parents. While I followed Wira to her house. I asked Ama for permission to go home later this afternoon.

After lunch at his house, Wira took me to the koili river, picking tamenta―ah what the name of this plant is in KBBI and according to the spelling that has been perfected. Many of these plants are found on the river bank. Growing lush, the leaves are like mangrove leaves, the tree trunk is soft, the fruit is round with a pentagram-shaped fruit cap, the flesh is filled with seeds― similar to the dragon fruit―tanya sour, the fruit is, but make addictive if eaten with sambal terasi. Oi, I can't help imagining it.

Me and Wira prepare the equipment; machetes, canine bags, and bamboo stones for sago beetles, later. Then we went to Hamdi's house, borrowed Amanya's boat. From the back of Hamdi's house just a few meters from the lips of the koili tributary, we rowed. Every now and then I pass a glance to comb the edges of the river overgrown with a stretch of water cane and towering catapult trees. The protected parrot was roaring there, forming a nest in the tree trunk. Sometimes we smile when we find birds flying stumbling on the bamboo stretch of water. When our eyes found the lake ducks bathing in the koili creek, we shouted, startling, making the herd of brown-skinned ducks fly at high latitude. How beautiful nature is my village. Instantly sticking out in my head the words of the Hero that night.

“You remember, friends.. These times will be a time that we miss so much in other days, later.” (Copy+paste)

The hero who was in charge of being the driver, immediately directed the boat to the edge after we managed to cross the mother river koili. I jumped straight to the edge, my boat rope tied to the tamenta tree that jutted into the river. Not to play surprised I saw a batik snake (paddy snake; python) the size of my calf was coiling in front of me, his head was bent immune, his eyes were sharp looking at me, his snout was slightly open letting out a great hiss sign that he felt threatened, making me even more nervous. I could not help my fear, I immediately shouted.

“ULAAARR... ULAARRR.

Surprisingly, like being hypnotized, despite screaming as hard as I could, I could not move my body, my legs felt heavy to run away. This is where I know the greatness of the Hero, my friend was always able to protect me in his way. No matter how scary the dangers that are in the way, the Hero always stands at the forefront to protect his best friend. Tangkas Wira jumped to my side, pushed my body a little backward, then pulled the machete from the sheath, then with full rigor slammed the machete into the body of the batik snake while cursing.

“MATI YOU!”

First lacing.

“MAMPUS YOU!”

Twice the blow.

“GO TO HELL!”

Not that poor snake. My mixed feelings saw blood sticking out of his slippery body that had already turned into three parts. My chest is still shaking.

“You all right, buddy?” ask the Hero, gasping, like a man who has been chased by a mad dog. The anger is still strong.

“It's okay.” I replied, still looking at the snake's body piece.

“Note your step, friend, here are indeed many snakes.” Hero reminded.

I'm nodding.

Lucky for us this afternoon, many ripe tamenta fruit that fell. No need to bother us to throw it with a wooden branch, or at least climb it, the dog bag we brought was full. Some of our fruits ate there, watching the black monkeys hanging on the shafts of tamenta trees. Sometimes the hero mocks the monkeys by wagging their buttocks or sticking their tongues at them. Not playing angry monkeys, they yelled yelling while shaking branches tamenta tree. The heroes pelted them with tamenta fruit, they scattered, ran cross-hairs. Seeing the monkey's reaction, Wira and I laughed.

From there, we rowed the boat again towards the sago tree that grew not too far from where we took the tamenta fruit. Because against the current, me and Wira were stumbling. Moreover, the sun is getting hot biting. But it's okay, of course there are still heroes who can entertain. In addition to friends who can defend me anytime and anywhere―jiaah―Wira is a person who is good at entertaining. Despite his troublemaking habits, he is very good at singing. His voice was high, I never heard a false one. Although stupid is unequaled in terms of lessons, Hero's taste in music is quite high in class. He likes to listen to the songs of Elvis Presley, The Beatles, and Metallica—band west who like to bark. I really want to protest with his musical taste. But it is not a problem, at least of all the western songs he memorized, there is one song that my heart is always comfortable when hearing it. She Is Gone from Steel Heart. Not playing the great song, his tone was high swooping, if I imitate it, could-can break my neck veins one by one. But for Wira, the song is easy. His high tone is not to make the red face of the hero. I asked him to sing it.

Moments later, Wira cleared her throat, drinking clear river water to expel the dryness in her throat. Then he gets ready. My heart is impatient.

She is gone, out of my life

I was wrong

I’m to blame

I was so untrue

I can’t leave without her love....

I am cold my heart hears it. I closed my eyes tightly, no more paddling, the little boat had now turned into a big ship ready to carry me wherever I went. The river immediately turned blue, unlike the high sea. His ripples were the sweep of the waves. The wind rustled coldly, covering my puffy body in delusion.

And when the song came to its final note, I stood up and spread out my hands. The woman screamed behind me.

Forgive me, girl....

My head looked up following the sound of the rising Hero. My body tilted to the right, styled like a musician on stage. Then I felt my body drift, long in the air, as if time were instantly stagnant.

THE PLAQUE! My breath's congested. And when I woke up, I found my body already in the water of the koili river. No longer on the boat.

“Hahahaha... funny you, man.” My wife was laughing at me.

I was remembering what exactly happened, so I suddenly got soaked like this. Thinking of having a thought, it turns out that when the hero starts to shout a high note, I tilt my body to compensate for the voice of Wira like a fan who mimics his favorite singer. Unable to compensate, the small boat we boarded was forced to throw me into the river. Oh, beware guys, a delusion too high can turn into a disaster. That's the lesson I learned from this incident.

I swam closer to the boat, the Hero was still spinning. I'm upset, but I don't know who to blame.

“Oi, man..fresh also I see you, out of the shower. Hahahaha.”

In my heart I curse the Hero, may he choke on his own saliva. Irritated, I opened my clothes that had been covered, I squeezed them, and I spread them on the body of the boat.

“How, is there?” my question, keep banging.

“There, couple!” said. He immediately caught the beetle and put it in a stone bamboo tube that he tied around his waist.

“Ya already, it's enough.” I said, while watching the Hero that was sliding fast from the top of the tree. “Yuk, we go home.” Take me.

“Don't first, Friend.” Said. “One more.... this is not enough.”

I'm confused, “You mean? Just the two of us, a pair is enough!” strange is this my friend.

“One more!” The hero remains forced.

“Whose other one is for whom? Mr Rano Karno?!” I was upset too, arguing with him.

“Not, but for Melody!” oi, oi, my friend's true concern is the same melody.

“Do you bring sago beetles for Melody? She's a girl, you think she likes sago beetles? Throw the beetle later until ******!”

“As far as he wants what this beetle will be, which surely we also have to bring one for him. He's our friend too, Uti!”

Hearing Wira insist on bringing sago beetles to Melodi, I became suspicious.

“Why are you so concerned about Melodies? You like her?” shoot me.

Wira's face flushed, “Heh, be careful when you speak! you accuse me like that. Melody is our friend... You don't remember, he used to spread corn for us? Don't you remember he always makes us drinks every time he goes to his house?” I just saw Wira talking so hard to me, “Don't you..don't accuse me of being that cruel....tell me - I'll never forget the merits of a friend, no matter how small it is!” wira at the end of his speech.

I was stunned, unable to argue anymore. The hero is right, however a friend is a friend. His likes should be felt together.

“Sorry, Friend. I thought you liked Melodi.” I'm lethargic.

“Don't fuck you, nobody in my dictionary is in love with a friend! Catch that!”

Hearing her stress, I no longer dared to offend her. I've never heard a Wira mention anything about falling or love, unless she's serious. He meant it this time.

Arguably; two quickly caught, one hard in the can. I don't know how many sago trees we came to, but we didn't get a beetle. Until my arm aches around the tree with a machete, until the blood-red Virgins climb up.

“How about this, buddy? It seems that there are no sago beetles here!” I said, desperate.

“Sabar, my friend, we haven't climbed all these sago trees. It must be on one of them!” strong is true determination of a Hero. It does not fall by circumstances.

At the request of the Hero, we immediately went to the largest and highest towering sago tree. I was nervous to see Wira climbing it. If it fell from such a height, it must have been my friend suffered a broken bone.

“Be careful of you, Uti!”

“Yes, you hit the tree harder!” The hero shouted from up there.

I took a wooden branch the size of my calf. With both hands, I smashed the wooden branch into the sago tree. My strength. Until the broken branch was cubic.

“How, is there?” my many.

“There!” reply Hero. “Another pair, Friends!”

Heart relieved. It also feels tired to hit the sago tree with wood. I'm sweating on my face. The hero glided from the top of the tree endlessly grinning. Glad his heart is right.

“Those pair are big size..This is for us, let that small one be for Melody!” said Wira eagerly.

Sago beetles have been obtained, tamenta fruit one keranjing in the boat, me and Wira immediately move. Go home.

Unlike earlier, our boat glided faster with the current. No need to paddle, just direct it. I don't want to tell Wira to sing anymore. Scared, the incident of free gliding in the koili river repeated again.

The hero eats tamenta fruit while occasionally paddling directing the boat towards the koili tributary. I whistle. Mimicking the tone of Zakiah's song, of course fals is heard even by whistling. Our boat continued to enter through the river lips overgrown with water bamboo earlier. Only about twenty meters from the mouth of our riverboat ran aground. The water receded so fast. We were forced to push the boat we had borrowed from Amanya Hamdi to the back of her house. Tired too, pushing the boat that far.

Me and Wira immediately rushed to Melodi's house. Give him some tamenta. Pleased Aunt Anita, Inanya Melodi, has long wanted to eat tamenta fruit and sambal terasi. But what astonished me half to death, was the Melody who was tiptoed in excitement when Wira gave her a pair of sago beetles.

The stocky girl, our friend, ran straight inside to pick up the thread. Tied it up the sago beetle, then threw it into the air. The beetle flew around him. Melody cheers cheerfully playing with her song beetle.

To Melodi and Inanya, we both paid our respects. On the road, Wira confirmed his conjecture.

“What I said, Friend. Not all girls hate sago beetles. Not for Melody!” said, proud.

I just nod. Besides I remember, Wira never said anything like that before.

As it was getting late, I went straight home. Wira distributed a bag of tamenta fruit to me, and of course the largest sago beetle. He said he deliberately gave me the biggest one, because I fell out of the boat. Strangely true reason my friend.

Maghrib I almost got home. No matter how tired I felt when I climbed earlier, I immediately ran to find Ama. I know Ama is very happy with the tamenta fruit. Moreover, if made sambal terasi, saliva can drip made. It's nothing, the sour taste of the tamenta fruit will explode in your mouth when combined with the rice sauce. Maknyoss, said. Also, not only that, I can't wait to give the invitation letter from the teacher to Ama. Surely he was happy.

Ama had just returned from the corn field, hoeing the soil for sowing new seedlings again. I showed him the tamenta fruit I brought. He smiles.

“Oi, so much!” said.

I was happy, seeing Ama's expression, impatiently wanting to make it.

While eating some tamenta, I gave the invitation letter to him. Her face read the contents of the invitation letter. Hugged me strong. Kissed repeatedly.

“It doesn't feel like you've reached this point!” said it.

But then, the fear suddenly lifted. Slowly big writing “NOT PASS” play on my mind. It grieved my heart when next week, reality betrayed the happiness I saw on Ama's face today.

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