NADIRS
Nadir ~ Deg - Deg
As the first students at SMP Anak All Nations, we had to hitch a ride in the study room at SD Harapan, for a while, for several months. Because the SMP building has not been completed everything.
Not happy we, can get acquainted with new friends from neighboring villages such as Batuilo Village and Bambalaga― really die, it is really the name of the village in Ogodeide District, if you do not believe try to check.
You could say, for the size of a new school, quite a lot of fans of Children's Middle School All Nations in its first year. Forty people. Imagine how much it was for us this Village child.In fact, due to the large number of students who enrolled, we were forced to split into two classes. It feels great to be in class A. Like you received the announcement of champion one at the class upgrade. Wira and Melodi also expressed pride to be in class A, although the actual predicate of a room can not be used as an indicator of one's intelligence.
Not only a luxurious room with a ceramic floor, new friends, which makes us happy not to kepalang, Junior High School of All Nations, as said Mr. Anwar, our principal the other day, as said, the facilities and infrastructure supporting the pursuit are fairly complete. Library books are stacked full in five wooden cabinets, and sports props are complete, not play.
If in SD Harapan first, the character of our furthest sports is swimming in the koili river, running sacks, climbing betel, or at least playing casti and marbles in the narrow school yard, which is very small, in Junior High School Children of All Nations this is another story. Not to mention the forms of facilities that we have, for soccer props only, this Junior High School has twenty, for example, not to mention the other balls from the smallest to the largest each in the tens. Just imagine how amazing our Junior High is, man. Not only that, which impressed us even more, if all this time the most sophisticated electronic devices that we have ever known only limited to radio, tape recorders, and TV, and, at this school we were able to see super smart sophisticated electronic devices that I recently knew about computers. Oi, that's great.
Moreover, in this Junior High School we are also introduced to dozens of great teachers who come from the city, except for our vice principal who is none other than; sister Cantika, mr. Kades's daughter. They are great, they are competent, and they are professional. You need to know too, said; competent and professional I got from those great teachers. Proud to meet the heroes who did not expect the service mark.
Then, yesterday while attending the inauguration of the Children of All Nations Junior High School building, we got happy news from Melodi. Inanya gave birth to a boy safely, of course with the help of Sando¹² village, Beke¹³ Indo―swear his name is really as simple as that, without the frills of the queen, siti, nur, or princess. We can guess the melody's happiness from his explosive way of talking about the younger brother he gave the name Moh. Alfaridhi. That's a great name I heard. We asked him to come see his new sister. But I and Wira, for reasons and other things, could come to visit, a week later.
It is our custom that the people of the remote village, every time they visit the baby, must bring something for him. Be it food, money, clothes, or other things that we sincerely give it. It's nothing, the people of remote villages like us believe by giving gifts to the baby, the recovery will be smooth. Although there has been no concrete evidence of the results of that belief until now, except for Mr. Cantika's daughter Pak Kades who is now a scholar, and his brother Wira who became a soldier.
Like today, after returning home from our new school, Junior High School of All Nations, I and the Hero went to visit Moh. Alfaridzi, Melodi's sister. Wira brought him a plastic ball, I gave him a book and a pen that I wrapped in old newspapers.
We put our giving objects next to the innocent little baby who did not stop crying, asking for breastfeeding.
“May you be a great footballer who can raise the name of our village, Uti.” As soon as Wira conveys her hope to the baby. As for me, I can only say everything in my heart. While smiling, looking at Aunt Anita's face, I hope the baby will be able to boast of both parents. Looks like my ideals I channeled to her that afternoon. Amen, amen, amen.
While in the corner of the room, I saw Beke Indo chewing betel while smiling, revealing porous teeth that had blackened, concentrated due to betel stains. He was quiet, not talking much. The best response for a person who reprimands him is just his typical grin. That is the representation of a famous Sando sakti titled Beke Indo.
But, don't you doubt its prowess. He is Sando village which is very powerful. Without advanced tools, X-rays, or gender detection devices though, Beke Indo can find out the sex of the baby in the womb just by touching the stomach of the Ina. With his palms that numb also he can guarantee the baby is healthy or not, born normal or breech. As if in the palm of his hand was an X ray scanner, an advanced tool that could penetrate anything.
I suspect, with the palm of his hand, Beke Indo can read the contents of one's heart and mind. His thick palm, it could also be said to be like radar. A great detector you won't find anywhere in the world. Only in this Buga Village. The one and only. A rare creature that God told to help the safety of a baby or Inanya. Can treat a thousand and one kinds of diseases, even find lost objects. Again, all of that with just his palm.
I rarely hear Beke Indo fail in every operation he does. Even according to Ama's story, when she helped deliver Inaku. After touching Ina's stomach, Beke Indo immediately told them, if at the delivery process that night, there must be a pounded. Whether the baby is conceived, that is me, or the driver who is none other than Inaku. After going through a difficult discussion process between Ina and Ama, until Amaku had sulked, my decision to be saved fell. Not this great Beke Indo?
And you need to know also, at certain times, Beke Indo can evolve into a fortune teller.
“Here you are, Uti!” Beke Indo looked at me while grinning.
“Yes, you're Kahar's son, aren't you?”
I'm nodding.
“Let's you a minute!” said. I approached him directly.
Beke Indo continued to grin, looking at me intensely as I sat in front of him. From this Beke Indo, I just mafhum, it turns out that bad breath can be a weapon of mass destruction, not playing the aroma of tobacco mixed with terasi sambal that comes out of his mouth, I was stuck in his making. My chest is tight, it hurts to the heart. It's completely inhumane the smell of this old man's mouth.
“Kelak, you will be a great man, Uti!” beke Indo. I coughed in front of him.
“You are the man flanked by death. Stairs of success you will climb easily. I can see it from here.” Beke Indo paused for a moment chewing the new betel. Giving me a chance to digest what it means, “But, behind your success, there will be sacrificed.
I really don't understand what that means. Hearing his greatness from the people of the village, seeing how he is highly respected and respected more than a Pak Kades though, honestly only this time I doubt his words. I don't want to believe what he said just now. For me, the future is a mysterious thing full of probabilities, no one can be sure.
I left his wide grin following the sharp smell of his mouth piercing through the heart to the heart with question marks. His words just now continued to echo in my head.
In the courtyard of our new, sprawling Junior High School, I asked about the words Beke Indo had to say to Melodi and Wira as we played sago beetles.
“Do not think of the old man's words, Uti. People, as good as anything, must have made mistakes. Do you remember that proverb? A jumping squirrel would fall to the ground anyway. So don't worry!” Calming hero.
“That bill, Uti... I believe in horoscopes, but do not believe in divination!” connect Melodi.
Me and Wira look at each other to hear the words Melodi.
“O my beautiful friend, do you not know that horoscope is one form of divination with a cooler name?!” I embrace Melodi's shoulder, her cheek is pink. We laughed.
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