Respect Movement
Accepting Defeat
“We go home, turn on the car!” said Misya Kak straightforwardly.
We went home that same moment. Coming home with a second-place finish and one inappropriate anger and disappointment and to be grateful for.
“I know for sure brother disappointed because champion two right?” He's speechless. His eyes glared at me through the windshield.
“Kak, want any champion, brother must be sincere, must accept with chest roomy.”
He took a breath, “Kakak is not sure how big brother looks like, so brother was disappointed.”
He wiped his tears. There was frustration and hope there, as the water droplets fell down the cheeks.
“Starting from the beginning big brother is very sure Galung, big brother is very confident once.”
"Cin, forgive ike both yes, this time we can not win one.”
"Already, quiet! from the beginning I was tired of seeing you two!” misha is full of emotions.
The two of them then fell silent and were afraid that Misya was angry.
Setiba at his management house. Two of his colleagues went down. He also opened the car glass and then threw the newly obtained charter from the contest, “Thank you both,” he said.
“What the fuck is Kak.”
His eyes are looking at me sharply. It's very sad. Her lips twitched wanting to vent emotions. I got out of the car and took the trophy and the certificate. I'm surrendering to him. He refused.
“For what this is, no need!” said it.
I put down the trophy and the certificate was back-assigned.
Then we went home.
“Kakak 'do not appreciate the business of his own brother” said me high tone.
“What did you say?”
“You don't know about modeling, you shut up!” said Misya Kak loudly.
“Indeed Brother, I don't know anything. But I always appreciated anything. Not always, you are always champion one. But tonight's brother's champion two. Sister should accept it dong!”
“Oh... So you can't believe that your brother is champion one, what you don't see when you appear the jury whisper, there are two standing applause judges. That's still lacking?!”
I'm speechless. Focus on the quiet road.
“Great whatever sister. But a true winner would be willing to accept defeat.”
“Galung,” said. His eyes were watering badly.
He wiped.
“Juara one will be brought to Jakarta. Follow casting. Must be an artist,” he said straightforwardly.
I took a breath. I looked at him.
“That's what you regret Galung, if it's not because it's brother must be ordinary. Can be champion or not, no problem with brother. Precisely because it's Galung. Every model has a purpose to get there. Become a famous artist.”
He wiped his tears again.
“And one more, this contest is only once a year Galung. It is also not necessarily next year there is.”
“Oke Brother, I understand. My advice brother should be more patient, who knows next year it's his turn to be the winner.”
"What, next year? Please drive it, you don't know what I Fell."
Along the way we were silent. Turn on the radio to tear the silence. We got home, Mom waiting on the porch. Misya got out of the car and rushed into the house. Mama was astonished. I told Mama that Misya's sister is second. Mama's forehead is wrinkled."Owh. deserved, but!" Mama's chasing Misya's sister. The door to his room is locked. Mama knocked on the door, Misya said that she wanted to sleep.
That night the man who never loses, is defeated by his selfishness. Excessive self-confidence often makes a person forget who he is. She was crying all night. Mama is pensive in front of Kak Misya's room, “Ma, it's night, just sleep. Maybe tomorrow Misya's sister just wanted to talk to.”
"Mama can't sleep Galung, Mama is worried about Misya, Somehow-why she's in.”
Dad came out of the room, persuaded mama to go to sleep. I assured my mother that Misya would not do anything stupid. They both entered the room. Before going to bed I can text from Faris, “Lung tomorrow we meet at campus”, so it sounds. I reply, “Oke.”
The morning bright sun shakes up our activities. We rarely met except for a meal together. I opened a book I read a few days ago. Foreign books have made me die of curiosity. I don't know what attracts this book from the outside. If the cover is noticed at a glance it is not at all supportive. But who would have thought when a first reader like me wanted it to feel like quickly devouring this book. I always take twenty minutes a day to read a book. I'm going to the dining table. After breakfast, go to campus. Once at the college, I called Faris, and he told me to go up to the fourth floor. I rushed to the fourth floor. On the fourth floor, Galung exclaimed Faris while raising his hand. I went there to see Faris. Sit beside him.
"A lot of busses?”
“What message do you want?”
"Mango juice.”
Faris.
He introduced me to Pak Anwar, lecturer in the Corruption Eradication course. "This is my friend, his name is Galung, sir.”
"Lung, this man has written many books. Average of his books About the eradication of corruption in the country.”
I'm nodding.
“I also know this Mr., know that.”
Mr. Anwar sipped warm tea, “Faris has told you about, he said this corruption that unites you!”
We smile, “Iya sir.”
"Yes, yesterday my lawyer friend said, if polygamy wants to be confirmed, what do you think!”
We looked at each other, then glanced at Mr. Anwar.
We laughed. “Not that we do not want to answer it, but surely we are different Mr.”
Anwar sipped his tea again.
“You're weird.” Mr. Anwar shook his head.
"But your weirdness is what you admire. You're fighting an opinion on polygamy. However, your corruption issues are immediately united. This is incredible. Most if they do not agree, they must drop each other and do not want to unite. That is one of the hospitality of this nation. But you guys are great. Maintain this.”
We nod.
To be honest, Faris and I are so honored to be praised. We also do not know why our differences actually make us have to fight to maintain the same argument in achieving the dreams of this nation.
“Once again you have to keep it like this. Indeed, lately corruption is increasingly rampant in our country. Look, almost all governments are involved in corruption cases. Soon the KPK will also be involved in corruption.”
We're dumbfounded. KPK corruption?
“Udah kerlalan once this nation if it comes,” I said in my heart.
“Corruption that occurs in the country such as burning embers, fuel the position and left alone. You can see on tv, every day there is a corruption case. But yes just like that. There is always something new. So this corruption is like a soap opera film, always in a row, either when the completion.”
My order juice is coming. I gulped repeatedly. Anwar was silent for a moment. The cold juice melts and refreshes this throat.
"Your mentality is ready?”
“Already, Sir,” replied us, sure.
“If you are ready, then you know how, you must have extensive knowledge. Is it just you two?”
“No, Sir. Chances are a few more people will be with us.”
“If I think five people, you Galung?”exciting Faris.
"About five or six people.”
"You must find someone who is as loving as you are,” said Mr. Anwar tasting a wet cake.
“The love, we are gay sir?” we exclaimed.
We laughed.
“Not, but I'm sure so much love you guys as this nation you are willing to sacrifice. Isn't that right?”
“Iya Pak.” We nodded.
“You must find someone who loves this nation. Don't do much. Just potluck. Sincere and great love will result in great sacrifice anyway.”
We go silent without a word if love is associated with the nation.
"Like the dating formula Sir?” my many.
“It looks like that,” said Mr. Anwar.
