Respect Movement

Tear

"Oh, yes, yes, I know for sure that too" exclaimed Vano, his head nodding.

We had lunch in the cafeteria. Suddenly a group of people came blindly. They get rid of whatever is on the table. Even the canteen table was vandalized. Everyone is scared. Fortunately the canteen guards met them. Put money on them. Then they left, plates and food that had not been eaten replaced by the canteen. Bottles of drink scattered and broken in just a few minutes.

“You know that person?”

“No, Indeed who?”

“Stories people I heard they were close at all rector.”

"Times!"

"I heard so, they have a mission, but the mission is secret,” Vano said while eating.

"Why do you know?”

“I know, you should be more careful!”

Dinda called. He said he was waiting in front.

"I have to get there, Dinda's been waiting.”

“OK, Lung. Good luck.” I smile. I'm heading to Dinda's.

“Sorry late”.

His face has changed. I took her to the beach. He also smiled. We arrived at the most beautiful beach. The sand is like a grain of heaven descending from the sky. We sat in the cottage. Occasionally the sea water rained down on the legs of our cottage. The wind whistled between us. The waves are in front of us. I clasped Dinda's hand full of the scent of curiosities and affections,

“Dinda want to order?”

“As usual.” He looked at me with a sweet smile. Lovingly.

I called the guard who was passing by, then ordered some food. The waves are coming faster. Crashing into each other. Beach visitors began to get crowded. This beach is a favorite place for families who want to spend the afternoon. We told him about a lot of things. Laughing at the parents falling while chasing their children. He also slid on my shoulder. “Galung, I am grateful to know you, I want to forever be on this soft boat.”

“Thank you, Dinda.” I'm staring.

“I've dreamed of finding someone I love, but he still keeps a taste to someone.”

I looked at her. Wonder.

“Ah, too serious, I'm just kidding.” Don't look at it, he's stroking my face.

I smiled cynically.

"Ma, I called Missya's sister."

Before maghrib we went home. Once at home I take a shower, then have dinner with the family.

Mama nodded. I'll be heading to Misya's room immediately. Standing at the door of his room.

“Sister, Mama's waiting for dinner."

Misya's sister opened the door to her room, “Iya Galung, you go first, I'll follow."

"A promise to you, brother?"

"Yes." Yeah."

“Ma, just let the beautiful mama's child down" I said as I reached for the plate.

Misya pulled the chair beside me and sat down. I glanced at him, his eyes were bruised.

I looked over at Misya, She suddenly glanced at me.

"Mama!" He got up and hugged my mom. Her tears fell.

"Prophey baby, next time you'll win."

"Yes, but Mama, who was the first champion was brought to Jakarta, became the artist Ma."

"Dear, Mama knows, maybe next time you'll be a champion, who's patient baby, you eat first."

Misya grabbed the plate. Tears rubbed him.

"Sister, Dad's out of town, he said a week ago."

"Yes Ma?" ask Misya curious.

"Yes dear." After dinner, I went back to my room. Mama and Misya chatted. I read another book about corruption. My eyes closed.

Behind the beautiful sun was a sign of His greatness. It was a very bright morning. The clouds welcome the appearance of the light. Misya stood in front of the mirror. He watched his eyes drain for two days. There was a slight trace in his eyes. Then tidying up her clothes. He was very neat and stepped into the office. His body tried hard to forget the pain of yesterday. She is beautiful today if not crying.

“Ma, I first" he said carrying a red bag.

“Iya dear, the spirit yes. Careful.”

Misya's sister is leaving. The streets are jammed with food everyday. He arrived at the office ten minutes before the time of entry. On his desk were two newspapers. A friend of the office asked him why he didn't go to work. He replied that he was not feeling well. There was a cynical smile from his officemate. He doesn't care. The friend who asked him earlier left him alone.

"Misya," said Eva, Misya's best friend. Eva sat down next to Missya.

Misya sister said hello, “Eva.”

“Where are you?” ask Eva.

“Don't say you're not feeling well,” Eva said with a smile.

“So I have to answer what?” replied Misya while glaring.

“I already know,” said Eva.

Misya opened the newspaper, her picture was clearly displayed when she received the two-champion prize of the model contest. In the paper it is explained that champion one will be taken to Jakarta, will be an artist. His heart was hit again. People in the office also know that Misya does not get a first champion. He put the newspaper down. His face returned glum.

“Surely because of the newspaper was” said Eva

“Eva" said Misya while hugging Eva.

“Already, do not cry, embarrassed to be seen by the people” said Eva while wiping tears on the face of Missya Kak.

“Eva, I lost”, said Misya.

“You didn't lose, but there is something bigger and worth waiting for you. You have to be sure of that" said Eva.

Misya as soon as possible to release her arms, “You are serious, Va?”

“Iya, I'm serious.”

Misya's sister wiped her tears, “I believe in you Va,” said Misya.