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V1Ch3 - Fia: The Beginning I Met

Diary : Sofia Fia

Sunday, 23 July 2017

I FIRST MET

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"Remember and look at the date, and do not be confused, with other characters."

Before I introduce myself, I'd better tell you first, how I got this Binder, so I can write all my memories and everyday, into it.

I got this Binder on Friday, on July 21, 2017.

This binder was on display in front of my school office, accompanied by a notice board. The gift board contains:

"This binder is 'Free', if you want, please take it. Previously, if anyone pleases, may I make the contents of your Diary written through this Binder, I make a Novel. For more info, please chat via my WhatsApp, 62822601068XX. Thank ye. Sincerely, Rosid Firmansyah."

That's about the contents of the notice board.

I picked up a binder, and immediately contacted Rosid Firmansyah, my classmate, to explain the details.

Then, when I was done with the communication, I decided something.

I asked him to give 'My Samaritan Name' to his novel "Fia Sofia".

He also asked me, and the owner of all his Binders who deign to be a Novel, to keep exchanging messages, even though it was past the graduate day. He said the 'Story details' issue'.

Because ... she intended to post her Novel on the internet, when she finished High School graduation day.

So maybe, all of our Diaries will be borrowed by Rosid Firmansyah, when graduation day time comes later.

Do you want to know what Rosid Firmansyah looks like? All right, I'll tell you too.

Rosid Firmansyah, my classmate. He is a man with glasses, with black curls that look always disheveled every day. Hmm, how well .. he said, "hair is unruly."

He was a good man, and always sacrificed for his friends.

In addition to giving Binder freebies to others, he also became the 'Supervisor of the school library', which other students were unwilling to do.

All right, I've told it enough. Next, I will tell you about my memories, memories that I will never forget.

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My name is Fia Sofia, 11th grade student of Susukan Village High School, 800 meters from my parents' house. At this school, I got into the Athletics Club.

I live in Susukan village, with both parents and younger sisters who are already in 3rd grade SD. You could say, I am the First Child in this family.

Eng ... do you know what an Athletic Club is?

Athletics Club is a Club whose activities focus on 'Running'. Examples include Sprint Running, Goal Running, Long Jumping, Relay Running, and so on.

But aside from all that, discus throwing, bullet repelling, and so on are still included into the realm of Athletics.

Activities (training and centering) Athletics Clubs are held every Monday and Thursday. So, every Monday and Thursday, I would go to school holding a green bag, which felt pretty heavy.

You know what it is until I say it's heavy enough?

The contents of my bag are textbooks and personal equipment for the needs of my club, such as running shoes, sports clothes, and also a small towel.

You may be thinking, why should a woman like me do something like this? Starting from entering the Athletics club, to carrying a bag that feels quite heavy? Well, all of that has a reason.

You want to know what the reason is?

All right, I'll tell you why I can do this kind of thing.

It all started when I was in Junior High.

Tirtayasa State Junior High School, Class 9 :

At that time, the district-level Athletic Competition was held. After school, I was forced to watch a game with Syila Kartika.

Syila Kartika, she's my best friend (Class 9A) and has been friends since 7A.

She's a brownish short-haired girl.

His hair is short, like other boys' hairstyles.

If he's wearing a black sweater and jeans, maybe you'd think he's a guy.

Eits, but no, she's a real girl.

His skin is not as pure white as other girls, you could say his skin is brown, but a little dark.

But the great .. from him is one. He has a sweet smile.

Yes, his smile was so sweet, balanced with the color of his skin and the white color of his teeth, that many students approached him and even shot him.

You know what the reason is? I've seen him smile.

Syila always gently rejected him if anyone shot him.

I asked him why, and he said, "Not my type."

I became curious as to what kind of man he liked.

Eng ... let's go back to my Junior High story.

Actually I'm not interested in watching the Athletics Race. But Syila Kartika keeps forcing me to do it.

Ah, okay. Because of the distance the Venue was not too far from our school, I went along.

"Yuk Fia, we're watching an Athletic match!"

"Temenin this friend of yours!"

"Dad, I'm coming."

We both arrived at Sultan Agung Tirtayasa Football Field, 450 metres from our Junior High School.

I looked around, and found a lot of people who came to watch the Athletics race.

To my west, there was a group of people wearing red clothes.

To the east, many wear green clothes, and various other colors from all angles.

But, there was only one color of the audience's clothes that I couldn't find, which was blue.

"Is Athletic Competition so popular?" 

Apart from that, I felt shocked from seeing a crowd like this.

Understandably, I have never seen an Athletic Race match. Entering the football stadium has never been, even this is the first time for me.

"For those who want to watch, please purchase tickets at both Locket A and Pocket B!"

"It cost twenty thousand rupiahs!"

The speaker's sound messed with my daydream.

Wait, do I have to pay? Oh no, how much money do I bring?

"Hey, Silene. How much money?"

I asked as I reached into my shirt pocket.

"I brought fifteen thousand."

Syila shows 10 thousand and 5 thousand rupiah denominations.

"Ah, if I only have ten thousand left."

"Where is this?"

I showed the rest of my money, with a fraction of 5 thousand rupiah, as much as two pieces.

We were both confused, because we found our money was less to buy two tickets.

Should we both go home disappointed? Well, it seems like it makes sense.

But ... Can I be a hero this time?

"Hey, Silene. Mending you're the one watching the game. I think Syila wants it more."

"Here, bring my money."

"But .. ah, I'm not good with you Fia."

"I've brought you here .. when I'm the only one watching."

Syila seems to be confused.

"That's Shila, that's okay."

Syila thought about it again, as seen from the way she acted. He held onto his chin, with eyeballs that sometimes stared up and down.

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

"Do you look like you're confused?"

The voice of a man from behind shocked both of us.

I turned around and saw a cool man standing in a blue sweater.

Who is this guy?

He was a man whose skin color was bright, with slightly wavy black hair.

His height is about 168 cm (approximately) and probably next year will be even taller.

Understand if I think like that, because my height is only up to his shoulders, if standing side by side.

From inside my heart, I felt like a good brother, as well as the joy on his face.

I hope he's a really good person who fits my expectations.

"Ah, not really. It's just we're short of money to buy tickets."

Syila without her bases, said so.

Ah, jeez .. why is my friend talking to someone she just met?

"Here, I have fifty grand, you guys use it to buy tickets and food."

The man gave a sheet of money worth 50 thousand rupiah to both of us.

"Ah, really? Yeeey! Thank you!"

Syila took the money, and went straight to the ticketing counter.

"I'm sorry, for my friend's behavior."

I apologized politely, bowing my head.

"It's okay. I feel like there's gonna be some luck coming today."

"By the way, don't call 'Mas' dong. I'm still in 9th grade."

"Call me Rei."

Unfortunately I, call him "Mas" just because of the difference in height.

"Ah yes, sorry Mas. Uh, Rei. And thank you too."

"Dad, it's okay, you're the same. I'll go first."

"Daah~"

The man named Rei said goodbye, leaving me.

Soon after, Syila came with two tickets and two brochures, along with plastic, containing drinks and snacks.

"I think he's a good man."

I unconsciously said so.

"Dad, of course. The proof is he gave us money to buy this ticket."

Oh, my God, can't he say anything else?

But .. I hope he doesn't misunderstand me.

Now, the two of us entered the stadium, and sat in the western stands.

I started reading the brochure while watching around the stadium.

Oh yes, the brochure I read is of triple type, which displays about stadium info, athletic branches that are competed, and also the names of participants who participated.

I concluded, the area of Tirtayasa District is a fairly advanced area.

The government provides a very wide football field, with an additional running arena on the edge.

As for the Tribune issue, I think there are still less seats that they build if they are in football field class. But, maybe they are short of funds, because actually this field is good.

According to the brochure, ranging from lighting, grass quality and running arena, all wear the number 2 best quality in the world.

I read the next section, which tells what branches are being contested. I'll tell you what it is.

The Overlapped Branch :

Sprint Run 200 m

Run 400 m Estafet

Gawang Lari

Long Jump

It turned out that there were also many branches being contested today.

Then I started reading the participants' names.

Sprint Runner 200 m :

...

...

Rei Anggara - Representing SMP Susukan village.

...

Wait, isn't this the name of my village? Will I recognize him?

Ah, I guess it doesn't. I've been living in Junior High since 7th grade.

I attended Tirtayasa State Junior High School, 6.8 kilometers from the Old Man's house. Though actually in my own village there are Junior High School and High School which each have B and A Accreditation.

SMP in my village is only 350 meters to the north (direction away from the highway) from home.

While the SMA is 800 meters from the opposite direction (south, direction to the highway), all of which I can travel on foot only.

Only, both parents told me to go to school at Tirtayasa State Junior High School.

I was wondering, Is it possible that my parents would like to introduce what life in other people's villages, highways, as well as the culture of other villages is like?

It's good, but it's too far for me.

I started reading the brochure back, the last part.

"Huh? Are you sure?"

"You why?" 

Syila seemed surprised by me.

"This ... The man named Rei Anggara followed his four branches."

"While his three college friends are just in the Estafet race."

I explained to him, showing him the part of the brochure I was reading.

"I think his friend is just a complement."

"Color will run the relay or run, while carrying and giving the baton need four people."

Syila responded casually, while continuing to eat potato chips, and holding a plastic glass filled with iced tea. 

"Hey, the match hasn't started yet, it's been eaten!"

"Don't take my ration yah!"

But, it is true Syila said, the relay run must be four people.

"The first branch race is about to begin!"

"Participants expect to approach the Start line!"

I closed the brochure I was reading, and looked out at the field, glancing around, waiting for the match to start.

How shocked I was to find the man who had given us money to buy tickets, apparently wearing a blue shirt with the sequence number 002, was standing not far from the starting line, following this race.