Shefani
Writings
“Grandma, dad hasn't come home?” tanya Shefani walked from the direction of her room towards the dining room.
“Your father has come home, but he went to minimarket buy what equipment is, Grandma forgot.”
Nurisyah, Shefani's grandmother from her father who had been caring for the girl since childhood.
“Oh so, what's granny cooking? Shefa help ya?” bargain with a glance at the grandmother who went back and forth towards the kitchen to serve dinner.
“Ga please, you sit down. This part is done, hunt eat.” Shefani smiled sweetly, he pushed back his dining chair and placed the best position in the chair.
The aroma of cooking spices smelled pierced the nose when Shefani glanced at the cuisine that was now in front of him. The reason, he imagined like the stirring of garlic, onions, chili that blend perfectly so as to make the girl's stomach more and more rumbling.
“Kakek, where? How did it not look from earlier?” His face swirled towards the whole house, he did not find his grandfather.
Suddenly, a 60-year-old middle-aged man came to the doorway behind the house. “Hayo, who was looking for grandpa just now?”
“Grandfather? Where is aja from? How is the direction from the garden anyway?” asked the grandson with a surprised look.
“Decause your grandfather gardening does not know the time, Grandma told you if you run out maghrib do not go to the garden but your grandfather super ngeyel.” Grandma's ready at the dinner table.
“Assalamu’alaikum,” greet a man by carrying two plastic bags with minimarket logos on the main doorway. He headed towards the dining room, placed the plastic bag on a ceramic tile, and then he went to dinner with his family.
Ryu Dante, often called Mr. Dante—the biological father of Shefani. Have a friendly and generous person. His daily profession is a reliable architecture in several companies. His diligent, tenacious, and consistent personality makes his clients appreciate his works even more.
“Wa’alaikumsalam.” compact answer Shefani, grandfather, and grandmother.
Fyi, Shefani has long lived in her grandparents' house, which is located next to the original home of Shefani and her father. Because Dante is now busy working, so he could not bear if his daughter had to live alone. Therefore, he wanted Shefani to live in his mother's father's house and there are those who take care of and care for his only daughter.
“Dad, buy what? How long ago, Shefa thought even Dad had not come home.” His murmur was accompanied by protest.
Dante chuckled little, he stroked his daughter's pretty hair slowly and said, “Dad take a day off today, Dad also bought something for you. Later after eating, I give it to you.”
Dante and the others continued to have dinner together in a fairly simple dining room. Shefani's grandmother's house is indeed very different and far compared to Dante's house. You could say, the house of the couple Nurisyah and Mada is modeled like a house in the villages in general. Despite living in the city, they still refused to renovate it.
Who would have thought with the shape of the model of such a house, grandparents Shefani had a spacious garden yard planted with many traditional flowers and plants. No wonder the neighbors call these two people as plant lovers.
“Sini, follow dad.” Shefani followed her father's steps from behind towards the special room, where it was a place to relax.
After telling her daughter to sit on the sofa, Dante who sat beside Shefani took out 5 snacks of kuaci and 5 snacks of wheat juice. Two favorite foods Shefani has landed in front of the eyes, radiated light eyeballs wading happiness that had been rarely obtained.
“Dad, this is a lot. Buy one is enough for Shefa, well.”
“Once in a while, right? You haven't eaten such snacks in a long time, I think you'll buy a lot. You save this yes, if the wheat juice you bring to school, if hungry just eat it deh.”
Dante stuffed the snacks into a plastic bag and held them in Shefani's hand to store in the room. The girl got up from the sofa, then headed to her room to store some snacks in a special drawer snack.
After storing it well, he went to Dante again who was still seen opening things in front of the television.
“Dad, that's what's so big? Like figura huh?” shefani asked from the direction of her room.
“Oh this, yes figura. I just got a message a week ago and it just got sent today. Want to see?”
The girl nodded her head. He sat back on the couch next to Dante's dad. Dante opened a large figura size of 16rs 40x60 cm which is now on his lap. The man started to open the cardboard layer in favor of the cardboard that enveloped the entire side. Shefani also helped the father in opening a package containing figura.
One by one, beautiful figures were seen clearly emblazoned with the faces of a small family surnamed Elberth, consisting of Ryu Dante Elberth, Maysha Oliv Elbertha, and Shefani Elbertha Qalesha.
In the three photos, Shefani is still a child aged approximately one year. Dante rubbed his late wife's face. His heart now feels sliced by a sharp dagger, he remembers a time when there were people who took the life of his beloved wife.
Jemari Shefani also shuddered. Slowly he raised his finger towards the figura, then landed it on the face of the mother.
“Mother, Shefani ka. ngen.” he said inwardly in a limped tone.
“Mother is so pretty yeah, Dad. If you are still here, Shefa will be the first person who does not get tired of looking at the face of the mother.”
While Dante was not aware if he dripped his tears right in the eyes of his late wife. Aware of that, Dante reflexes immediately wiped the tears that fell on the figura.
Shefani stroked the father's back. “Dad, strong yes. We keep this figura in our house huh?”
“Don't be in our house, because later no one will see. You'll stay at grandma's house, Dad's working too. So, we install it in this space only how?”
“Yes, you guys just put it here. All mothers can see a daughter-in-law even if only in the form of figura, at least can treat mother's longing for her.” said the grandmother who came from the kitchen.
Dante and Shefani smiled happily. They put the figura together around the space that was considered quiet and calm.
***
Gazero gang plots had entered the school gate, but instead of entering the class they stopped at the cafeteria while ordering coffee. The time shows at 06.45 WIB, for them it is still a long time to reach 07.00 WIB.
“Anjir! I forgot to bring a chemistry book, mampus lo!” said Evander who just realized when checking the chemical book is not in the bag.
“Nah loh, even though he himself who yesterday said that today is the time for chemistry Mr. Heru.” said Alju chuckled softly.
“Zer, you forgot too, right? Kan lo forgetful,” his mockery more confident.
“Oh no, no! I don't forget every day, do you think I'm senile forever? Yes, fortunately, the Gebra ngingetin schedule lessons today. Mampus lo, Van!” Zero pretended to challenge Evander by glancing at Gebra with a satisfied look.
“Ngapain panic? Usually you have a thousand reasons to snack, try it later.” ketus Veehan with his laughter.
“Panic? I'm not panicking, just anxious little.” Evander again closed the zipper bag, then he continued to sip a cup of coffee made by Mak Tuti that is matchless.
The bell has rung. Gazero gang plotters compactly raise each other's shoulders while closing their ears. They were so lazy to hear the bell coming in it was like a honey wasp piercing the eardrum. Another with a break bell, the bell is the most awaited gang this one. You guys are that too?
“Good morning student!” greet Mr. Heru by carrying a carrying bag on his back. Mr. Heru immediately positioned himself in the teacher's seat. He put his bag down, then went to the front of the students of class 10 IPA 7.
“Good morning, sir!” compact answer complete class 10 IPA 7.
“And the chemistry teacher, but it's like an English teacher. Shouldn't use that greeting,” whispered Evander on Gebra—sthis best friend.
“Pake what dong?”
“Gini, ‘Congratulations, your bomb has been approved to be detonated!’ that should be.” he said whispers of holding back laughter at the back table.
Gebras could not help but laugh at Evander's words. He laughed out loud until the whole class looked at him with a strange look.
“Hey, you why that? Don't have manners, just entered already make a fuss! What's up?” mr. Heru's nagging approaches Gebra and Evander's table.
The two suspects did not dare to look into Mr. Heru's eyeballs, they could only bow their heads. Eits, bowing their heads does not mean they are kapok yes, instead they still hold back the laughter that he held raw without knowing the teacher.
Bruk!
The loud crack of Mr. Heru's hand made the two suspects flinch like they were surrounded by a locked padlock.
“We are sorry, sir.” exclaimed the two suspects pleaded guilty in a slow tone.
“Focus all today. We'll start the chemistry lesson. Go to LKS page 4 of the first material about atoms. I'll explain the point a little,”
“Atom is the smallest particle that can not be divided again. Atoms themselves also have theories that trigger the development of atoms from their origin. In LKS mentioned if there are five atomic theories, and each has advantages and disadvantages. Your job is to understand the figures of atomic theory and how they each think about atoms. Recorded in a notebook, basically just according to your own language. Understand?” Mr. Heru made clear the purpose of the task he was given.
“Paham, Sir.” sahut they are compact.
“Gue don't understand what it means? grumbled Veehan while flipping through the sheet of chemical LKS he was holding.
How to understand, Veehan just from the beginning playing mobile phones to reply to the messages of his girls who want to be given false hope. ****!
“Nih, I'm done writing. Can you borrow, if you want anyway.” Flora—beautiful girl dimpled, rather petite with braid one hair engraved very beautiful.
From the beginning, she's the girl who always helps the Gazero gang if they're having trouble learning. Wait a minute, but she cares more about Dhien huh.
Flora thrust her book towards Dhien who was sitting behind the girl. Dhien received Flora's notebook with a flat expression, without a smile as well without being disappointed. It was hard to guess the attitude and expression of a Dhien.
“Kalo Dhien ga want, here I cheat writing lo rather than wrong behavior lo on,” snapping Alju rather upset.
Alju attempts to forcibly snatch Flora's book from Dhien's hands, but Flora quickly prevents Alju's nosy hands and brushes him aside.
“Aduh, really sick tabokan lo!” Alju swung her fingers that felt pain due to the hit from Flora.
It seemed, Flora did put some hope in Dhien, but this guy was basically insensitive despite being coded so many times. Be patient, mbak!
Dhien focused on writing in his book, little by little the handwriting began to look piled up.
“Thank you, I'm back. Lo neat writing like a library shelf,” praise Dhien on the writings of Flora while thrusting the book back into the hands of the owner.
Finished writing, Dhien's book was immediately copied by his savage friends. Like crocodiles who are waiting for prey, once it comes directly ganged.
“En, what is the writing of sea waves anyway? Up and down, up and down, how can I read?” annoyed Evander while glaring his eyes at the writing of Dhien.
“You don't want it, so my writing is the most historic during my school days. It means best, usually worse than that. Enjoy,”
***
On the second day of training, Shefani received an announcement that she would be paired as a women's doubles alongside Keyza, a 10th grader of IPA 1. That day, they were met and began to compete according to their respective abilities.
“Lo Shefani it, right? Who used to enter IPA 1 too?” ask Keyza on a break for a second.
“Iya, I'm Shefani. You know me?”
“Know, you used to enter my class too and eventually moved to IPS. Why anyway? Though the value of science lo the highest one school, why so choose IPS?”
“Request my father,”
Keyza. “Nyesel ga in IPS?”
“Same once. Instead I am grateful to enter IPS, his son is exciting and enjoying every moment!”
“Syefani, Keyza, let's practice again. Did you have a break?” call Mr. Tirta from the direction of the basketball court.
The two started the game again, now look very perfect in playing. From different directions, Lion notices every move of Shefani and his comfort in competing with new partners.
Indeed Lion who has discussed the replacement of the couple with Shefani. Pak Tirta responds well to Lion's wise attitude, so that there is no dispute.
“Spirit!”
“Remember, you already have. Don't be greedy!” The thump of an inner voice that should be well guarded by Lion.
***
