The charm of Vegetable Kang

Pancasila

The time showed at three in the afternoon as the participants returned to the courtyard. In a moment, the names of those who escaped will be announced to become flag raisers at the Provincial level. Of the 108 students, 38 will be selected. Two of them are representatives of West Java who will serve in the State Palace in the Independence Ceremony on August 17.

Mr. Kristiyoko as the coach, has prepared to read the names that escaped.

"One, Anyala Hayati."

Anyala did not believe her name was first mentioned. As per the directives, he came out of the fray and waited for the other friends who were also selected to form a new line. One by one the names of selected students are mentioned. More and more people are joining Anyala.

"Twenty-five, Atharazka."

When Azka's name was mentioned, it wasn't just the guy who was happy. For the second time, Anyala also felt proud. Even today it is bigger than when they were selected at the Patriot Candrabagha Stadium yesterday to represent Bekasi.

Azka joined the selected forces. Mr. Igo who was listening seriously, suddenly felt overwhelmed. Several times the man rubbed his eyes, making the yellow veiled woman sympathetic. 

"You want a tissue, sir?" soft bargain.

"Oh, no, thanks. I'm not pa-pa, really," refused Mr. Igo while justifying the position of his body to look macho.

***

The Paskibraka inauguration ceremony at the Provincial level was led directly by the Governor of West Java. That afternoon a total of 36 people elected including Anyala and Azka received a badge of honor. They will serve in the ceremony that will be held in the courtyard of Gedung Sate. 

Before being confirmed, the participants have been trained in such a way. Undergo a period of poking in the crater candradimuka, to be ready to carry out the task. Because being a Paskibraka is not just flying a flag. But, furthermore, they must be patriots, nationalist youth who love the nation and the state.

(What novel is the PPKN book trailer, Thor?)

In that training period, Anyala who is used to getting everything easily, must really learn independently. Starting from the bangung sleep, until bedtime arrived he did everything himself. Including washing clothes.

While Anyala had a little difficulty in carrying out the quarantine period, Azka was already used to it. Starting from getting up early, working on everything, he had completely gotten used to it. Azka belongs to the group of teenagers who are not easily tired. As if his energy was inexhaustible.

"Lo's never tired, Ka?" ask Anyala during the break.

"Yes tired, I am."

"Why do you always look like that?"

"It's like, how? Bulls huh? Hehe."

"Dark-neck! The handsome!"

"Kanda, Anyaaa."

They both have very little time to relax. At rest time also sometimes the coach suggested to mingle with each other. In order to get to know each other better, so that a compactness is created.

"Tomorrow to gather," Azka asked when she heard the whistle ringing. 

He and Anyala got up and rushed to the coach. The trainers are from the TNI, the police are also parties from the Pancasila Ideology Development Agency or BPIP.

***

When most Indonesians listened to the flag raising ceremony on independence day, Nirmala who also did the same thing suddenly lost interest. The woman went to her room and only came out in the afternoon. Ask the waiter to provide food. 

"Please prepare me a meal" he said lightly as he sat at the dinner table. His eyes were busy researching the tiny watch with red scrap. Aigner was one of Nirmala's favorite brands for a long time. 

"Please, Mom."

A servant had put rice in front of Nirmala. Then, there is also asparagus soup, salmon and a small bowl of chips. 

Nirmala put rice in her mouth, only three times. Then a feeling of guilt suddenly appeared. Nirmala stopped eating and immediately drank a lot of water.

Since knowing that Hesti moved to Bekasi, moreover they were quite close Nirmala became more thorough. She feels she should always look beautiful, and if necessary lose weight. For the sake of prejudice, Nirmala did not hesitate to spend tens of millions to undergo treatment at a subscription beauty clinic. Whatever the doctor offers, Nirmala will accept. 

Like this afternoon, when Martina's doctor offered a solemn treatment on Independence Day, Nirmala agreed immediately. For a treatment that should have cost thirty million rupiah, Nirmala 'only' was charged twenty-one million. 

"It has. Please sorted. Later if you ask me where, say I have an appointment with doctor Martina."

"Good, Mom."

Nirmala is a lucky woman who can enjoy a luxurious and always stylish life. People often envy him. Nirmala herself realized, she was blessed with an extraordinary life. In addition to her husband being able to be a source of money to fulfill her life and style, she also has Anyala. The girl besides inheriting her beauty, was also as intelligent as her papa. 

Nirmala gets special access at the beauty clinic owned by doctor Martina who is also her friend. Once at the clinic, he was immediately handled by the owner of the aesthetic clinic.

"I'm starting to worry about my skin" he lamented to Dr. Martina.

"Don't worry, Nir. You are still beautiful, though. And I'll always help you."

"Hmm, right. Don't let Hesti be prettier than me."

"Randi's new wife?"

"Yes, Tin."

"Haha. Where is possible, Nirmala. Is Randi capable of making his wife beautiful?"

"Ah, you really are too, Tin."

Instead of speaking formally, the two men used Martina's doctor's office to have an obscure conversation. Doctor Martina will always support her friend. Nirmala was very cynical about judging and looking at Hesti. He realized that the two of them had different classes.

***

Tired feeling very tightly hit the body Anyala. However, the excitement and pride, managed to keep him awake. 

The girl stood in front of her parents' house. Smiled gratefully as he had returned from a noble task. Anyala was sure, Papa and Mama would definitely be happy to welcome him. 

The driver who picked her up helped Anyala drop off the luggage. The girl cheerfully ran into the house. 

"Yamaa!"

Nirmala was working out in the gym room, when she heard her daughter calling. 

The woman got off the treadmill, watching Anyala closely. Anyala's sunburned skin, as well as her tired-looking eyes, seemed to ask for a hug.

"Inyala."

"Have you not come home yet?"

"Whoever is home late in the afternoon, Anyala."

"Ma, Anyala made it. Anyala made it to Paskib-"

"Enough Anyala! What worked? You can only reach the provincial level. That means you failed."

"Kok, Mama said that?"

"There's no Paskibraka if it's not in the palace! You've wasted a chance, Anyala."

"Ma?"

"You may fail. You should have made it to the palace. You have to help Papa, Anyala."

"Mama!" yell Anyala frustrated.

"Inyala, you are our only hope."

"Yahoo!" Anyala screamed and cried. 

"Quickly rush a shower."

Anyala didn't move a bit. His heart is very sick. Anyala's chest rose and fell withholding the impulse of anger. He was eager to scream, scream and if necessary crash himself into a speeding vehicle.

"Hurry, Anyala! Mama said shower!" nirmala snapped while glaring at her daughter. Their eyes met, and a deep wound had broken Anyala's heart. 1078