The First High School Love

Chapter 10 The First Heartbreak

February 2001

“Kalo I so lo, I'll suddenly get a stomachache. Trus didn't come, though,

though I will be all day in Bed with blankets and cry as much.” Word

Lisa whispered on Monday morning while they were attending the ceremony. “Continues

I'm gonna wonder who that girl is? Why would you rub Iko's head

that easy? Why should Iko ask tired of not continuing to be with him?

Lo according? Yes tired! We're not bicycling, not relaxing in

by the road!”

Matari just smiled thinly. Matari looked at Thea who stood two rows apart

in front of him. As tall children, Matari and Lisa stood in rows

the back female disciple, almost parallel to the row of male disciples.

Thea turned her head and looked at him, staring with a look of regret over what was happening

it happened between him and Iko yesterday.

“Mana can? I hope that all day in the mattress and use blankets will be emelinized

same with Eyang all day. He can make it when I am really sick or not.”

Matari said, in her throat felt choked. I want to cry but I can't.

It's been 24 hours since yesterday's incident. But it feels so tight in

chest Matari. I want to not attend the ceremony, the reason is sick. Yes, sick

hearts.

“Fracture heart first lo ya?” ask Lisa later. “It's confusing.

Between crying, but not really, because yes, in your heart, you know, Iko actually

never looked so special to treat you. No more than the neighbors

alright aja. Sad anyway. But the front peek of the school is more delicious.”

“Emang lo has ever been heartbroken?” ask Matari again.

“Never. I read about it in rich teenlit novels. Hahaha.”

“Read novels too lo? Know?”

“Ih, MATARI! I'm not that happy!”

“Ssssstttt.. if you are still chatting, I ask to replace Mr. Eka

so the ceremony builder in front huh?” asked Bu Tasya while bringing herself closer to

Matari and Lisa. “Udah is the tallest among female students, still

just chat. Don't you realize you guys seem to stand out?”

“Sorry, Mom.” Lisa and Matari said almost simultaneously.

Matari floated her gaze back forward and unintentionally

meet with Davi. Davi noticed it from then on. For the first time

the next time, he admitted that Thea's words were true, about Davi's views. That

his gaze felt sharp as if it wanted to suck out his soul.

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A few days later, when the schedule of exkul mading arrived, reluctantly

Matari moved her legs towards the exculpatory chamber. Bu Tasya was already in

sana with Kak Seno who looks relaxed playing classical guitar. Echa looks

we are working on new works coming up. There's Kak Citra, Kak Nana and

some male disciples who had rarely come before. Even Lisa looks

stand between them.

“Tumben you're late, Ri.” Said Bu Tasya while offering a snack

tofu and fried bananas are already cold.

“Thanks, Mom. Sorry for lunch and forgot the time because

chat with friends.” Matari said she lied.

Though the reality is that Matari spent the rest of her time between

go home to school and school hours to listen to the Walkman Element songs

sleeping at the class table. Lisa refused to bother him and chose to leave

first to the mading excul.

“OK, because only Abdi is absent. You have to understand, he

permission with Mom. The football team has an inter-SMP championship next month,

so that he can't come today. He belongs to the core team, only Pito and

Ronald alone because it does not join the core team, today I am obliged to come.” Maam

Tasya opened the meeting with a serious face. “After the month

Language, the children of Osis held a Poetry Competition that will be held during the day of LOVE

DARLING. That date is the day of love, right, No? Mother did not update

about teen culture now.”

“14 February Mom? Wednesday two more weeks?” timpal Citra while looking

calendar mounted on the wall of the exculp chamber.

“Iya. Actually the poster of the poetry race was put up Benjamin from the moon

December if not wrong, No?” ask Ms. Tasya.

“Iya, Mom. Actually, the race was all her role models from the son of Osis. Just, let

the show is interesting, many are watching, thankfully get sponsors from ortu

students, all employees who can perform performance, are asked to participate.

Especially us, mading is also part of literature. We are asked to show our appearance.

That's why I brought a guitar today. I'm sorry, Pito can play drums?” sahut Kak

Seno.

Pito nodded. Ronald laughed at her. There's Bu Tasya in

here, of course he could not refuse.

“Nah, so every break two contestants poetry, there is a special appearance

so let's not be boring. Events adorned in versatile. You will be effective

studying for half a day. No one is allowed to leave until the event is over.

From pencak silat child will perform Pencak silat movement, continue dance child will

nari's. All the exkul will issue performance. Except for related ones

with sport. Everything was. The theater will play. That's why you see the day

this theatrical child equipment is issued all to help them Exercise.”

Bu Tasya was speechless as he looked at all the members of the exkul mading, then

continue speaking again.

“Because we are like a collecting container

amateur works, we can not perform reading short stories or articles

don't you? I think it's great if we exist like poetry readings, but while there are

the music too. Let it not be deserted. So, it can be differentiated with the race participants

the poem itself. No idea, how rich?”

Seno stood up, then approached towards the blackboard.

“Then, Bu Tasya had the same discussion we both had a few days ago

then to think about how good. This is my concept and image, Mom.

After this, I will copy songs and poems. Some of you will be me

try one-on-one to sing and read poetry. Everyone gets an audition

on a small scale. Okay well? Me and Pito will accompany with musical instruments.” Kak Kata

Seno.

Suddenly Lisa raised her hand. “Gue can keyboard, Brother. I

ngiringin aja ya.”

“Wowwww…. Can you do the keyboard, Lis? Just know me.” said Matari wonder.

“Gue does not want to be told to take a vocal test or read a poem. My voice is fucked.

I once tried casting ads with Mama. Oh my goodness my hurt. I

don't want to do any more vocal tests. Than you guys menggeledekin me.”

timpal Lisa who was greeted with laughter Bu Tasya.

“Circuits all aspiring artists can sing, Lisa.” Said Ms. Tasya.

“If you ask me to roll or photo smile 3 fingers can really me,

Ma'am. But if I'm told to sing, it's not my field. Especially reading poetry?

Hahahaha..”.

“Okay, no papa. Lisa, Pito and Seno, you're the band's accompaniment huh. Scripted

long ago, No on the board. Means that audition sing and read poetry: Echa, Matari, and,

Ronald, Nana, Joan and Beautiful huh. Joan is just as beautiful not to run away. You guys

nih dating continues, never nongol here.”

Joan is a 2nd-grader, classmate of Ben's sister. Beautiful though, son

class 1 E, neighbor class Matari. Joan and Beautiful are lovers

the first cross force that dared to stick out to the public. Even though it was followed by other couples.

Matari realized that that day all the members of the exkul mading were complete

even without the servant. Seno handed out two sheets of paper to each

members. Matari and Lisa looked at the title of the song. Songs that have not

he's heard it at all. For the second page, the one containing the poem is still felt

familiar, because in that year, Kahlil Gibran successfully popularized again

by Ahmad Dhani's Band of Dewa.

“Nih song and poem, as requested by Bu Tasya. Songs of the 80s.

Wish I Had Rinto Harahap's Wings. The poem he wore had Kahlil

Gibran, “Wings-wings Broken”. Mrs Tasya take the tapes, ma'am, let the kids hear them?

Matari usually takes the Walkman, Mom. Can Loud Speaker, right, Ri?”

Matari reached into her walkman from inside the bag, then handed it to her

Seno. Seno accepted it with pleasure. Because at that time, the children's tape theater

brought by members of the theater exkul, but usually just stooped in the corner untouched.

“I deliberately chose this song because what? This song is still familiar

among the teachers. It just needs to be rearranged according to modern music

the time is now. So anyone can enjoy it. For poetry, son

my men love to hear the music of God, and he said the founder was a fan

the Poems of Kahlil Gibran. So I thought why not just combine it. Stupider

almost the same meaning. About the sorrow of adversity, injustice.”

“Gue rotate two-three of you yes. Keep abis it straight away we start his audition.

No need to be papa. Slowly follow when Rinto Harahap sings

aja. But later we try the arrangement now only. More pop and somewhat

what is acoustic? Agree, Pito, Lisa?”

Lisa nodded. “Gue mah origin there is a recording of the song, I will ask the teacher

tutoring keyboard I make rearrangement to be more modern. Easy, later,

my tutoring teacher, I told you to come here aja.”

“In contrast to his son the rich, there is money, all the way!” chirps

Sis Citra and greeted the laughter of other children.

“Oke, I turn ya.” Kak Seno's.

After Kak Seno presses the play button from the Walkman, Rinto Harahap's song

flowe. Matari looks familiar if it has flowed like this. Because

His father would sometimes hum old songs while washing his bike. And

it seems that the tone of Rinto Harahap's song has been echoed several times.

Until finally without feeling the song has played to 3 times. Some

the members of the exkul mading who were left for an impromptu audition, started to seem tense.

“Senior first yes. Come Cit, show me your abilities. Directly read

poetry yes.” Said Kak Seno to Kak Citra.

Kak Citra's tense face began to appear. When she started singing, Pito

nudging Lisa while half laughing. Nad's messy. However, at the time of his brother

The image told the experimenter to read a poem, the whole room turned silent. So

nice and sweet sound. Kahlil Gibran's poem sounds heartbreaking to me

anyone who hears it.

Ms. Tasya seemed to write small notes on the paper in front of her

don't know what. Maybe his personal assessment of the small auditions that took place in front of him.

“Partra, Now Nana. Na, you're the band's son, the vocalist also lo.

Singing is not a problem dong.” Said Kak Seno while taking

his guitar.

My band sang the song Chocolate.” Timpal Kak Nana with a reluctant tone.

Chocolate is one of the rock bands whose vocalists are female and medium

up the leaves at that time.

“Yes, Mba Rockstar. Who knows if it could be a rock song, have tried it

aja.” first Kak Seno half persuaded.

“The problem, No, I was also asked by Ben to perform race time

poetry. No, don't sing. Reading poetry can still be me. Guitarist

also can I.”

“Udah, sing first. We're all waiting for this.”

“Bu Tasya, if I sing twice, my voice can abis dong bu make

Training doang. Please lighten dong, ma'am. Prepared snack is also not papa. Or

lift-lift drum.”

“Tried first, Nana. It should be fair dong. All the kids try one-on-one.

I'll consider if you want to try.”

Sister Nana took a breath. Then start singing. It fits well as a vocalist

band, Kak Nana adjusts the rhythm easily. When finished, the room was full

with a clap of hands.

“Nana, your singing is really good.” Praise Bu Tasya with a smile

widths.

“Hehehe, Yes, Mom. Thanks.” Sister Nana blushed in shame.

“Na, lo mendingan perform the same we aja, Na. How?” bring Kak Seno.

“No, can't. You all have to sing first. If it isn't

something is okay, I can consider again.” Said Nana while sitting down again.

“Eh, uh, uh, why sit down? Nyoba read poetry dong.” Joan Excited.

“Oh, yes. Forgetting. Damn you yes, Jo.”

Sister Nana cleared her throat. Then start reading.

“ O Sky

Ask her...”

“Wait, wait... that's not how you read it, Nana.” Tasya

stop.

“Lo flat really rich whiteboard this room, Na. Sing, you're good.

Turn to poetry…. So flat. You ever read poetry in class? Earlier

Good image, youh.” Joan cried with a laugh.

“Ih, um base kampret lo ya! Cooksmith! It's your turn, then,

I see lo!” sahut Kak Nana is upset.

“Udah, already. Nana, I noticed that you read poetry first

there's change. Poetry and short stories are different, Na.” said Bu Tasya. “Create you

all too, poetry we have to use feelings. Like singing. There's rhythm

aslo. If you read short stories or articles, it's okay without rhythm. Because only

as usual reading.”

“Rockstar is different, Mom. But what matters is the singing of champions. Uda, Ma, Mum,

make saving time. Continue to Joan aja.” Seriously, Seno laughed.

With agitated gestures, Joan stood up from her seat.

The fat guy set his shirt that was already tangled, then

scratching his head. He then asked his friends to calm down and

listening voice.

However, as can be guessed. Whether singing or reading poetry, Joan did not

can both.

“Ahhhh, I think you will be cool. It turns out the same you. “ ledek Kak

Nana while laughing. “Ndah, the guy lo thundingan tell ngaca first

before anyone.”

Lovely just smiling in response to Kak Nana's words.

“Senior is over? Hmmm, it's junior time. Want Echa first, what

Matari first?” ask Seno.

Echa stand. “Gue aja first yes. Let me spit up.”

“Wah likes this me who ngajuin rich self gini. Please, Cha. Started.”

Said Kak Seno.

Echa sings fast, not caring about the music that accompanies it.

And when reading poetry. Quick, like a man running. It fits

with the character of Echa small-small chili pepper.

“Cha, elo blind tone huh?” ask Pito while laughing. “Lagian cepet very

rich dikejer satan.”

“Kan let cepet. I can't sing the same as I can't read

poetry really. Relax again. I want to be sexy busy just rich usually.” Legitimate

Echas.

“Hahaha, basic. Yes that is. Thanks Echa for the look.

Now Matari huh?” timpal Kak Seno's.

Matari stands. His hands were suddenly cold.

“Not to strain, Ri. Breathe in.” Said Lisa.

Matari took a breath. Then Kak Seno presses the play button,

for the umpteenth time. Although late to get into the song but Matari quite can

balancing with the strains of the '80s song.

“If I had wings.. Fly, fly me.

other... What is it for here..”

While Matari was still singing, Kak Seno pricked his guitar. Matari

glancing at Kak Seno while smiling shyly.

When he finished, Matari looked at the people who were staring at him with

flabbergasted. Indeed after Kak Nana's appearance, there was no hope that could be felt in that small room.

“Lumayan, Matari. It's not as mature as Nana's singing, but okay, you

can I consider.” Said Bu Tasya while writing another note.

“This is the origin of training every day deserves to appear rich, Bu.” Kak Kata

Nana later.

“Yes, I think so too. But honestly, I'm in love

when you sang, Na. If you can consider performing

twice, yes, we do not need to train Matari.”

“That's exactly it, Mom. I bring 3 songs later on February 14th, accordingly

ben's request. Every day I have to do band exercises. Because we have no exculpation

band, we've hired a band studio near here for a month of rehearsals

day H. If I have to increase my training hours to perform with this team, then,

I'm afraid I can't max.”

Ms. Tasya was silent. “Yes already, we continue Matari until reading poetry.

Then Ronald and Indah also after Matari's turn finished yes. Who knows

we meet little surprises like this.”

But that little surprise no longer exists. Matari is not good when

reading poetry. Broken and lack of focus. Ronald is worse, he

I don't know the tone at all. Reading a poem out loud is like reading the UUD

1945. For Indah\, the sound is small and slow. Even as a whisper.

“OK, so all have got a turn for this small audition huh.

I'm sorry, it's been a very late afternoon, but you guys should stay to discuss this.

I mean, in order to start tomorrow, the ones who have to perform can focus on performing.

The rest can help to take care of the costume or equipment that must be in

take.”

Ms. Tasya took a breath.

“If indeed you can not perform with us, you will not

coach Matari? Like a jewel, he was still submerged in mud, not yet polished.

Sometimes the tone is still a bit rough.”

“Iya, Mom. Compared to Nana, it's a long way off. That

need flying hours. Nana herself has played a band from the same 1st class

tunes in “Cocktail Band”. But compared to the others, Matari was quite

passable.” Said Kak Seno.

“If you just train, I can. Every morning before entering

class, break and go home from school, we practice here 15 minutes yes. My

there's an escort. The guitar is at least seno. Let Matari know she has to

enter the song in the tone to how much. Because to get into the song, Matari still hasn't

snugly. That's all, Mom, from me.” Said Kak Nana.

“OK, for singers already. Well for the arrangement, you sure can ask

please with your tutor, Lisa?” asked Bu Tasya while looking at Lisa.

“Aman, I've SMS. I asked for a pop and semi-acoustic mix.

Later, when you are ready, you can come home. At home, Papa has

small band studio. We can Exercise there.” Lisa said without meaning

boast about oneself.

“Wah, crazy, whatever is in your house, Lis. There is also no supermarket

dalemnya?” ask Joan.

“Hahaha, no, Brother. Just happened to have a few things.”

“Oke, arrangements in order. To read the poem is definitely Citra. Him

very good his appreciation. You have no intention of participating in a poetry contest, Cit?”

timpal Bu Tasya's.

“Ngak, Mom. I didn't stunt for him. Not that the lomba should be homemade poetry huh?”

“Oh, yes already, next year follow ya.”

“I try, yes. Hehehe.”

“OK, all done yes. Matari you do not forget to practice while waiting

arrangement settled. I ask you all to give me your best looks. Who

know it is a pent-up talent and could be serious someday. Okay, from

I was once yes. Careful to go home.”

Matari cleaned her bag and then walked out. Brother Nana

catch up.

“Matari, you know Laluna isn't?” ask Brother Nana.

“Ndon't know, brother. What is kak?” matari Timpal.

“Not what, but who. They're a pop band or jazz band. Suitable power

the same kind of sound. Try listening, so you can learn how to sing

his vocalist. The same kind of sound as you. That's all from me.” said Kak

Nana.

“OK, sis. Thanks for the info.”

“Ri, I have a tape of Laluna in the car. Then go pinjem first

Workouts. Yes, he's a pop band whose song is slow, it matches the sound type lo.”

Lisa's then.

“Great lo, Lis. Got everything.” Praise Kak Nana amazement.

“Soalnya if again a photo session, while the diputerin song is suitable

theme shirt. Well, Mama likes to buy in bands, new singers to make

Exercises at home. Let me if in the photo studio is not rigid.” Lisa lightly.

“Oh yes? Will fit you guys training I stop by. Who knows I could

pinjem.”

“Please, Brother. My house can accommodate one excul mading kok, kak.”

“Iya, Lisa, yesaa..”.

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