The First High School Love

Chapter 12 Magic

February 14, 2001

All the students gathered in a multi-purpose building the size of a field

that indoor basketball. Some were sitting in the audience seats, but more were

choose to sit on the sidelines while carrying snacks and drinks that have been purchased in the cafeteria. The performance stage is on one side of the field. Complete with lights and band tools. This year, the poetry contest feels grand with the help of student parent sponsors, including Lisa's parents of course.

And therefore, all the students were interested in coming, they did not expect that it would be held that grand.

Last year, the race participants were grateful. But this year

his enthusiasm is incredible. Brother Ben as the chairman of the committee looked pleased and

sumringa. Not wasted effort all this time.

Davi walks with Abdi. In front of them, the football team goes ahead.

“You are above or below?” davi asked Abdi while pointing at the seats lined up in the area of the audience seats that began to be full.

“Lo don't want to see Matari sing?” sahut Abdi later.

Davi stopped his steps. “ Hah? What do you say?”

Abdi chuckles. “Sorry, I can only tell you now, above

lisa's request, if Matari today follow the performance as well.”

“Anjirrr, are you serious?”

“Serious I. why do I lie.”

Davi looked around, and Matari was nowhere to be seen.

Though the entire committee has stood by with their colored shirt uniforms

Pink lights. Adjust that day is the day of love.

“Where? Come with me, don't get too close to the stage, Matari's face

no look at it."

Abdi invited Davi to sit on the sidelines, about a distance

only about 5 meters from the stage. From the seat it was all over

the stage will be clear.

Davi sat next to Abdi. Still with mixed feelings, when he

they saw Thea sitting near them. Of course his best friend would

perform, for sure he will look for a good spot as well. Thea brought a roll camera. And

he took a few pictures with his basketball team.

“Lo any arrangement of the show?” ask Davi.

He just remembered, the entire student should have been shared, but because of Davi

feeling insignificant, the arrangement paper of the event he just threw in the trash.

“Tenangggg. That's why don't throw it away. Nih...”

“What number's your heart, Di?”

“She abis Made read poetry.”

“Performance by Ekskul Mading? This?”

“Iya. It was written intentionally. Create a surprise he said.”

Davi looked at Abdi confused.

“DON'T GR-AN LO. Not surprise-in elo. But make an entire surprise

students. The word that has been seen, said Ronald, very good to play. Loudness

kind of make excul promoin also sih.”

“Oh, so. She's the one who's singing, Di?”

“Iyaaa, bujaaang. Sheaa who sang.”

Afterwards Davi felt that time was running slow. Performance for

performance that is not more than 15 minutes feels long for Davi. Her heart

gurgle, see the girl he likes going on stage. He could freely see Matari from this close distance. Without any obstructions and even refracted by the other spectators.

Until finally the turn of I the Great God Made arrived to ascend to the top

stage. It turns out Made at once wanted to shoot one of his friends

poetry race. His poem was certainly about his feelings for the girl he liked. Made

grade 1 B. His body is thin and tall. Sweat drenched his face.

Multipurpose room that is cold because the addition of outdoor AC does not make

sweat decreases.

After reading the poem, Made asked for permission to shoot Farah,

grade 1 A to the jury and teachers. So that the event is not monotonous and

boring, no one refused his request. Unfortunately, Farah

not answering anything. He just said to wait a few more days.

The audience was disappointed. The shooting process felt quick and passed without any special.

“Gile, Made brave too.” Praise Abdi while laughing while paying attention

Made went off stage with Farah.

“If people already like anything done right?” the Sahut Thea

suddenly in their midst. “Di, out of this Matari.”

Abdi looked at Thea in confusion. “Iya, I know kok.”

“Gue is very curious about its performance. How about, Di?”

“Iya, curious dong. That's my ex, too, The.”

Thea nodded, then turned to Davi. In the past, usually Davi

will behave awkwardly if you are near him. Embarrassed, talk with

be afraid or just look at his own shoes. But not at that time. Davi is even very

indifferent to his presence. He constantly looked towards the clock and the stage

alternating. It was as if Thea wasn't there.

“Oke, temen-temen. Made has come forward with love. There is no more

want to move forward with love? Hahahahha.” Kak Onad's voice suddenly roared again.

Onad and Rachel's sister, Osis's 2nd-grade son who served as an MC

it was already standing on stage. Made is over. Farah is back

to the boisterous 1st class A horde welcoming his return.

“Emang today will coincide with the day of affection, Nad. Sure

there are many of them all here who give each other chocolate.

Do you not know Nad?” welcome Rachel's sister.

“Dapetttt.. dapet harapan fakeuuu, aka wraps doang.” Sahut Kak's

Onad with his funny style.

Audience laughing.

Brother Rachel glanced at her CUE CARD. A card containing a list of events and at a glance information about each event that will start

“Hahaha, gokiiil. Oh yes, after this there will be a performance of the exculpation

MADINGS. You know, exkul madinggg?”

“TAHUUUUU...!”.

“Well, they showed up to perform. Who has gawe? Who

this aja? Mm, SENOOOO…. CITRAAAA...”.

Kak Seno and Kak Citra came out in hype 80s style costumes

bright colorful. Waving hands. Audience rumbles.

Their style that is not boring makes the audience cheerful again.

“Continue PITOOOOOO.

Pito took to the stage while carrying his favorite drum stick. Costumes

same with Kak Seno and Kak Citra.

“LISAAAA.

Lisa went on stage. Her protruding height and her blaster face

it looks bright under the stage lights. Stupefied spectators. Lisa looks so beautiful, as always. And the star aura was indeed full in his figure.

“WADUH, NAD. WHERE'S THIS BULE FROM, NAD? MBA, MBA, SPEAK INDONESIAN

RIGHT?” sister Rachel joked to Lisa.

Lisa just threw a smile. Then walk towards the keyboard. Not many people know that Lisa can play the keyboard. Everyone always thought that she was just relying on her beauty. Even though it is true, but playing the keyboard? No one thinks in that direction.

“STILL FREE YES????” exclaim Kak Onad idly accompanied by the rumbling of the Building

versatile. “CANTY YEAH? Tapii…. Not done yet, there's more...”.

“MATARIII.....!!!”

Davi was half standing. Thea was shocked and flabbergasted

seeing behavior. Abdi laughed at the behavior of his best friend.

“Dav, dav, sit dav, back you can't see tuh.” Said Abdi

reminiscent of seeing the mob behind Davi who protested.

Matari appeared as usual. Looks beautiful with a simple dress

patterned black and white polkadot. Her hair was tied up. Lipstick and red shoes

the one deliberately pinned on her lips and feet seemed to match the costume of the day.

　

　

“EH UH, THIS IS OUR FAVORITE ARCHERY ATHLETE JUNIOR, RIGHT? LO CAN

SING, RI?” ask Brother Onad joking.

Matari grimaced as she approached Kak Seno for a briefing

with his other friends.

“Emang if you have band, the students are rich out their aura is not

the, Nad? Crazy you know, Matari with Lisa, I previously did not know who they were.

Now they are standing on my deck making goosebumps. Okay, Temporary

they prepare first, we ask the same temen-temen here.”.

Davi did not take his eyes off Matari. And Thea noticed

that's. Don't-don't…

“Worse loooo, time don't know who they are? Rachel is the same kid

Basketball continued to grow, so he did not know many beautiful creatures that

others in our school.”

“Enak. Yes, sorry, please understand that the basketball team is busy

championship preparation. While diving while promo exkul own. Yes no?”

Brother Rachel and sister Onad continue to invite the audience to interact

about MADING Excules. Like who the builder is. The room where. As such

what activity. And others while waiting for Matari and her friends to be ready.

“Where? Huh huh? Ready yet? Okeeeeee, these are the performances from

exkul MADING..”.

“IF I HAD WING-WING FEAT BROKEN” exclaimed Onad and

Brother Rachel together.

KAK Seno strummed his electric guitar. Lisa started playing the keyboard

along with Pito's soft drum beatings. Matari approached the two microphones, which had been prepared by the decoration team for them, with Kak Citra. Then take a breath for a moment. Unexpectedly, space

versatile which had been where he practiced archery, became

the first time she had to appear in front of such a large crowd.

“If I had wings

Fly, fly me

I'm looking for another world

What's it for here...."

The subtle sound of Matari, bewitching the whole room. Including Davi. Multipurpose room that was boisterous, suddenly quiet. Matari swept her arms and could see Davi's presence on the side, looking at her full of admiration.

"If you could feel it

Cruel, cruel world

No more justice

What am I here for..."

The song changed tempo, becoming a bit faster and more upbeat, yet still pop-style. Matari turned more energetic, he himself felt that the energy of his friends who carried each musical instrument, as if it possessed him.

"Screaming and crying, grief and sorrow

Whimpering and praying wherever you are”

Matari's voice drugged the audience before her. All speechless. Citra Kak

start reading the poem Kahlil Gibran.

"The sky

ask him

why did he create this piece of heart…

so fragile and easily hurt…

when faced with the thorns of love

so strong and sturdy

when love and despair…

why he creates affection and longing

in this heart…

narrating the anxiety of the figure of the lover

raises a myriad of questions

gathering millions of despair

give encouragement…

it also left an immeasurable pain

why does he create restlessness in the recesses of the soul

restlessness in the recesses of the soul

pinch the shadow

tightens chest…

helpless against the turmoil that hit…

o ileang…

you've ever felt this excruciating taste…

why are you just silent

tell me

a word that can soak this heartache…

something this body feels…

as a treatment for uncontrollable pain

the wind makes you noisy

it's like there's something you're saying to me

I don't know what you mean

just guessing.

said there was someone behind the hill there..

waiting faithfully…

appreciate what love means…

a heart that is broken and wounded

tearing up the night incised a thousand sorrows

I flapped my broken wings

following the passing wind

plugging homesick…

in the frozen heart…

he cracked, crushed like a mirror

strewn …

before it was lost in the wind…

while weakly bowed…

I tried to go back to scratching the rest of my heart

mixed with dust

i wanna…

I reach for the piece in the corner of my heart…

only the stuff I got..

he disappeared as the sun came down from his village

I can't bring back these wings

it has broken…

pierced by sharp thorns…

can only wail…

winced…

trying to reach a handler…"

　

Kak Citra recited poetry with great interest. Musical music

still quietly beside him. Kak Citra seems to be able to bring a champion trophy if he participates in the competition. But he did not do. He knows he's that good. Kahlil Gibran was his idol.

Davi felt like he wanted to explode as Matari just stood up dancing in front of his microphone waiting for his turn to sing again. To him, Matari was more charming than usual. In the past, when he liked Thea, he never felt that way.

“If I had wings

Fly, fly me

I'm looking for another world

What's it for here

If only you could feel

Cruel, cruel world

No more justice

What am I here for

Screaming and crying, grief and sorrow

Worship and pray wherever you are

If only I had wings

Fly, fly me”

Matari's voice echoed until the last second. Unconsciously her tears

trickles. From afar, Davi looked at Matari without blinking. And Matari realized

it was a few seconds. The video of the war of independence playing on the big screen behind them, seemed to match making the song sound and look really very sloppy and sad.

Matari wiped her tears. He glanced at Citra. His eyes are wet too.

The crowd in front of him also seemed to be crying a little. Even Bu Tasya

crying from where he sat.  Then he precedes the clap

hands followed by other spectators.

“Wowww, AMAZING!!! Wait-wait don't disperse just yet. We are MC

want this. Who wants to answer? A seno? Mba Matari whose singing is terrible?” voices

Brother Onad was heard approaching them.

“Huhuhu... very good, I cried too. Very suitable video at the back, rich accompanist era war it. Yes, no, Nad?” timpal Brother Rachel.

“Daddy, bad at all, this is great. You guys are so cool. Who is

got ideas?” ask Kak Onad while thrusting a microphone to Matari.

“Bu Tasya.” Sahut Matari short.

The teachers immediately applauded Bu Tasya.

“Why choose this song? Seno?”

“Hmmm, actually gini, Nad. Bu Tasya initially gave us the idea to

sing while reading poetry, but the song should be that '80s song, which can

accepted by teachers. With the help of some people, we rearranged the song

THIS MR. RINTO HARAHAP. I can be heard by all the spectators too. The accompanying video was actually an impromptu idea. Because we also want to show that exkul mading is exciting. Her job isn't

nempel mading doang. But we can also perform rich gini. So if

new school year anyone would like to join, please yes.”

The applause sounded boisterous.

“Eh, Miss Tasya want to go up? Let's.. let's bu...”

Ms. Tasya climbed up quickly. “Thanks for Seno, Citra, Lisa, Pito

and Matari. You guys are all amazing. It's great! I'm proud of you guys. As is

said by Seno, if there is anyone who wants to join Mother's exkul, you

you can join in the new school year. You will meet and learn so

amazing people like them.”

Applause sounded again.

Ms. Tasya stroked Matari's shoulder. “Great you. Thank you very much yes.

Your voice is good. I got moved.” His whisper.

Matari smiled with satisfaction. His training was without pause a week more yesterday

not vain.

***

“Keren, brother. Very cool!” some of the band kids will perform at the moment

it was praising Matari. “You're SO COOL!”

Brother Nana is approaching. “Gilaaaa... Matari, you are so cool. Imagery lived

very. Everything's GREAT. I got goosebumps behind the stage. I have been a long time

not rich gini. Feel you guys got really.”

“Highlight successor, Na!” said band member Kak Nana, Kak Fatur.

“No, he's no match for rock music. His voice was soft, soft and

clear, rich bewitched me to other parts of the world. Especially in the independence war video. Gile, I feel rich waiting for Boka” Sahut Kak Nana.

Matari just smiled. Lisa approached and asked to change

their clothes at once remove the makeup of Mama Lisa's makeup that was deliberately made

thick to fit the theme of the 80s.

“Ma, just took a photo of us, Ma?” ask Lisa about her mother

waiting backstage.

“Take dong. Later want Mama wash large printrrr. Let your Papa see.

Must be seneng him.” Sahut Mama Lisa while helping Lisa take off accessories.

“Eh aunt, we-we also want dong.” Said Seno then.

“Siap. You guys take it all right. Matari wants to too, right?” mama Lisa was happy.

“My little one, Auntie. Let can be entered into photo album.”

“Okeee, readypppp. Aunt was amazed by you guys. Especially Matari. Great

very. Your mom must be proud of you, son.” Said Aunt Lisa who made

matari's throat was choked.

“Mama nih. Matari so sad tuh.” Lisa.

“Aduh, sorry yes, Son. Don't be sad. Here Aunt hug. Call

Mom to Aunt. You all are too. Everyone plays the same Lisa

already rich son Aunt all.” Said Mama Lisa then followed by cheers friends

Matari's.

“Eh already, photo dong, let's fotooo all together.” Take Brother Nana

while telling friends and his classmates to pose.

***

Matari plays her hairband while leaning against the door wall

enter the bathroom area. Inside, Lisa and Citra Kak are still busy removing

each makeup is assisted by Mama Lisa.

“Matari..”.

Matari turned her head and saw Davi standing a few meters away from her. I don't know

how long Davi was there without realizing it. Stare at him with clinging.

His stomach again felt strange, the butterfly felt present again in his stomach.

“Can you come here for a minute?” davi asked while waving his hand.

Matari walked slowly towards Davi. The look in his eyes

sharp but at the same time feels soft it makes it feel clumsy.

“You were... can... cool...” said Davi stammered. “This is your hand...”

Matari was confused and embarrassed. Why Davi so suddenly you're into

himself.

“Sorry, I'm just looking to buy Toblerone at the school's decker shop. Happy Valentines’s

Day.”

Matari received a gift of Toblerone that already feels tender in it

because of the melting heat. Realizing that, Davi laughed.

“I promise later buyin more okay.”

Matari laughs.

“It was actually bought from the origin. If you exist, I love you. Calluses

I don't eat by myself. Sorry yeah. I don't think intention to give. You think

you are the committee and will be very busy so we can not meet. But

you even sing in front.”

“Who said if I was a committee?”

“Li..sa?”

“Hahahaa, I'm not a committee. This is already going home, who can perform

go home early.”

“You go back there again, right? Watch together?”

Matari turned her head and looked at Lisa, Sis Citra and Mama Lisa who were secretly

watch them both. Lisa beckons Matari to return to the Building

Working with Davi.

“Iya, may. But just yeah. I cape really.”

“Ready, Mistress.”

***