The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

the art sanggar

The wall clock just showed eighteen past thirty minutes. But Adel was already preparing in the living room. The microphone that was taken this afternoon from the repairman, he put it in his sling bag.

The heavy jacket also did not forget he prepared. The air outside must have been cold. Especially if you have to drive a motorcycle. For those who are not used to it, can shiver cold.

He also took care of it with a mirror in the powder container. She doesn't wear makeup, she's beautiful. Feeling ready, Adel stood up. He looked back, looking for his mother and father. He looked all the way to the kitchen, nothing either.

Then their voices were heard in his father's wooden workshop. Adel went straight back to the front. He had his bag and his jacket. Then walk out of the house to say goodbye first.

“Loh, we have Luki. Nyari gaffer, mas?” ask Adel.

He was surprised, when he just stepped foot through the front door, he saw a male – men who met him last night.

“Yes found you, lah. Nyariin time tak”

There was the sound of Mr. Fajar from the left side of the house. He just got out of his workshop.

“But I want to go, mas” said Adel

“Singing exercise? I'm anter, ya”

Adel gasped, inwardly he asked, how can you tell? His mother must have told him.

“No need, we if exercise like late-male shampoo. Will bore deh kayaknya” reject Adel smooth

“No papa, nduk. Kan sanggar senimu shape pendopo. Enter Luki can still see you practice” said Mr. Fajar.

Luki smiled happily, someone defended her. Adel was wrong. Want to say what else if the joker card has been opened by his own father.

“Iya deh” replied Adel relented.

Mr. Fajar smiled broadly at the decision of his eldest daughter. So is Miss Lusi. He seemed to be screaming with excitement, so happy. But he still held it.

With a gentlement attitude, Luki opened the left front door of her car to Adel. Adel who was wearing his jacket, gasped. A smile on his lips. She was flattered, treated like a princess. They said goodbye, just before the car drove.

Both in one car, along with a stranger, make Adel stiff. His normally watered-down brain in terms of opening up the conversation, in terms of attention-grabbing, currently feels frozen.

On the other hand, Luki was also concentrating on the road that had started to enter the steep incline. The narrow road felt new to him. Not to mention, the difference in height between the road with the garden and the fields next to it is quite far away. It can be called a ravine. They just stay quiet without any conversation.

“Still away, del, your art studio?” tanya Luki opened her voice.

“Oh, no. That, up ahead, there's a path to the left. Just go to the road it” replied Adel.

“Oh, okay” says Luki.

That was all their conversation, even though the road had been flat since the previous two hundred meters. Even until arriving at the senipun studio, Luki no longer asked a single question.

“Nevent gone, mas. It will be a scene, if you open me pintu” prevent Adel when Luki is about to go down ahead of him.

“Oh, okay” replied Luki. He broke his intention. He only got off after Adel got off first.

“Wooeee. We welcome the phenomenal artist of East Java. Adelia, Fitri”

It was none other because Adel came with ushered a man – men using a top SUV car.

While cipika – cipiki, various questions were thrown from fellow singers. Adel can only smile, shake his waist, and shake –head. Not knowing which question he had to answer.

But apparently, the leader of this mixed group has got an answer first. He immediately conversed with the source of the furore, Luki. Because it has started the same as the oldest, practically others follow the drift. There was a warm conversation accompanied by cheer – cheers, occasionally.

The group leader gave a seat to Luki. Adel patted the jidat. He knew the furore would continue. Because the leader's father memoisikan Luki in a place where usually the people around watching.

“Your gokil, del. Yesterday a handsome dapet, now it has been dapet again tajir” comments Tati.

Hearing the comment, immediately Adel's memory drifted to Budi. For a moment he felt guilty. I feel like playing behind him. If Budi finds out, his image will collapse instantly.

But we're not there yet, there's no bond. Not necessarily she likes me. Just go ahead first. If you are a soul mate, you must be united

“Hei, even bengong” reprimand Tati.

Adel flinched, but remained silent without comment. For a moment his eyes clashed with Luki's. She smiled seeing Luki throw a smile at him.

“Udah, don't be confused. Make me aja” said Tati again.

“What?” sahut Adel's.

“Budi, make me. You are the same as Tajir. For your sake, I would like to dapet low profile” replied Tati.

“Hmpf, low profile” Adel chuckling.

“Awas you if ngatain him kere” threatened Adel.

“Who said that?”

“Hmpf, ha ha ha ha ha” They laugh at their own silliness.

Shortly thereafter, the training commenced. Adel got a turn first. The tembang that he had memorized, but with a new arrangement. Which is certainly different from the version when he memorized the song.

It didn't take long, the accompanying collaboration, and the singer had sounded unified. Adel was already comfortable with the arrangement. It can even be improvised, by teasing luki who is being talked to by a woman. Inevitably there is a cuteness that invites laughter.

On the other hand, Luki is also increasingly fascinated by Adel's appearance. The melodious voice and pitch of his body, growing his own passion for him. When he was seduced, Luki was silent. Because he did not understand the fine Javanese language used by Adel. He felt the language was different from the fluffy Javanese language in general. That confusion is what invites laughter.

A standing ovation accompanied the end of Adel's performance. He bought a drink from the shop next door, then walked over to Luki. When it was near, Adel laughed again when he remembered the look on Luki's confused face.

She gave him a bottle of mineral water for Luki.

She took a place in the seat that was occupied by ‘other women’. When the woman returned, there was another funny thing that invited laughter. Because the woman was acting like – if her boyfriend was taken by Adel.

Adel sank spoiled on Luki's shoulder. As if heating up – manasi that woman. And stand up again to the laughter of all who watch. Even Tati who is singing until no concentration is made.

Over time, Adel felt comfortable. After performing the prayer isya’, and handed all the affairs about his soul mate to Gusti Alloh. He no longer took a stance of rejection. Occasionally during the training, Adel took the time to approach Luki. Although just say hello and base – stale.