The Journey of Dreamers

Enterprises Results

The day passed quickly. It hasn't been nearly a year since I became friends with Tiva. No, not friends but friends. We spent the day studying together in class, snacking together in the cafeteria, reading together in the library and playing together in the park after school.

I love the sorrow we have both passed. Sometimes joking and laughing. Sometimes fighting and fighting. But we both remained friendly. It might be hard to believe that we were familiar because we had a fight a year ago. The quarrel ended in friendship maybe right with the situation between me and Tiva.

" Na, I don't know about this one." Tiva looks frustrated to see the book Ipa in front of him.

" God, why is physics so hard ?" Tiva slammed the pen.

" I also still like to be confused when studying Physics, use a formula that really likes to use the letters a,b,p,f,g,h,w,y. all formulas use letters and numbers to be dizzy." I tried to remember the formula given by Susi's mother our ipa teacher.

" But it's clear where these numbers come from." Tiva pointed at his annoyed notebook.

"Oh, my head's dizzy and it's going to be the end of the year exam soon. What'd you say if my grades were ruined." Tiva looks very frustrated.

" I'm also frustrated thinking about this exam, if once my grades are not high I have to die to climb the grades in the next exam and that I have to do if I still want to go to school here." I leaned my body on the chair.

"If my grade goes down for 3 consecutive tests. That's a red light for me. Scholarship will be waived." I can't imagine my fate when my scholarship was revoked.

"No, we have to get rid of that nightmare, learn Vi. We should get high marks on this exam." Tiva took out his pen and observed his notebook closely.

I noticed Tiva's pretty face while being serious. She's why she's so beautiful. Not that I'm jealous or anything. I am not ugly and not beautiful. I was just being. But if compared to the beautiful Tiva is amazing I will look ugly.

Stop thinking about beauty. Think about whether you've been able to take the year-end exam. Vi spirit !

I should be able to do this exam. Gotta !

I picked up the pen and did the exercises in my book.

" Woi Vi." I looked at Tiva who called me.

"What ?"

"That's not saying you want to fight. Put the paper away." Tiva pointed at my book.

"Hehe, too eager to prepare for the test." I scratched my head that wasn't itchy.

"Test preparation or war preparation."

"Both, the test is the fight for the future."

"Dramatic !" Tiva shook his head.

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The final exam week we passed. Today is the determination of whether we go to a higher class. Report division. It's report day. Classes have been decorated to welcome the parents of the students who will come to receive the results of their children's learning over the past year. I'm nervous. I've seen the results of the year-end exams. And my grades are above the criteria of maximum completion. But still from the first I was very nervous if the day of the report division arrived.

"Dad." I approached dad.

" Daddy's coming ?" I smiled happily when Dad came to get my report.

" Are you too late to take away your daughter's hard work over the past year?" Dad rubbed my head.

"Dad." Call me lirih. Dad looked up and looked at me.

"What if I fail ? What if my grades are ugly ? What if I let dad down ?" I'm bowed.

" Look who's talking ? Vi, why do you feel like you're going to fail, why do you feel like you're going to disappoint me ?" Dad rubbed my head.

Dad went and sat on the school yard.

"Let's go Vi !" Dad patted the bench slowly.

I walked up to the bench and sat down next to my father.

"Did you remember a year ago when your grandmother came home?" Dad started the conversation.

"Dad wasn't there at the time but your mother told me." Dad smiled.

"When you're done with the entrance exam to this school, you feel like you can't get through it. I was discouraged at that time. Grandma took out her magical sentence that made you obey."

"Nana Vi will you listen to grandma." I follow Grandma's style of speaking.

"Dad doesn't know how your grandmother said it. But your mother said she stroked your hair and said." Dad stroked my hair gently.

"What grandma said." Dad looked at me with a smile. I smiled back and looked at my father.

"Grandmother said, Nana Vi the way you judge your dreams determines your success and failure to achieve those dreams. Stay optimistic, work as much as possible, and leave the results to God." I repeated the advice my grandmother told me the day I came home from the entrance exam one year ago.

"See you still remember Grandma's advice, have you done it yet ?"

"You've done the first, optimist. You believe in yourself, your abilities. If you're not confident you won't be able to be in this school for a year. Second, effort. You've tried your best, haven't you ? You've been trying to die for the past year or so, otherwise your scholarship would have been revoked. And the third, tawakal. Have you given up the results of what an almighty God is ?" I nodded to answer father's question.

" What are you worried about ? Whatever the result will be as long as you have done all three things, I will not be disappointed with you. Not everything you can do. But you've been trying and praying it's been more than enough for me. However, every effort must have its rewards. You've been trying a lot for sure the rewards you get are also great. Trust my daughter !" Dad wiped away the trail of tears dripping down my face.

I was overwhelmed by my father's advice. I don't care if anyone sees me crying on the lawn bench.

"I've been trying all this time, why can't my grades be high. Thank you for giving me this advice." I smiled and hugged my father.