THE MENTARI FOR ESTUARY SEASON 2

CHAPTER 49, THE REAL WINNER

    Thank God, the final round has been passed by all participants today. Now, they are doing their respective activities to relieve fatigue. The boys choose to play water in the pool, while the girls care pol-polling in the salon which is also a hotel facility; they are creambath, facials, stretching, there is even a spa as well. No papa, yes, the important thing is that they have effort. Regarding the results, let us submit the same god and also the announcement.

***

“Yes Allah, delok-en iku arek-arek, swimming not let-away..” Riana gawked as soon as the four of them (Riana, Hanum, Dian and Laras), passed by the pool after they got home from the salon.

“He rec, gek let's beat, ngko in the wind you know.” said Dian.

“Mama pulaaaang!” exclaim them all – the guys, while running towards the edge of the pool.

“Mama-mama, udah, ayok on the ride, later tonight is still an announcement..” Dian's tirade finally. Everybody nods.

“Eh, Ganesh is not swimming?” asked Riana who just realized that their personnel is less than one.

“No mbak, he's in the room, sleeping..” replied Andre.

“Feeling-ku is not right if at this time the boy has gone to sleep. Yes have room keys in whom?” ask Riana.

“In me who, is in a small bag on the table. You know what?” ask Muara.

“Iya tau. But mending us aja rame-rame anyway to there, ease of swimming, already know Malang cold kayak gini. I want maghrib too.” said Riana. Muara nodded.

“You go to the room first, we guys want to rinse...” said Muara.

“Oh, yes if so. The key is not bring yes, this is swimming on bring copy right?” ask Riana.

“Bring..” replied Muara.

“Yowes... Come on, bestie, let's go upstairs. Let these rice frogs rinse first.” said Riana. The three women around him nodded. Well, the demonstration is not very good. Must be a frog, right?

***

“Ganesh, wake up, already want maghrib nih...” persuade Riana while shaking the child's body slowly in the blanket.

But the boy did not respond, even though Riana woke him up many times.

“Dek, wake up po-o..” he said once again. Still no responses. Riana was so anxious. He was forced to pull out a blanket that covered his sister's body. I mean, let's get up. But once holding the body of the sister who turned out to be super hot, he even became panicked.

“Eh, you have deck fever?” ask Riana. Hanum who had been near the door so followed in because of shock.

“Why mbak?” tanyakanya.

“This Ganesh fever... How's dong?” ask Riana to panic.

“Well, uh, Nesh, finished nelen stove what nelen ironed you?” ask Hanum reflex.

“Duh mbak, suwek you. I'm serious..” grunt Ganesh.

“Eh, yes, sorry..” Hanum shut his mouth. Riana grimaced. If only he did not know the personality of Hanum who is super koplak kayak gini, he really wanted to feel ridiculed the boy. Eh but it was, deh, there was an extension of the hand, because it was represented by Dian, hehehe.

“Behold, I'm not going to the room first, the medicine is in my bag.” Hanum said as he pulled the stick. Yeah, Hanum doesn't use that folding stick. He uses a modern stick that is pulled and pushed, just like a tongsis for a selfie. Reportedly, the girl is willing to import the stick so that she looks more stylish, hehe. Uh, but it's not just ding. He also hopes, hopefully with more and more supporting tools for the visually impaired created and modified with the current form, stigma about “disability (tunanetra in particular), is a burden on families and communities” soon changed, he said, and slowly disappear.

“Yes, here's the deck key. Beware of stray..” says Riana.

“GOD has not, I have memorized. Wait a moment..” said Riana. All assented.

***

Hotel ballroom, night. Everyone flocked to come there to witness the peak night of this national Student Art Week.

“Then how is the condition of Ganesha, Esmeralda? Is she okay?” Hahey! Yes, Ganesh is fine. Her fever dropped after being given liver medicine*eh, a heat-lowering drug.

“Mbak, I deg-degan..” said Laras who sat right next to Hanum. Thankfully, after in some of these episodes the two kayak children are ready to make claws, finally they can both get along too.

“Eh, same Race, I also deg-degan this, same..” said Hanum.

“This is still opening, like deg-degan we will be extended no heck,” chirped Riana from behind.

“Employment tax? Pake extended everything? Duh, beware yes, I go to the toilet first.” Hanum said as he stood up.

“Need delivery not?” ask Dian.

“No need wes, deket coke. Wait yes..” said Hanum. All assented.

***

In the end, Hanum didn't just go to the toilet. And in the end, he was even acquaintances with other students who also fared the same as him, back and forth to that inspiring space.

“You have diarrhea, huh? How to go back and forth toilet?” ask the girl.

“Ngak tau mbak, the effect of anxiety just kok..” replied Hanum slowly.

“You're sitting in the front row that's ta?” ask the girl again.

“Iya mbak, same friends..”.

“Barewith ta? I also want to go back to the ballroom..” bargain the girl.

“Bby mbak..” replied Hanum politely.

“Oh yes, whose name are you?” ask the girl again.

“My name is Hanum, mbak. Whose name is mbak?”

“I Celine, we are one campus and one faculty deck, just another study program and department doang.” DEGH! Hanum felt his heart being pulled out all over. How's it going that she came to the ballroom with this chick and Riana saw it? Will this war?

“Eh, yes mbak, yuk..” Hanum. He immediately picked up his wand that was leaning against the wall of the sink, then took Celine's hand.

***

Riana glared at his eyes. I could hardly believe it when I saw Hanum joining in...

“Ra!” Riana elbowed her lover who was sitting right next to her.

“Opo tho the?” Surprised estuary.

“That, look, twelve o'clock direction..” Whisper Riana.

“Iya, Hanum right?”

“Ck, duduuu, saine..” says Riana gemes.

“Lho, Celine?”

“Hayo!” Riana immediately touched Muara's ear, until the owner grimaced in pain.

“La piye tho the real darling? I was told to look. I've seen it there now it's dysentile. So I should have seen what?” The voice was grim, without guilt. And it even makes Riana's eyes so much more lit, not only because of the glitter effect of the eye shadow she wears, but also because of the anger and jealousy of the girl as well.

“Ya mengeliatnya ordinary, do not use napsu. Wes, kene menengo, no paranoia Hanum!” sulk Riana. The mouth breathed. Wrong again, wrong again. Fucking girl emang. Yowes, surrender him if this is the case.

“Hanum!” exclaim Riana.

“Eh, opo-o mbak?” Hanum.

“Sini!” yells. Hanum hurriedly approached the source of the sound, as he was worried that there would be chaos.

“You can do that, anyway?” riana protest.

“What? Sister Celine?” ask Hanum plain. If you do not want him dear and this is his sister's boyfriend, it feels very pengeeeen he telen this bullet-bullet child; whole without chewing.

“Oh, yes mbak. Sorry, it was just the right fit from the toilet.”

“On the road he asked what aja?” ask Riana to investigate.

“No mbak, just him all the way.” replied Hanum unpleasantly.

“Yowes, come on, return to your seat.” Riana said. Hanum nodded. Duh have, throughout some of these parts why the contents become jealous like this anyway? The whole itself. I am I, too, who is writing? Ah tauk, ah, yuk go on to the story.

***

The atmosphere, relief, and happiness surrounded them all. Eighty percent of their campus delegates from each race stalk have achieved their best results. Although not all become first champions, but their beloved campus still brings home many trophies. The only race that did not get the best results was a monologue followed by Celine. But the 5th semester student majoring in English Literature was still smiling and happy to see the happiness of his friends who took pictures together using their campus alma mater, while holding a trophy.

“Mbak Celine, want to take photos?” tawar Hanum's.

“Emang can?” tanyakanya.

“Yes why not, but also in the final... Come on, all campus delegates should take a photo together. Come on..” invite Hanum. Celine agreed, even though her heart felt bad, what's more because Riana kept looking at her with a pretty sharp gaze.

“Sini say, dampingin me,” said a guy while holding Celine's hand. Riana auto look towards the guy and Celine. Oh, it turns out Celine's boyfriend Darrel, who's with the son. Thankfully, he could breathe a sigh of relief now.

***

Hanum and Ganesh walked out of the crowd of reporters with an inexplicable feeling. What's more, Ganesh, he repeatedly almost fell because of the shock of facing the people who hunt; noisily asked a lot of things. Their voices were like the buzzing of thousands of bees in his ears.

“Sssst, we are safe now yes..” said hanum while rubbing Ganesh's shoulder.

“Ganesh is introverted, just like me. And I think, it's very difficult for him to adapt the same thing as before, what else his journalist was quite a lot you know.” said Riana.

“Iya... That's why..” Hanum replied.

“Yowes, we rest all aja yuk, already want 12 o'clock malem also you know this..” said Muara.

“Later first!” suddenly Vishnu.

“Opo-o?” Estuary wonder.

“Bent!” exclaim Vishnu while running towards the restaurant hotel, making Muara and others do not understand. But suddenly...

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday Sister Dian, happy birthday to you.”

“Lho, yes, you are happy, Yan?” ask Hanum.

“Eh, don't know, yes, why did I forget ya?” ask Dian.

“Iya ma'am, it is your birthday. Happy birthday dear..” said Vishnu timidly while handing over a fairly large cake to Dian who smiled sumringah.

“This is how the story is, I just don't remember the same birthday myself..”.

“You're too busy with your sheep, baby. Let's make a wish first... Congratulations to twenty years yes mbak.” said Vishnu while peeking Dian's head. Kontan alone flood “cieeee” overflowed throughout the ballroom room that was almost empty, live their entourage.

“Happy birthday, Madam Dian.” said Laras while shaking Dian's hand.

“Happy birthday Mbak Di, wah, do not know e if mbaknya birthday, so do not nyiapin gift deh..” said Andre plain.

“Why would I say, Ndre, if not Vishnu who told me myself maybe could not want this... So sweet also yes it's a child..” comments Dian while putting the cake on the table.

“BTW, let's make a wish... Nih, the candle..” said Vishnu while pairing the twenty-numbered candle on the tart. Dian smiled. He closed his eyes for a moment; saying do’a about many things. From starting do’a for himself (yes, of course, he is the birthday), do’a for his family, his gratitude for the victory he achieved, and others. BTW, congratulations to everyone, because it has managed to be the best of every race that followed. Although not all of them become champions one, but, the best it does not have to be about the numbers one, two and three. And you know, bestie, the real winner aka the true champion is actually those who are able to fight themselves; against laziness, fear, and inferiority.

(BBC).