The Smile of God for Marissa

Fever Band

Tonight, I found friends who have fever band players teasing me. Once again they invited me to a concert on campus.

Oh, not really!!!

The hell of a veiled girl like me was in a fever band. Shame dong !

The coolest thing is the trend of mosque teenagers, rohis de el el, which is important not the band.

I don't want to follow them, the artists and young girls who want to hook the artist. Why ? To me, at the very least, there are some precise reasons that should be acceptable to reason with.

It’s okeylah fever band.

But the orientation has to be straightened out. Not just because the personnel are handsome and bear.

Fever band if you want it really yes because of hobbies. Seneng is the same game, or if the player is the same art purely because of the pattern of play he did on stage. How he plays music and is polite to the audience. Not from fame but with his left right elbow.

It's not because of the money and the looks of it that Sisy cool abez says.

Now I'm disappointed. Indonesian women are aggressive. Suddenly follow the artist's fever and ball fever. Who did not like music suddenly can comment. Just because there is a campus band festival that brings a certain band that Sisy said, handsome plus plus.

They are even willing to jostle just because they want to ask for a signature, a photo together, a salaman or even the worst to hug and kiss him.

Hii, cringe if the shame has been replaced with determination.

End-ends ?

Yes, as we often see. Many girls languish, fainting as they scramble to get the idol's attention.

Many girls pass out even on numbness, simply because they want to be close to them.

Taboo ?

Not particularly. But what is less natural, why many of them who follow the cold heat, hustle, scramble for souvenirs but actually reduce the quality and daily worship routine. Ba’da maghrib, usually they teach, study and tadarus, but now, what happened ?

They hang out on campus, and wait in line to buy tickets to watch the concert and the star's resounding action. UTS value destroyed. And often the topic of conversation turns into about artists, artists and artists. Keep it that way without breaking up.

At the boarding house, at the campus, in the mall everything was about the artist to make me feel stupid, empty, leaping like a toothless goat.

Not connecting man !

I had doubts about my hearing that afternoon. Sisy says :

“ Nothing my UTS value plummeted, the important thing is that our campus champions. “

Not surprised ???

Clear !

For almost four years I hung out with them, never once did I hear a sentence like that. There they will cry all night if the UTS value is destroyed or even the same as yesterday.

In the past they would always say the quality of value must be better than yesterday and tomorrow must be better than today. But, because of watching the band, they are actually willing to concede value.

“ Uh, but if Marissa is different. “ He must be willing our campus to be a loser rather than his value destroyed, is not Ris ?” Sisy and Rosa.

“ Not that bad anymore. Listen yes ! I'm a pure Matagari boy. Obviously not willing if the Matahari campus is a loser, but listen to the UTS value business, I do not want to plummet. Should be better.”

“ Which proof is ? You have never seen a concert with us, right?” susi said while crossing her arms as if challenging me to win a bet.

“ Yes but that doesn't mean I don't support. In every prayer, I always pray for their victory. Not only his wife Cristian Gonzales who stayed in the room to pray for her husband when the husband plunged in the field, I also pray, still less ?”

“ Pray anyway can, even must, but, the form must also be clear, watch. With us. Yes no pren?“ Sisy niggles.

“ If to watch the band anyway I never, but I know the development of the festival which is now held on campus. “

“ Time yes nerd knows festival schedule, dream times .”goda Rosa.

“ Can't believe?”

“ Try when Wijaya Kusuma and Matahari play?”

“ Tomorrow afternoon right ? Ba’da dhuhur ?”

“ Yes. Who are the members ?.”

“ Campus band personnel ?” my many.

“ If you can let's mention ! Maulida sneers. I shut up, pretending to think something really hard.

“ If you can say what to love ?”

“ Cutractant five bowls of meatballs, how ?” this time it was Susi who challenged me. I'm happy because the warm atmosphere in my room is back.

“ But if it's wrong, you treat us five-five to twenty bowls. How ?” Maulida is not less spirited. Everyone applauded. “Four to one, and I'm sure I'm the winner.” My god.

“You dare to practice us if you lose?”maulida.

“ Can.”

“ Try who ?”

“ Susanto ?”

“ Keep ?”

“ Brother Beno your idol, Sy. Right ? “

“terus . . . ?”

“Evan Dimas Idolamu Da.”

“Cock Evan Dimas. Dimas kali.”

“Yes are the same. Dimas. Ramadhani was my friend at SMA.”

“What ? That's right.”

“Iya, I have a friend named Ramadhani in High School. But it's not Ramdhani who's a footballer.”

“H is not very good. Who else then ? New four you.”

Kriiiing ! Kriiiing !

The front door bell rang. And that made our concentration split completely. It's indeed sunday night. So maybe someone dared to come because tomorrow there is no activity on campus.

“Ris, you're the only one who opened yes. We-we're not ready if there's an apple. Not wearing a veil and not dressing up anymore. “

“Absolutely you are sure he is the male guest who came for the apple tonight this week?”my God. I don't know why this time I like to flirt with my boarding friends. My nosy nature is starting to emerge.

“Ya . . Maybe. Who knows, ?”

“O alright then princess.”

I opened the door handle and I found Ica, a neighbor's child who was ready with her rocker-style makeup. All the laughs found the night guests a different week to the previous weeks.

“Where are you going, Ca ? “ my handkerchief after letting Ica in. All I ask is to pass to Rosa's room.

“Mbak Rosa, we leave now ?” ask without caring about me. “Mbak Risa if you do not want to come do not ask me. I don't want to have my friend kayak Mbak.” Reciprocity. I just smiled knotty. I know his brain has been brainwashed my friends to keep me away.

“Okey, I'm silent. Instead of you inviting me to watch together later even bother me,” Ica just looked at me while scratching her head. I know he's worried looking at me. Maybe if I was her age she would have ruffled my hair.

“Ya already yuk all of us leave !” Invite Ica who makes me feel like laughing, but I paled. The five of them left for college, leaving me alone in a boarding house that eventually became deserted.

My friends closed the door and locked it from the outside. I set my feet towards the room. I opened my phone and surfed on social media. Reading my friends' facebook status. Not a few who upload mini mala events on the Matahari campus. Time has shown at nine o'clock but my friends haven't come home yet. Suddenly my phone rings. A message came in.

“What are you doing?”

I don't want to reply to Mr. Aditya's message. Not unhappy, but I really do not want to dissolve in the conversation between unmarried men and women.

“Risa”

Once again Aditya sent a message. This time just call my name. I smile. He might be very curious about me. I don't want to reply, this time I purposely asked him to send more messages. I feel lonely and for me the message is my entertainment.

“Sayang”

This time he was really anxious maybe. After that, he made a video call. I reject soon. I got up and immediately put on my hood. Complete with a mask, maybe he made another video call.

“Have begun to dare tease me apparently caon my wife is”

This message really surprised me. I immediately sent a reply.

“Please sorry”

That's all I'm saying. He made a video call for the second time. This time I opened her call and she looked at me in shock, looking at my appearance.

“Why wear a mask ? Does anything interfere with your sense of smell?” I just shook my head. In my heart I just want to laugh, but I can only do it in my heart. I turned off the phone a few minutes. I put down my phone and I wanted to close my eyes immediately but somehow I felt a little fear.

I decided to direct all of Aditya's calls, then turned off the phone and put it on my desk.

At half-eleven, I heard my friends coming home.