The Story of Sigma Men
12. Poetry
Wawan understands that Zahid seems to have a tendency in every exact lesson and is not very interested in language and art subjects. Therefore, he strives to master language and art in order to look smart in the eyes of Anggi.
This morning I learned music lessons. Wawan willing this morning take care of the school guard and had a debate, although he finally managed to pass the guitar in order to enter the class.
Wawan sang a romantic song not far from Anggi's seat. This opportunity he took advantage of before the teacher came in. He wants to get Anggi's attention. While the class angel was lulled with the song.
“You like Indo or Western songs?” ask Wawan.
“I hear more Western music. So the edges like,” answered Anggi plain.
“You need another romantic request what? I'll sing.”
“So sweet once, you Wan. It's up to you to sing what song.”
Before Wawan sang it, Miss Dewi hunted in. “Depart, when we rest together,” invite Wawan.
Because of his intention, Wawan formed a band with his classmates and created a love song, he said the song for Anggi. After the painting lesson, Wawan was able to paint the face of Anggi, almost the same, the painting is very beautiful.
When studying Indonesian, Wawan wrote a long poem and it was very good words. And he said it was for Anggi. Even his behavior really shows that he loves Anggi.
Shuttle, chocolates, rest treaties, dolls, and much more evidence of his sacrifice to Anggi. And lately Wawan's attitude towards Zahid is a little different. He sometimes looked at Zahid with cynical and hateful views.
But Zahid is apathetic. To him, human praise and reproach were the same, so he didn't take the dizzy. Even once fitting a sports lesson again, playing basketball, Wawan deliberately pushed Uzlah, so Uzlah fell and injured.
Wawan is unlikely to be able to drop and nurture Zahid because he knows Zahid physically strong and his guts high. That's why he's babysitting his best friend just let Zahid hooked.
Zahid was angry. Uzlah was then taken to the UKS to get treatment. Zahid angrily pushed Wawan's body so that it fell thumping.
“Actually you want to find trouble with me huh?!” Zahid's eyes glared. The veins on his face are tight. Blood rising.
Not yet had time to kick Wawan's body, Zahid was pulled by two students and marginalized. Zahid had prepared for the mechanical battle by exerting all his chakra. Two months of karate made him more confident.
Wawan does not want the business too long, so he went straight to the point. “Do not approach Anggi!”
Zahid surprised. Then he asked to be released from the grip of the two students on his left and right sides. “So that's why you're willing to cheat on me and my friends?! Stupid fool!” zahid was getting louder. Kendangnya Wawan body that had previously sprawled on the field.
Yuk!!!
“Take there your angel! Why am I his girlfriend?!” Zahid left Wawan who grimaced in agony about football.
Then Zahid approached Uzlah in the UKS and recounted the incident just now.
“How Uzzlah do you think the Wawan?”
“Maybe he's afraid there's a rival chasing Anggi too.” Answer Uzlah. His body is still lying limp.
“He was actually upset with me. But he didn't dare. Uh even make you like this. Very funny.”
“So you got into a fight with him?”
“He did not fight. Body only big.”
“But you like it or not the same Anggi?”
“Like does not mean to have, Uzlah. After all, girls will only damage the concentration of learning.”
“Mending learn yes from dating.”
“Mending learn and play from dating. We are still Junior High. Why also dating?”
“True, Zahid. Focus on learning first. But if I notice that Anggi seems to have a crush on you.”
“Ah. What the fuck are you Uzlah. I've been labeled strange by teachers and students. Where might she like me.”
“There's proof. Can you not read a girl's eyes?”
“No. How to read book.”
“You should be sensitive as well Zahid. Look at her attitude the same you have been for a few days. A lot of people are here, but he's just asking you.”
“Eh. Our seats and he's far away. Yes also well.”
“But because you already will not be close to him and willing Anggi with Wawan. Yes already. Rice is already porridge. Physical changes. It is impossible to come back.”
“Paper is already ash. It is impossible to go back to the origin anymore. Physical changes. Uh, that's a science or a personal explanation anyway. How the hell?”
Uzlah laughs. “Both are true.”
This afternoon after the sale, Uzlah cycling to Zahid's house. He parked his bike and went inside. Zahid was playing the playstation by himself.
“Cute yes!” invite Uzlah to seduce. He put his bag on the bed.
“I don't like Uzzlah. You're the one who's in the race.”
“Cerpen and the poem I made. It's in the bag. You just install the body, Zahid.”
“Gosh. I said I don't like stories and poems. Mending playing ball. I'm sure girls read poetry.”
“You've never been able to charter and trophy. Later if you can be sure happy it feels.”
“I don't like the Uzlah award. I learned it to know, to change myself for the better, to apply in life and to benefit others. Not cuddle trophy award.”
“You don't want your parents to be proud? You don't want to see them happy because you got achievements, got awards? Now that's how we as children make mom and dad proud and happy.”
“Many ways to make them happy, Bocil. We are still Junior High. Far away you think.”
“Zahid, you haven't felt like what I'm feeling. I no longer have a father. I really want it to make him proud and happy.”
Zahid shut down tv and ps. “Uzlah, do not force this new fish to be able to swim high!”
“You're always like that when you're given advice. I don't have any friends to run that race.”
“In our class how many people are coming?”
“Wawan is definitely it. Anggi if it is not wrong come along too. Sapta and Leo. I forget. There are two more girls coming.”
“That's a lot of your friends coming. I pray that you're champion one. Must be champion one! Make me proud. Ha ha ha ha.” Zahid laughed loudly.
And that day came. More than fifty students participated in the annual event this time. All students from seventh, eighth and ninth grades are welcome to attend.
Participants must write and read poetry in front of judges, teachers, and students. The poem is about the hero's struggle. Then with the same theme also write short stories with a number of words between 800 – 1000 words.
Uzlah was able to write short stories and poems within an hour. And practice reading it within an hour as well. The writing is very nice and neat, but the obstacle is confidence.
Prior to the race, Zahid motivated and provided tremendous support so that Uzlah could win the race. Zahid continued to convince Uzlah that Uzlah could speak in public with courage and confidence.
“You must be calm Uzlah. Don't minder.”
When it was his turn. In front of him were the judges, teachers and office staff. The rest of the students sat down neatly. From there on a rotating basis the race participants read out his poetry.
Because of the theme of the hero's struggle, then there were some students who shouted hysterically to live every strand of poetry he read while doing body language like clenching hands and expression like a hero.
Nervous little.....
Uzlah sighed after seeing the people in front of him.
Don't nervous....
Must be confident....
Poetry:
Let blood spill for the country
Tears of struggle fell to the earth
Keep fighting until later
NKRI dead price
Only four lines. Not many. But the delivery of Uzzlah this morning was fascinating. He speaks not only in spoken language, but in body language, so judges and teachers judge not only textually but also contextually.
Only this time Zahid acknowledged the courage of Uzlah to appear in public. Previously Uzlah was a shy person. But for today, Zahid is so proud, so proud.
The story written by Uzlah was very neat. Each character is made so character and the plot presented so sharp that when reading it as if watching a movie and while reading poetry because of the high language used.
And it's true. After the announcement of the winner, everyone knows who will be the champion. Of course Uzlah. He won two trophies, one two seeds. Champions read poetry and write short stories.
In addition to using his left brain in scientific thinking, Uzlah is also good at processing his right brain in imaginative thinking and making literary works such as writing poetry and short stories.
Science and literature were not scary things to him, both were like two sides of a coin, complementing one and the other. Since this time Uzlah has often written other literary works as a private collection.
After winning the school competition, Uzlah then challenged to follow other races, such as the inter-school race in the city, and he was eager for other awards.
