The Toga Rahayu

Welcoming

One afternoon in a small village in East Java.

“Sum Rahayu want to callon”,Rapidate my neighbor in the village.

“Rahayu?rahayu my son?”

“Iya Rahayu wants a phone call, let's hurry to my house briefly”

With a step in throngs of mothers towards the house of the monk Narsih who was not far from my house.

“Halo Assalamualaikum bu”

“Buk This Rahayu” My words greet the mother who is far away there.

“Waalaikumsalam Rahayu? Rahayu my son? This is nak”'s mom. Mother replied to the phone from a distance, really longing to hear the mother's voice.

“Iya bu this Rahayu, bu Rahayu won pimnas”

“Alhamdulilah mom is very cool son, pimnas it opo yu?”, With a hysterical voice mom was very happy when she found out I won the pimnas race but mom did not understand her point.

“Mum race, rahayu keep on winning”. My answer to mother, there is no way I explain at length about the pimnas to mother, my hunting pulse runs out and mother does not necessarily understand the meaning.

“Piye how are you doing nak?”

“So healthy mom, rahayu immediately sane, mom do not have to think about Rahayu's meal money, thank you my scholarship has melted bu”

“Alhamdulilah son, I'm happy to hear it”

“Grandfather and younger brothers how bu?”

“Alhamdulilah healthy all son, healthy kabeh”

Tut tut tut disconnected phone connection seems pulsaku has run out. Let's next time if there's a chance let me call again and again not nice phone long time borrow the neighbor's HP.

My parents didn't have HP, I understand my family was more concerned with stomach matters than buying things we didn't really need, the most important thing in life we can eat and survive alone is already very grateful.

Still in the same hall where the announcement of the pimnas was, there was still a yel-yel that never tired in I was held by all participants of the race, each participant shouted their respective return yells. The atmosphere was very boisterous all rejoicing for the victorious. The closing ceremony closed with an art performance from the host organizers.

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At exactly 14:00 we arrived in Malang safely again, the bus began to enter the campus area and immediately parked. Me and my friends started to go down the atmosphere looking different like never before.

The contingent of race participants came greeted with a lumping horse dance that danced along the right parking bus to the rectorate. All the race participants looked very happy. In addition to the horse lumping the arrival of the participants of the race is also welcomed with a variety of clowns who are various costumes and mascots of our proud University.

I walked in tandem with mas Andika with mbak Sarah and mas Dimas who were behind us, of course followed by other contestants. Right in front of the rector's lobby we were startled back with an unexpected surprise in my opinion. For participants who race and get gold will get a garland of flowers from the rector.

You guys know what it's like? It's a pleasure that has never been imagined in my life. The Rector started pouring flower arrangements on me and Andika mas also some friends who got gold in this match.

“Yu are you happy not?” whispered Andika who was walking next to me.

“I if again walk side by side and put on a flower necklace like this feel like a regent yu”

“Ha why?” my words that do not understand Andika's words.

“He is an official who is welcomed by his people when returning from the service or duty of the country”

“oh gitu mas”

“iya yu, feels like an office that is on the road with his wife and welcomed his people”

Deg mas Andika why do you always make me helpless, always shattering my feelings. As much as I can shake off all the flavors that are on you, but why do you always cultivate it until the taste grows and develops lushly.

“Iya mas me who became his people are ready to welcome you” I replied to neutralize feelings.

“kok people anyway, do not want what to be the wife of the official?” mas Andika.

“ not interested at all so the wife of the official, tired of making coffee for guest”, I replied a little annoyed because Andika mas keep making me baper and laper.

“Sih so not clear cut” while mas Andika ruffled my hood.

I was quick to find a seat that was a bit far from the Andika mas, close to the Andika mas for too long to make the heart unhealthy. I chose the seat that was at the very end, deliberately let it be closer to the buffet table.

The welcoming event began with a speech from our rector who thanked him profusely for fighting on the field with the best until he brought back the throne of champion Adhikarta Kerta Jaya on earth Bra.

The rector said something that I will remember throughout my journey, he said try and do as much as possible, but you must know that the only thing that determines the outcome is God and your duty is to learn to get better and better. From there I understood that the most important value of a race lies not in how good the champion is, but how much learning is taken.

The pimnas welcoming event was closed with cordial hospitality, all participants were welcome to take food that had been provided by the committee, all participants were acquainted with different friends of the faculty. The dining event was accompanied by live music offerings from the university floice band.

I chose a seat that was at the very end and close to the buffet table to make it easier to get food first, it turns out my prediction was wrong, when participants are allowed to take a meal all immediately scattered to the buffet table. Because my body is small so it can be easily shifted other participants who look very hungry.

I quickly headed to the buffet table to grab a meal, without thinking that the food was over. I switched to a drinking place there that was left with only dawet ayu. I took a bowl of dawet ayu to prop up my stomach that was thrashing.

“Don't eat mbak”, greet someone behind me.

I ignored him, I quickly drank the dawet ayu that was in my lap most mas Andika who was a seductive prank.

“Halo mbak, why not eat?”

“No part” I said with a little annoyance without seeing who invited me to talk.

“This is for you, I just ate earlier on the bus before going down” he said while offering a portion of food complete with rice, fish and friends.

I am still reluctant to see it, I am more interested in enjoying the dawet ayu that is clearly already mine.

“Eat me mbak darling if not kemakan, actually I am still very full” he continues to thrust the plate in front of me.

If you are still full why take food, if I am hungry so I do not get food, I said in my heart.Because it continues to force me to lift my head and it turns out he?