Grabbing Asa
National Examinations

H-30 ahead of the National Examination, keeps us busy with our respective activities. I was busy learning to prepare for the national exam, as well as Faris.

“Mbak, <TAG1>,.. Mbak” Faris ran at me

“What's up, Ris?” much

“We lose a lot, Ma'am, Faris has tried to count several times, the results remain the same” he said panic

“kok can?” I just can't believe it

“consumers canceled the order this morning while the cake was made, so we have to cover this cake, Mbak” he said

I was sitting limp, because the busyness we live makes us negligent in business. I sighed softly, sometimes I felt tired and wanted to run far away but I was also unable to avoid the fate that was written,

“Mbak, sorry,” said

“Already, Ris, not your fault, indeed the wrong Mbak, too relaxed and already satisfied,” I said slowly

I walked into the room, I felt so tired today, I looked at the photo that reminded me of the figure of Mother, She who never complained and always patiently faced every problem.

“Enough, just bad enough for today. As soon as you get up, you tough ones should come back. The world is too painful if you stoop too long. Restrain your back and shoulders. I'm sorry, I don't love you, but the universe won't care you're down. If it is not your feet that walk, then who will bring it to the destination?.

I'mawakened. The dream brought me back to memory, where everything is still hunting with green field. Without black scratches the loss of white canvas, attracting cuts and laughter.

“You are the only agent for your own change.” Faris approached me who was dumbstruck

“Teacher Faris once said that to Faris, Ma'am, when Faris slumped in the past” he said again

“as soon as azaan, Ma'am, Faris said to the mosque” Faris went to leave me in the room alone

I looked at the photo I was holding. Staring at Mom with a smile, my eyes blurred, I let my tears flow. I was dissolved in the chanting of the azan, in a longing I could not describe .

“I miss you, Bu” my inner moans are poignant

I hurried to take my wudu, I spread out my prayer mat, prostrated to ask forgiveness from the almighty, poured out what I had been craving. I go out in my confessions, will it be heard like a khaulah voice? The woman who heard her complaints from the seventh heaven. I said my lips and my mouth, I immersed in remembrance in qolbu in a prayer mat tucked in prayer so that my groaning could be heard in the sky.

I started everything from the beginning. The money I had left to spend on baking capital, I was trying to divide my time, to study and to do business. This venture I managed together with Faris, we have taken responsibility, so what we did was a commitment, not one or several reasons.

H-7 I was busier than usual, filling in the questions expected to be included in the National exam. Sometimes I have to give up, sometimes Faris has to give up. We need to be able to understand each other, work well together and be committed to our plans.

The National Examination was getting closer, Faris and I were both selfish, no one wanted to give up on selling and packing to send the cakes I had made.

“still a lot of things that Mbak has not done, you will have finished his Try Out yesterday”, I said

“ck, anyway I don't want, Mbak it just comes with the package, so don't be too serious to learn, later also pass” he said cynically

Faris left me again, I had to give up. I also have the same dream, what's wrong if I just school package, anyway the most important intention and desire. My tears flowed without being ruled, my heart felt pain with Faris' words. But I kept smiling, trying to cover up this pain. Shakingly I cleared all the orders, packed them and sent them immediately. My logic tells me to stop pretending, my heart drags forcefully to look strong. The reality of slapping yourself is not as loud as it seems. I cried for a time to stop torturing me.

A bright morning, the sun shines very bright, but the ground still leaves wet the rest of the rain, even as breezy wind still always carries the rest of the drizzle wet earth. Like I greet the world with the most beautiful smile, greet the world with a mask wrapped in happy.

I immediately got ready to take the National exam, I left without talking to Faris, I traveled by public transport. My PKBM went to one of the secondary schools in Jakarta. I came in the morning when the school was quiet, I sat in the school corridor, I came out of the book in the bag, to study again before the exam began.

Now my friends and I are in class, facing exam questions. I was so focused that even my friend called me I didn't look.

“25 minutes more” said one of the supervisors

I'm panicking. The materials I have learned are gone instantly. I can't remember. I repeatedly hit my head with a pencil but I still don't remember it. Until the voice of one of the inspectors shocked me

“timeout” said one of the supervisors

I took a slow breath, I collected my exam papers, then went out and went back to study to take the next exam.

I don't feel like time is going fast, I've taken a week of national exams. Now I can breathe with relief.

Now I am in the garden, staring at the twilight with a happy smile. Someone came up to me and gave me a drink I liked.

“maaf” said

“Sorry, Mbak”

I'm still silent

“Sorry, Faris is too selfish”

“Mbak is wrong, Ris, already, it has passed, Mbak has finished the test, tomorrow week you are not the test?” ask me to divert

“iya, Mbak” said

We talked coolly, forgetting about what happened back then. Now that I am in charge of this cake business, I let Faris focus on studying and doing the National exam well so that she can get into the school she wants.