INDIGO “SANG INVISIBLE MATA”
CHAPTER VIII OF THE RACE!

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(SMA Negeri xx Palembang)

One of my best friends moved away leaving sweet and bitter memories at heart, a schoolgirl with special abilities in spiritual matters, she was named Cindi the indigo child.

An experience that led to a big problem we have gone through even though he will never come back. Starting from seeing the obvious apparitions of the subtle creatures, communicating with them, trying to deal with them even nearly lost their lives because of it.

My only memory with him is a magical mirror that can make me see the subtle creatures clearly.

A few days after the big incident at the home of the victims of the Cindi school suicide tragedy never entered again. his house was no one maybe he had moved to another place even though the business with the school here was not finished.

“Well, memories yes memories, past yes past, future yes future. Now I have to train to face the race in plain sight with the extracurricular PMR” I think now in the UKS

While the other students were busy with class lessons, I and the other PMR members outside did the exercises with the permission of the Dispensation letter from the school. Because tomorrow is race day, our training today must be very heavy plus orders from Kak Gun as a coach.

“As you have done today, just remember today's practice for tomorrow. And surely you already know what it's like to do a race in front of a jury but this time it's different because in addition to using a lot of energy but the most important thing is your sense” said Kak Gun while pointing his head

“Ready sister!” firmly we are at once who are now in a neatly lined up like soldiers

“Just remember this, training is a race and the race is a training, so the exercise was very heavy so you can feel the atmosphere of the race then for tomorrow in the race just think of it as exercise”

“Ready sister!”

“Then we finish training today, tomorrow do not be late” Kak Gun ended training today and left the UKS ushered by Citra

Even though the coach has ended training but not for our seniors, they are holding us back until they get tired of the time. Although I do not like it a little because I just spend time and energy to play around, but there I also found a new bond.

“So deck, tomorrow do not be late yes we gather first in the Company Gang. Tomorrow the men transport goods from UKS to Bis”

“Kak can tanya” Osama raise his hand while standing

“Iya Osama bin Laden” said brother Fani gave a nickname to Osama as well as the world leader of Al-Qaeda

“Tomorrow to collect what time sis and wear what clothes for us PP with blood donor?” two questions in one breath by Osama

“Iya Os yes who patiently asked” kak Fani mocked Osama

“Tomorrow at 6.30 is already in the Company Gang, at 07.00 we leave. Wear sportswear as usual, except for blood donors, RSPS and RPS carry white clothes as well. Know?!” brother Azizah answered Osama's question firmly

“Good brother. Ngerti” Osama's courage collapsed immediately hearing Azizah's brother speak

I myself held back a laugh when I saw Osama probably because it was funny, while I saw some of my other friends started to get tired of standing up.

“Capek...tired..and want to go home quickly.I think 21 people are the same as me”.

“Oke today until here first, go home straight to rest. Bareta lead do’a” said brother Azizah while taking her own bag

“Good friends before we go home it's good we BERTO’a. Berdo’a start” Bareta leads do’a because he has a high body size and precisely stands in front of the row

Do’a finished in panjatkan, then proceed with respect before going home, “Siap thanks!” the 10th grader greeted the 11th grade senior

“Back you” heard that word all the rows disperse regularly and the others took their bags each

“Akbar can wait a minute” said brother Aisyah called me in the middle of a crowd of humans who want to go home quickly

“Ah, yes kak” I approached brother Aisyah with a sneer in the heart, “What else is this? Though I want to quickly go home”

“Ehm, could not Akbar do not go home first. Anyone want sister talk”

“Iya kak can” I quickly answered subconsciously but I realize why I said it when it can be rejected

UKS began to deserted my classmates had left even seniors lived Aisyah, brother Diajeng, brother Rizki and brother Fani. In my mind if these four seniors are still here and want to talk to me, it means that the speaker will be serious and long.

“Dek help sister lift bamboo stretcher in the room in yuk” with sister Rizki

“Oath! Weird!” a feeling of fear came to me for some reason but I began to feel that something was planned by the seniors to me, unconsciously the negative thoughts had mastered and made me think a no-no

Cold and hot I feel at the same time, “What are they planning?” at that time I was just following their words but I remained cautious and kept my distance

“It is now Syah” I heard Mr. Diajeng forced Aisyah from the patient's outdoor

Even so I did not pay attention to them because now I pay attention to brother Fani and brother Rizki, but I think at that time it was a plan to judge juniors or provide an important task for me.

Brother Aisyah came to stand in front of the door of the room to make me stop moving looking at her strange behavior, like a person who is not resistant to urinating. My heart suddenly thumped at the thought of what had happened.

“Ak.bar, emmm” brother Aisyah called me shyly

“Ah yes brother why?” I turned to him so I could talk easily

“I..ini!” “Eh?” sister Aisyah gave me a pink letter after which she left without saying goodbye, “That was..daahh.”.

“Hehh time just like that” kak Fani looks disappointed to see kak Aisyah leave

“Eh I'm waiting for me” kak Diajeng chased after Aisyah while taking her bag left behind in UKS

I myself was covered with confusion and fear, even though only for a moment my heart was beating fast when Asiyah's leg gave me a letter.

“What is this letter?” askaku to Kak Fani and Kak Rizki still look disappointed about what happened

“Yes, the important thing is he's been brave. Well Bar just stay you now, what's your answer?” ask brother Fani to make me not understand his words

“Answers? What answers kak?” I opened and read the contents of the letter from Brother Aisyah

Love letter I did not think I received from Aisyah's sister.so this is the reason she waited for me just to give a paper containing her feelings for me. Reading every word in the letter my face was hot and my heart was pounding. The end of the letter given by Aisyah was my answer to her declaration of love and it confused me.

Aisyah is beautiful and kind but sometimes chatty and creepy, but this is a difficult choice for me because there is a rule in the PMR prohibiting fellow members from dating each other. But I think the power of love is greater than the rules because the proof is that Aisyah painstakingly expressed her love for me, now I live “accept or reject her”.

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(Gb. Company, 06.00 WIB)

The morning dust soaked my eyes and skin, the cold morning breeze made me sick to my stomach. Moreover, knowing that today there is an important race makes me nervous to death.

Osama and I boarded a motor vehicle to drive race goods from the UKS to the Gg meeting place. Company, not a few luggage that made me almost fall from the motorbike, but lucky I did not bring a bamboo stretcher that was high and quite heavy.

Time discipline means to us at exactly 06.30 as the promise said by Brother Azizah yesterday we have been fully assembled. The race has not started yet but me and the male members have been exhausted from transporting goods.

Even so there was no break for us, other than the 2nd class senior turned out to be 3rd class or often called Megas as well.

“Okay the sisters are all complete? Nothing left behind?” tanya sak Slamet as former PMR 3rd class chairman

“Ready brother!” answer us members of 1st and 2nd grade simultaneously

“Okay then we leave”

We immediately boarded a bus that had been rented, although the bus was quite large but could not accommodate a lot of equipment load. As a result there are 1st class members who go on motorcycles, but it is not a problem in my opinion because the race place is at Xx High School a neighboring school with our school.

The first day of the race from the start of the departure until the first race is over all goes smoothly. All my friends, seniors and even megas fought and worked together to achieve the goal, which was to become the General Champion.

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(Sunday, Second Day of the Race)

The second day, cloudy weather adorns the morning sky even though it is soon to enter noon. Me and my friends had just finished the Men's First Aid race, tired and relieved to have done their best in judging hoping we could get the most out of it.

“Ahhh tirednya, although the lomba in the room but still deg-degan also” said Agus immediately slept on a table that has been arranged so that no other school belongings are lost

“Buy es yuk” invite Adrian

“OK come” Harry and Agus agree

The trio left the class base without senior permission or megas, even though I didn't want to reprimand them for fear of misunderstanding.

But I know if they leave for sure the answer will come after we get home later,

“Definitely be punished by the first” my inner seeing Agus and his friends go without permission to senior and megas

But now is not the time to look for problems, our task is still a lot, other friends are still in the quarantine place of each race. Struggling to win the race, even so I still have one more race left for me. Leadership, the last race for our school.

A few hours after all the members had gathered at lunch arrived, it was possible for an extracurricular other than 3P lunch to be done at any time. In contrast to the Scout, Paskibraka, and PMR excrement precisely for us lunch is the thing that is awaited and not cooled.

“You've brought the food, right?”

“Any yes kak” all 10th class already made a circle row for lunch

“Lauknya ceplok eggs, crackers, soy sauce and vegetable kale right?” ask Rizki

“Iya kak” replied me

“Who has lunch incomplete?”

As soon as we looked at each other, no one claimed to be all 10th grade bringing his lunch.

“Siap kak bring all” firmly I replied

“Oke, then. Akbar lead do’a before eating”

“Good friends before we eat it's good we berto’a. Berdo’a start!” everything’a berkhusyuk “Completed!”

“Marii makann!” it is our habit before eating to say this

“Eating time 5 minutes yes!” at once we were really surprised, how can we spend food for 5 minutes, I myself do not matter but here there are people who do not like rice and eat it slow

“If through eating it mixed” added Rizki looks like an invader who gives slaves food

This is what makes us wait and hate eating with seniors, not enjoying even tormented. It's good that we do this, though,

“Wahhh how is this not over” shouted Agustina whose lunch box is still intact

“Woy eat Tn!” agus told Agustina

“Well gus please abisin. I do not like nasi” said Agustina gave her lunch box to Agus without pity to see Agus still eating his own provisions

“Let's woy, mine just haven't finished” Agus ate while angry

“2 minutes more” kak Rizki wiggling mobile phone on screen there is a stopwatch time

“I also” I put the lunch box to the floor while breathing

“Nah Osama, Ferdi helps eatin mineu” said Agustina gave her lunch box

Yes this is the reason I do not like to eat together, because the female members are very spoiled and like to make things difficult for me.

When I finished eating they asked for my help to spend it, with a side dish that does not tempt to make the appetite disappear but forced because of the obligation to help so as not to get punished.

“Nah Ferdi please mine also” Indria also ask for my help

Seeing that, I stared at the other boys, Bareta, Fahri, Agus, Adrian, Harry, and Babay still struggling to spend their own lunch.

“Danc**whose man was a long time ago”my mind grumbled

Without a second thought I helped eat their food, first I helped Indria because she was left a little more. “Krek...krek” crisp crackers sound from my mouth heard alone.

I also saw Osama helping me spend Melati food, yes maybe because he is his girlfriend then Osama precede Melati. But, after remaining 1 minute “No one has finished eating except me and Osama”

“Nah already Ndri” I handed her lunch box to Indria

“Oke time out. Stop!” my friends who have not finished their food immediately put down the spoon

Knowing what happened next they put their lunch boxes down, then Rizki's brother, Fani's brother, Azizah's brother and Aisyah's brother took one by one the lunch boxes whose food was still left. Selected from the twenty boxes were two large dining boxes, directly all the remaining food from those who had not been exhausted mixed into one in the lunch box.

For me eating have Indria alone is different from the taste of my stock if everything is mixed then it does not taste because “not tasty”

“Because there is still a little leftover brother add another” kak Rizki give the leftover food that has been stirred evenly it with brown ice water

“Crazy, add enek I” thought I made me no longer want to eat food again today

In front of the eyes is seen food that makes everyone think it is not worth consuming, dislike and want to vomit even if just looking at it.

Soy sauce rice, kale vegetables, and cow's eye eggs from 19 people mixed into one, stirred to make the color of the rice brownish black, coupled with brown ice water looks like porridge with vegetable sprinkles.

“Replace circularly eat it, the time is 5 minutes must be up!” said Rizki turn on the stopwatch on the phone

A large dining box with a mixture of leftovers in the grind one by one members of class 10 eat it by force, one bribe from everyone except Osama and Agus devoured up to three spoons.

I myself at the end can only help 2 spoons, in the mouth feels even though it is not a fancy food but the taste of the food is very diverse variants. My taste buds taste sweet from chocolate ice and soy sauce, bitter and salty from kale vegetables and eggs.

Two rounds of the lunchbox were exhausted but there was still one box left, they were not strong or did not like the food and the side dish began to show their disgust for the food in plain sight. Although the spoon is filled but not half, only a small piece of rice is taken.

“Come 2 minutes more!” kak Rizki was seen enjoying our lunch scene

Now the lunchbox is back in front of me, half left but there is only rice and kale vegetables, the eggs are exhausted by the female members for not eating rice.

“Badness I just left rice alone” I said in my heart

But as usual, having gotten used to eating the leftovers from my sisters inside me said that it was better to start finishing this meal. So without a second thought I ate almost half of the leftover food, not to feel it but to swallow it as soon as I crossed this hurdle.

“Em, emm...this is already” I gave the rest of a little rice to Haliya next to me

“Ih Bar this little bit leftover” Haliya gave the lunchbox back to me

“I'm not strong I”

“Bar if eating is not finished later pity the food”

“Kalo so why don't you just spend Hal?”

“No, plis bar” Haliya pleads with me

There is no choice because time goes on, I eat it all until it runs out. After I put down the lunchbox my friends cheered in relief, “Yehh Akbar is great!” happy face in front of me

“Lack to all of you!” I said in my heart, but I don't hate this, but it's nice to make me smile

***

(Gift Division, SMA x8 Palembang)

The school field was inundated by splashing water, drizzling on our bodies the participants of the race. All schools participants from inside and outside the city of Palembang gathered to form a row according to the school sign.

Be prepared to listen to the announcement of the division of wins and trophies, whose school wins and who should put more effort into it.

“Well I as Chairman of the SMANLAVAN Palembang race event committee first of all thanked the school that has participated in this activity…” the chairman of the Committee who is the former principal of our High School to be the moderator of the division of trophies

The air and the weather was quite cold because the rain had fallen but inside, especially the heart of the participants felt warm will be hot at that time, because we are impatient and do not stop ber’a so that each school gets a victory.

So did I, for a moment I had calmed my mind but after approaching the closing and division of the cup my heart became stubborn as if to get a special gift, as if to get a special gift,

“Bismillah Champion!” do’aku

“Adek if you are tired can sit kok” said brother Aisyah from behind watching

“Akbar here first” Brother Fani called me, I also immediately approached him to the back of the line

“So what's wrong?”

Brother Fani told me to sit on the cement floor of the field, along with – together with other seniors even we arrived Para Megas.

It seems they are very focused on the hope of winning because at this time I realize all the members of PMR SMA xx have gathered, the hard struggle we have done during training and in the race.

“Well now for the Red Cross Teen” Pak Dodot race the name of the former principal who became the chairman of this committee took the map containing the list of winners of the PMR race

“Good, PMR Contest.The third champion leader was won by SMA South Sumatra” a rumbling sound of applause was heard

“Vote two from the State High School 1 Palembang, and.” between the breaks I did’a so that we get the first champion because in this branch of the race we have tried our maximum possible, as well as in the competition, other friends were so silent waiting for the next sentence

“And the first champion won by SMA Negeri xx Palembang” with that word we all jumped for joy knowing we managed to get the first champion in the Leadership branch

“Woooow..yeeeee!!!…” cheer us with a loud voice

“One...one champion..Tio great yo, leader of the Leadership” branch said Agus made Harry big head.

“Good to the representatives of each school is expected to come forward to take the cup”

Harry advanced with a puffed-up chest as the representative took the winning trophy, as he returned to the trophy lineup it became a scramble to see how good his design would be.

But we know it is not over, there are still only one race and six additional races if we manage to get at least the first 5 championship trophies, there is no way we do not get the general champion.

“Good PMR Race, Kepalangmerahan Branch..first champion..SMA Country xx Palembang”.

“Woooowwww!!” the 10th grade was again excited to hear the name of our school to be champion one more

I saw the watch in my hand, 15 minutes before Azan Maghrib reverberated the announcement of the cup was still continuing, because the announcement of the PMR race was in the middle so we all knew we were going home late at night.

But it is not comparable to our current feeling of pleasure, after the announcement of the race between branches we do not believe that my school managed to get 6 first and 2 second place trophies.

The victory of the race from Leadership, Talisman, First Aid, Blood Donor, RSPS, and painting competition while the champion of two races Ayo Alert Disaster and stretcher race.

“Now..Public champion of the Youth Red Cross Competition won by.” Pak Dodot deliberately stopped talking as if he knew we were waiting for the results tense and full of emotion.

My school line is no longer neat, fatigue has been overcome but the spirit is still fiery. I felt it in my heart, I tried to calm down, but my body, especially my hands, was cold, impatient to hear the winner.

“Huft...huft” I blew the heat between my hands to keep from getting cold again

I know that way will not work for sure this tense feeling will disappear when the winner is mentioned, “ is SMaaaaa..” announcement moderator in play other schools also looks tense.

In the row of my school, Agus, Adrian, and Rian were sitting squatting in front of the row, Osama himself could still stand with the PMR flag in his right hand, while the female members sit below barefoot with their hands clasped while berdo’a. Me, Fahri and Bareta along with seniors and Megas stood behind the line looking at all the strange sights from everyone.

I just stood up while tucking both hands in the pockets of smiling jackets looking at their behavior, without forgetting this tense feeling I got a memory, she said,

“Yes, I will never forget this race my inner”

“Winner SMA Country xx!!!” hearing the name of our school called instantly without warning all the members stood up and shouted in excitement at the victory

“Woooowww!”

“Wooyy, general championmm!”

“Wwhoooo...!”.

Agus and Adrian jumped up and hugged, the female members immediately stood without orders and hugged each other as well as the female senior beside me. Instantly we felt happy not dear, mixed and sad the tension instantly disappeared.

“Woooo...Agus.Osama” somehow I mentioned the names of the two of them, I ran up to them and hugged without shame.

“Crazy managed woi...win!…we win!” I tried to hold back the tears but Osama and Agus must have seen my eyes rolling with tears even though they had not yet flowed

“Iya successfully!!”

‘Wha..ha..ha...I hebatan” said Agus.

The twilight almost passed and changed with the night, but after the handover of the PMR General Champion trophy all members of the 10th, 11th, and 12th classes, Junior, Senior and Megas celebrated the victory, and the victory was celebrated, take pictures to remember memories and history.

Finally PMR SMA xx got the general champion after falling asleep 7 years without bringing a general Champion though, but all ended up in our generation even though our first PMR General Champion was not satisfied with this result.

The race was not only followed by PMR alone but other extracurriculars such as Sangar Seni (Sangsen) and ITC (Technology and Computer Science) participated for our school. Unfortunately they only got a champion of hope even some did not get results.

Seeing PMR get a champion even though it is different extracurricular but we are still one school, right.

The three extraculikler took pictures and had fun in the middle of the big cup without realizing it was late at night,

“OK deck because it's been a night better we go home now. No need to use the line again directly to the bus ya” with a soft voice and a bit loud kak Slamet managed to break the deadlock will want to go home

“Yang guys please lift the Cup to the car kak Azizah ya” Kak Sinta as the former vice-chairman general gave the order

“Ready sister!” said the whole guy

That way the entire victory trophy is transported to Azizah's car to be moved to UKS SMA xx Palembang. Some of the guys were in Azizah's car, including me, while the rest got on the bus and used their bikes.

Two hard days we have been through together, the likes and sorrows are very felt, starting from the beginning of our arrival to the race place has been asked to push-up 50 times, he said, breakfast raw eggs mixed with tea, lunch mixed like leftovers, have fun and get to know each other members, laugh and fight while in the quarantine room of the race, and, and the tension awaits the announcement of the champions and the excitement as we celebrate the victory.

I can't forget even after 3 years, a sweet and bitter memory as two different ties that are “friends and family”

CHAPTER VIII..."THE RACE...?"...FINISHED