INDIGO “SANG INVISIBLE MATA”
CHAPTER IX NEW END !!!
(SMA N xx Palembang, 09.00 WIB)
(Akbar's Point of View)
One week passed after the grueling race, Monday after the race when the announcement of the flag ceremony of the PMR's big victory was echoed. The students and teachers finally saw and glanced at us as successful extracurriculars, even better after last year had a lot of problems.
After the ceremony we were again given free time to rest, of course all my friends went to the cafeteria and UKS as a gathering place. In the morning we took pictures with the victory trophy and got a lot of congratulations, while in the afternoon we were treated by Coach Kak Gunawan because he was proud that his students succeeded.
Rice book (a type of canteen food) is free, the food sold alone in the store is now distributed without pay to us all suitable to fill the stomach during lunch time.
Even though we didn't pay, I knew that Mr. Gun wouldn't just give away his merchandise, but I was told by his wife that Bu Septi Pembina PMR had paid for all the food for his protege for successfully becoming a General Champion.
When we had free time like this I stood on the library steps thinking back to meeting Cindi.
“Yes that time I ran out of the race too, straight here and saw a big presence in a narrow place like thismy inner” while looking at the library door
Memories like before will never come back but I definitely keep remembering them, an unforgettable feeling even if it is only a few days but it is enough for me. Not a time to reflect, the road has been seen I have to step foot to where I should be. Wishing my ultimate goal was the same as my dream, to be a normal person.
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( SMA N xx Palembang, Day H Final Semester Exam)
(Akbar's Point of View)
School days have stopped for a few days because the test has been waiting, since after the race I spent more time studying. How not, a week after that tough race now I have to face the Mid-Semester exam.
Although my daily repetition is satisfying but my self-confidence still haunts me, especially I know that in my class there are some people I am wary of. Ainur, Anna, Agustina, Agus and Osama.
One week of testing I felt my brain and body were not functioning properly. Even if I continue reading maybe I'll throw up because I see letters and numbers.
In addition I myself increasingly feel if my inner eyes continue to open a little by a little, without the help of Cindi's mirror I can see their existence clearly.
The problem was that at that time I was facing the test, they were bothering me with their appearance, whether it was kuntilanak, tuyul, long-necked ghosts, black and white shadows like the existence of ordinary living beings like humans.
Until I realized from when I started this brave, even with Cindi gone I might have developed, right, to be a brave man.
“Bismillahirahmanirahim” do’a me before writing the answer on the answer paper
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(Ainur Viewing Angle)
A week or so passed, the exam was finished by leaving a deep dissatisfaction how not so many difficult questions came out on the exam this time. But for me it was very easy because I had learned it, regardless of right or wrong.
But it doesn't matter because everything has passed and can't be reworked, now I just have to do a lot of’a and wilful will be the maximum result for the test score.
I. do not want to lose again to Akbar, since Junior High I always get the first champion but seeing Akbar always great in the daily test I think if in the sky still stands a higher sky.
Even when he got the win with PMR I felt he was one step ahead of me. Although I have been known in the school but there is no meaning if it is not famous outside, right.this is my selfish desire since long ago.
“Good children please wait outside let your parents who enter”
"Good bu” replied simultaneously to the students
I myself stood at the door of the class, talking with Dedek to get rid of the tension. A small voice from the homeroom teacher mentioned the names of children who excel in academics.
“Good gentlemen, I will tell anyone our children who reach the rank of 1-3” said Mr. Sumardi our homeroom teacher
Instantly the silent atmosphere was mixed with tension, but just now a lot of joking laughter was heard. When Mr. Sumardi mentioned the ranking list of classmates in the group eavesdropped behind the windows and doors.
I slightly glanced at Akbar, it turned out that he did not wince from where he was. Sitting on the floor barefoot, he was having a nice chat with Abdul and Rehan.
“Good for first place Ainur, second place Akbar, third place Anna Nur. To the parents mentioned the names please forward” Mr. Sumardi directly mention the names without any space to make us tense
However, I am grateful for being able to take a place in the first rank. I haven't lost, but I still keep going after Akbar.
He himself was second, my satisfaction with winning lost with the fear of losing that position. That's why I won't lose and try to be number one.
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(Akbar's Point of View)
When I heard the announcement, the tension did not stop flowing and I could not believe that I only finished second. “I didn't think it turned out that Ainur was really a smart woman” praise myself to Ainur
After the completion of the rapot distribution event all parents' expressions can be guessed. I myself was satisfied and went straight to my mother to take her home.
Well no need to think anyway I also already know the results, indeed different first rank from SMP. But it does not matter because what you think.after finishing the exam. “Yeeee...entertain.main as much” my inner cry.