
The three of them continued walking towards the hall of the parlour. Not long after that they had arrived before the door of the hall that was already wide open. The spacious parlour hall door was wide and tall, the child who was working was seen from the door that opened. There are those who clean the floor there are those who arrange chairs, some check the sound system on the stage. The front of the hall is a higher floor building used for the stage. Seen Nesya immediately ran towards the stage, she would later come forward to read the poem.
Mr. Jemari and Marginah are still standing glued to the door.
“Pak, Well... let's advance here. We practice standing and talking here. Let later be able to master the stage.” shouted Nesya. Marginah and Jemari looked at each other.
“Sana Pak join Nesya I will sit in the back.” said Marginah while pushing the body of her Father.
“You will be the speech representing me.” said Mr. Jemari instead of pushing Marginah's body.
“I have now deg deg an Pak, especially later when seen by friends and Ibu Sari.” said Marginah did not move despite being encouraged by her Father.
“Ha yo podo, the same is that I have also deg degan welan.” said Mr. Jemari whose palm was already coldly trembling.
The other children turned to look at Nesya and the place where Marginah and Pak Jemari stood. Nesya continued to shout calling Mr. Jemari and Marginah to go up on stage. While he was still standing glued, Angga and Mas Budi walked in the hall door they both carried guitars in each hand.
“Kok even dumbfounded here, let's go in.” said Angga when he saw Mr. Jemari and Marginah still standing glued near the entrance of the hall. Angga and Mas Budi continued walking and they both sat down on the chairs in the hall. The two of them sat close together and looked busy trying to play the guitar like they were tuning the guitar beam.
Nesya who failed to call Mr. Jemari and Marginah then got off the stage and walked closer to the seat of Angga and Mas Budi.
“Mas, Nga it Pak Jemari and Marginah even frightened by the event later tonight.” Nesya said while pulling one of the chairs and sitting near the two of them. Angga and Mas Budi who heard Nesya's words then stopped his activities.
“Fear?” asked Angga with a surprised face, astonished because there will be an event to have fun.
“Iya afraid if told a speech.” said Nesya seriously.
“What speech? Presidential speech kik... kik.. kik..” said Angga then laughed. And then he got up and walked towards where Mr. Jemari and Marginah stood .
“Come on Sir, Well.sit on what chair would like to participate in singing exercises. Do not think about the presidential speech.” said Angga while pulling the hand of Mr. Jemari and Marginah.
“What presidential speech, I really think again what to say during the farewell speech later.” muttered Mr. Jemari who was heard by Angga.
“Who said Mr Jemari should speech?” ask Mas Budi when Mr. Jemari is sitting in a chair nearby. Mr. Jemari and Marginah looked at Nesya.
“Iya right Mbak there is a welcome event from Pak Jemari?” nesya shouted while looking towards the Rose. The rose nodded its head.
“Iya after the welcome Mother Sari.” shouted Rose later. Mr. Jemari and Marginah face more and more paled when hearing the answer from the Roseni.
“That's not a speech sir. Pak Jemari can just say thank you is enough. “ said Mas Budi. Marginah then stood up and then walked to the seat of the Rose.
“Mbak welcome event My father should say what. Me and my Father are afraid.” said Marginah while staring at the Rose.
“Typically just say good night, keep saying thanks, stories about what was pleasing in the heart while in the parlor. Gitu Nah's... Do not be afraid like Mr. Jemari saying goodbye time in Ibu Sari it is only now in front of many children.” replied Mawarni.
“Nih you just write here, later so that your father who read does not need much.” said Mawarni while extending paper and pen to Marginah.
“Mbak Mawarni teach me and Mr yes.” said Marginah while receiving paper and pen. Rose nodded her head and she would gladly teach Marginah. Marginah called her father to come closer. After Mr. Jemari approached Marginah explained to Mr. Jemari.
“Ya you have written, write a big one so that later I read time is not difficult.” said Mr. Jemari look happy and agree with the advice of Mawarni. Marginah then wrote beginning with greeting and thank you and wrote about things that are pleasing to the heart of Mr. Jemari, Mr. Jemari said a lot about things that are interesting in his heart, starting from a kind-hearted person, trying to ride a rickshaw, climbing a rambutan tree, getting a new child, Nesya, acquaintance with Angga and so on...
“Pak I'm tired of writing, do not just write, later Mr. talking so on stage.” said Marginah while giving the paper to his Father.
“Yes already here, I want to go to the room, want to practice speech eh wrong not speech give a welcome word.” said Mr. Jemari while receiving a paper from Marginah then he will leave the hall.
“Pak not many stories yes.the time is only fifteen minutes.” cried Roseni. Jemari turned and nodded her head.
“Thanks yes Mbak.” says Marginah.
“Yes Well, here we all learn. I used to not be able to at first, when I first used the mic my voice vibrated shakes my palms cold and sweat out the taste of the mic I was holding would fall from my hand. But long ago it was common. I'm at school if there's an event, I'm always the MC. There are events in the village hall also sometimes used.” said Mawarni while staring at Marginah. Looks Marginah is also very eager like the Rose can fluent talk on stage.
“I taught Mbak, I also want to like Mbak Mawarni.” said Marginah.
“Ya you will be the MC of me. There is an event like this can be for our training Nah.” said Mawarni, and Marginah who wants to like Mawarni nodded in agreement. They both look busy sharing tasks and then rehearsals. Nesya, Angga and Mas Budi look happy when Marginah is seen with Mawarni on the training stage to be the MC.