My Amar
4.Poetry Writer?!

Basically. You never know what talents there are, or what skills someone has.

We humans can only see outside. But we don't know what is in another human being.

Don't trust the eyes too much. Because of the eyes, can't see everything. You should also use your heart once in a while, to see what your eyes cannot see.

-oOo

That day is monday. I forgot the date. But, at that time, I was following the ceremony. It was the announcement of the winner, from the results of the race held how many days ago.

My class, being the most class to get a trophy. As I recall, we won the competition playing musical instruments, musical poetry, reading poetry, painting, making crafts, and custom clothing competitions. If not wrong.

Class proud. They are always the best class, he said. And I'm happy, even though I didn't win the race.

Something surprised me. Amar win. He actually won the poetry contest and beat me. I can't believe it, I thought he was just messing around at the time.

But there is something surprising besides Amar winning the poetry race. That is, he actually wrote a poem about me.

"The winner of the poetry contest was won by Amar Septian, from class 2 IPA 1. With the title of his work 'Ressaku'."

Amar ran to the middle of the field, to take his trophy after hearing the announcement just now. He lifted the cup while cheering loudly: "This is our trophy!"

Grade 2 IPA 1 cheering happily. They were happy to hear that the class was winning. And that's the only race they've won.

I'm shocked. Amar actually wrote a poem in my name. My face is blushing, and I'm ashamed. Many are staring at me. From then on, the teachers thought I was his girlfriend. My schoolmates also thought I was his girlfriend.

Since then, my name has been up in school. My name became famous, because it became the inspiration of the winner of the poetry contest.

-oOo

While in class, Hani asks about my relationship with Amar. I'll just tell you how bad it is, we're nothing. I'm not dating her.

Amar likes me that's okay. But not with me, I don't feel the same for him.

"I didn't expect Amar eta to write a poem about you, Res," Eneng said.

"Yes, me too" I replied, trying to resist embarrassment.

"It's like tea, he likes you" Ira said.

"Emang so katingali namah," said Hani confirmed.

I just ducked. Amar managed to make me embarrassed and misbehaved. I think he lied about writing a poem about me. I wondered what the poem Amar wrote was like. I never knew what his poem was. He said it was a secret.

"He is great" said Hani. "Every year wins wae."

"Yes. I ge sometimes, like to be made with him if there is an indo task," said Eneng.

Apparently, Eneng was a friend of Amar since Junior High. They used to be a class in Junior High, but now they're not.

Eneng told me. Kalo Amar, likes to write poetry at Junior High. He also likes to participate in poetry competitions and has won many awards.

At that time I was curious about who he was. Is he a bad boy or a good boy? He is an achievement, or even likes to make trouble? He's a poet, what's a baker?

-oOo

On my break I went to the cafeteria. At that time, I wish I could have met Amar. But unfortunately not, Amar wasn't there. I searched for him with my eyes, but he wasn't there.

I pretended to ask how many canteens were in this school to Hani. No way, I immediately asked Amar. Later, they increasingly assume that I am his girlfriend.

I don't want to be considered the troublemaker's girlfriend. I'm still scared about who he really is. I don't want to, he plunged and ruined my future.

Hani said, if in addition to the cafeteria, students were also a lot of snacks outside. He said, most boys like to snack out, in the shop, so they can smoke.

There are many shops near the school. Not just one. The name of the stall is also unique. Budeh warung, Babeh stall, Bi Ijah stall, Mang Aam stall. That's what I remember, and there are still many other stalls that are often used to hang out my school children.

-oOo

I was sitting on the bench. At that time, I had just finished studying mathematics. Now wait for the physics teacher to come in.

Amar came alone to my class. No one scolded him or greeted him. Except for Arif who greeted Amar, and Eneng who rebuked him not to come in here. The others were silent, I don't know why.

At the time, I thought everyone was afraid of him. He's like a villain, or a feared enemy of batman. But why should I be afraid of him? Indeed, who is he? A criminal? A killer?

Amar sat at the table. Right in front of me. Just like, when he was a baker. And don't forget, the bag is still in the sorennya. Like never being let go.

"Where?" ask Amar. "I won it?"

"Yes" I said.

"Thank you" said Amar. "I won thanks to you."

"Kok me?"

"But what does this have to do with me. The ones that write, are you."

"My wife is not very beautiful. Your name is beautiful, so I won. The jury's blown away, reading your name in my poem."

At that moment I blushed. Honestly, for some reason, only this time there is a flutter that can make me blush. Usually, I don't like the words.

I was curious about the poem Amar wrote at the time. But until now, I never knew what the poem was about. Amar said it was a secret.

"Can I get you a paper?" ask Amar.

I smashed the middle paper in my book with two sheets. I gave it to Amar. Amar wrote something.

Physics teacher, Mr. Haryono is coming. Amar gave the paper to me, then left because there was Pak Haryono.

He waved his hand while walking. I'm staring. He was like a hero as well as a villain named embroidery. You're confused who's embroidery? Yeah, that's how he was, confusing and mysterious back then.

-oOo

Ressaku II

Looking at her face makes me happy

He made me fall

Fall in a word called love

Without a word, or because

Ressa Arini's

You, with your charm

Gave me the strength to move my pen and write this poem

Your beauty will be lost by time

But my love will never fade on you

Thanks to jakarta

Because you are willing

Release a woman as beautiful as an angel

And let him settle in sukabumi

It was the poem Amar wrote, right in front of me. I read it in my bedroom at the time. I smiled after reading it. For some reason, it feels different.

It was about 9 p.m. Suddenly my HP shook. There's a call coming in. The number is unknown, and I picked it up.

"Hallo," I said.

"I didn't meet you when I got home. Sorry if you miss me."

The phone was turned off from there. Hearing his words, I knew it was Amar. He called just saying that? Fucking weird. Who misses him anyway?

His style of speech is unique. Like old Malay or Indonesian, or something. The language is like the people of old. It was still raw and unlike the language of the children of his time.

Suddenly, a message from the app came in. That's from the number just now, Amar's number. I read it.

"It's a beautiful night. But baby, you have to go to school tomorrow. Don't enjoy tonight. Go sleep. Welcome to me tomorrow, in your class."

I don't know where he got my number. I never gave him my number. Maybe he got it from one of my friends. But I don't mind that.

At that time, I don't know why. My hands are moving on their own. I replied to Amar's message just now. Either conscious or unconscious, but I did it then.

"Yes. I'll see you."

I don't know. Why am I replying to her message like that. But, I myself do not regret replying to his message.

A few seconds later. Amar replied to my message back.

"I want to talk to you right now in a message. But baby, I don't want to keep you up. So good night, Ressa."

At that time, I typed in a message that read "good night as well." But I didn't send it. I don't want to, Amar thinks I like him and reciprocates his feelings. So, I didn't return the message.

"Good night too" I said at the time. While closing my eyes and immediately going to sleep, while hugging my beloved doll.

-oOo