Remember
Max Stability

“REMEMBER”

(Chapter 02) Meeting

Let's look at it for a moment.

Is it better that

the focus of a teenager?

When we've been

stepping on the High School period, such questions must have crossed in life

we're. Especially when students are faced with a level that will

pursued later. And the biggest answer from them, will definitely lead to

success in his studies.

There's nothing wrong

with that opinion. After all, that goal is also part of the good times

teenagers who people often say.

However, really

expecting such a beautiful time, makes a person become complacent

living life. Maybe because it was just focused on the "adolescence

the most beautiful time", then find the true reality of life.

Making disappointments appear after everything happens without matching expectations

we're.

The pain of a teenager

it is the multiplicity of choosing what is new in life, it is because of the child

the young themselves are blessed by the instability in his soul. They seem to have been

feel know about the problem, but do not understand very well. Whereas

the main problem is; it is not yet clear the future, the source of income, the spouse

life, and loyalty to each other.

There's nothing they

pursue from it all besides the wonderful happiness in their teenage years.

Actually, something that

beautiful in life is to overshadow it with good things, especially for

someone else. Because the best human being whose life can benefit

to others.

Also ... eh? Why

did I even talk about something like this in the morning?

Now I'm being

following Bu Sri from behind. He is my new Class Guardian. Aw,

no. gabe. I am the "new.

As I say

at that time, I will continue school as a 2nd grade High School student on the spot

here, SMA 1 Trenggalek. A small town on the south coast of East Java province

surrounded by mountains. Almost 60% of the area is filled with mountains

and the forest, the rest is lowland and ends with the beach. Because of this, the city

it has a lot of tourist attractions. Especially the beaches, though,

as if rivaling the beauty of the mountains around that so spoil the eyes.

We walked along

the floor didn't say a word, and I started to wonder about my class later

likewhat. I haven't felt in school here for a long time.

"We've already

until."

The room where Ms Sri

stopping this step from the outside already looked quite simple. Only

only the Roman numeral "II" is shown on the door plate. As long as

I stared at the plate with jelly, suddenly Bu Sri opened the door.

At that time, I

I was very nervous when the door opened. Then, all eyes at once

saw me. No one spoke, silence covered

whole class.

Well, what I hate

it's an atmosphere like this.

As long as it gets

an unpleasant look from everyone, I replied with silence while

entering the class with heavy steps. A moment of noise from some

the person who asked ’dia the transfer student, yes?’.

"Good morning

the kids!" sapa Bu Sri's.

"Good morning, please,

Ma!" answer them in unison. Well, mostly with a tone that doesn't

eager.

"This morning there is

word from the Principal that our class has new students coming. Her name

Muhammad Ferdy Susanto, maybe some of you already know. He wanted

you welcome your new friend, and help him adjust,"

said Bu Sri.

"Good, Mom!"

Again a flat answer.

Oh my goodness, you guys are.

And also don't keep putting your "curious face" on me!

He turned to me,

then said calmly, "Please sit on that bench. Mum's back

before," he said.

"Good, Mom."

I stepped up too,

more precisely leads to the leftmost row of bench number four. Venue

this seat is set according to the absent number and separated.

So, when viewed from there, it means my absence number four. Honestly, I don't

love the early numbers, anyways it's an unlucky number!

I sat down, then came back

observing around which of them all still glanced at me occasionally. As a result, I

I can only reply with a shy smile.

Really, I feel

very uncomfortable! So please stop looking at me like that!

But, of all

that view, only one person did not see my arrival. From

the front right corner bench, occupied by a long straight-haired girl

she was holding her cheek. He silently looked ahead as if he was

feel bored.

That's when, feelings

strange appearing. I felt a deja vu while observing the girl.

Exactly a few seconds

after that, a tiny voice came out to me.

"Ferdy!"

I looked to the side

right to see who gave the ambiguous call. Then find

a ponytail-haired girl was smiling.

She ... eh? Nothm

dia ini ....

"Daughter?"

"Ah, you still

remember?"

He is one of

my best friend other than Ihsan since we were in SD. She is a very happy girl, and

now it seems like it hasn't changed. The Princess was always with

Gita wherever she goes.

Oh yea. The Princess at

here, it means he too ....

"Oldly not

meet, you look a lot changed. How you doing, Dy?"

"Alhamdulillah

good. You alone?"

"Alhamdulillah me

also healthy. I didn't think the transfer student was you."

I smiled bitterly.

"Ah, yes."

"Propositions are you

still in the healing stage, huh?"

"Yes. I'm told to

home by my coach. So, I'm going to school here for a while. Oh yeah, it's,

listen-heard you wanna go to a national badminton tournament, huh?"

"Ah, yes. Finale

this month the game begins."

"Means before

ramadan?"

"Yes, Dy. Prayers

I can win, yes. Be elected and represent the country. ’Then it was just you

who has played abroad."

"Hahaha, yes. I

pray to win."

"Hey, you guys

both will be back!"

Sentence just now

suddenly cut off our conversation. Me and the Princess looked towards the bench

in front of me, while the man only turned half his face to the

backside.

"Hsan? You

turns out it's here too?" my many.

"You just realized

what if I sit here?" Ihsan.

"Aah, uh,

i-i'm sorry."

"Oh my goodness, it turns out

you haven't changed, Dy." Princesses chuckling.

"Already, already!

Lookie! The teacher has arrived. The chase's about to start."

In accordance with what

Ihsan said, a few seconds later a female teacher entered the classroom.

Of course, all the students immediately corrected their respective attitudes.

He gave his greetings

and welcome as a new school year for those of us who have already stepped on the class

a two. While hearing her narrate, my eyes returned occasionally interested

on the front right corner.

He's still acting

like those. Why do I feel like I know him?

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I took my bag

there was nothing important in it and stood up. After today's lesson

finished, the people quickly gradually walked out of the classroom towards the place of exculus

each one or walk home.

When it has passed

the classroom door and walking out, a figure of a boy suddenly went straight

come and walk beside me.

"Dy, you're straight

home?" ask Ihsan.

"Yes, no, anyway

there's something I can do here. I don't want to be the center of attention either

keep."

"Hm. Oh yes, the day

is this you want to stop by there?"

"Yes. I was too

want to take the Princess, but he said he wanted to practice first. You wanna come?"

"Ah, sometime

course, ’deh. I also have an excrement today."

We arrived at

crossroads.

"Yes already, I

go straight there first," I said as I turned towards the exit.

"Oh yeah, Dy!"

Stalled steps.

"Yes?"

"Gita is possible

it's already there."

"Ah, yes. I

know. Gita is indeed the person like that," I said smiling bitterly.

"But by the way

...."

"...?"

"Ah, not so.

Yeah, I went there first, yeah. See you!"

He immediately ran away

opposite direction to hurry.

What's up with

her reaction? Since yesterday his attitude has been a bit strange.

Continue to step

back to move home.

The classroom is sinking

in a peaceful atmosphere. The students walked back and forth in that direction

be different. They showed no signs of stopping despite walking so

relaxed.

I chose to

walking on the side that is not exposed to sunlight so as not to feel

hotter. Then go down the stairs and pay attention to the density of students who do not

as high as before. Most of them probably did not decide to

straight home. Despite being the center of attention, no one

call or ask me while walking to the front gate.

Starting from here, I

wait and take a bus heading home. Even so, I'm more

choose a bus with a different route than the usual kunaiki.

It would take five

twelve minutes to get to the destination and get off at the stop near the bridge

large.

While walking quietly

across the riverbank, I looked up and found clumps

giant clouds that floated gently in the clear sky. Continuing past an

small market in front of the rice fields. Sometimes I feel nostalgia when

walk past a toy store, bakery, small garden, or in front of SD.

Temperatures in the area

it was descending despite the clear weather, even the cold was still penetrating

my jacket. Also the air made my left leg a bit sore. Occasionally I

stop to just massage it to be more relaxed before stepping

revert.

After turning right,

there are small rows of evergreen trees that have been deforested. On the inside right side

look, I can see a worn out building with a blackened roof as a result

lichens. Buildings similar to this house look clearly smaller if

compared to the houses around it. However, this place has a courtyard

the extensive. There are brown wooden tables and chairs on the terrace, as well as a

flowerbed surrounded with red bricks in the garden.

Even so, though,

now the color of the wood chairs and tables has faded because

eroded time, and what is still left of the flowerbed is only

dry, pale soil.

He looks dark

when the sun was shining, and it made me only

stare softly.

"What's this about?

Why was it so different the last time I left this place?"

I can't be

do nothing but swallow my saliva. A place that used to be very memorable

I was a kid, now an abandoned building.

Oh yes, if not

salah Ihsan also wanted to say something when I was about to come here. Or

maybe this is what he wants to say.

When I remembered things

a voice called from behind.

"Ferdy?"

I turned to look.

"... Uh?"

My heart feels

the claustrophobic somehow changed with a feeling of relief. My body froze, when I saw

that figure was standing about three steps behind. The light in the afternoon

the dim one somehow returned to show its rays and dropped a golden luster

on that figure.

Black haired girl

the length that looks beautiful by the radiance of the sun. That slender body

wrapped in a bright white knit sweater. On his neck

circled a pendant in the shape of a sparkling white rose. And face

the sweet plain with beautiful eyes was showing her surprised look.

She ... who?

I saw it behind his sweater, though,

he wears a familiar uniform. After looking back, I

realizing that it was a school uniform at my school.

Hold still. If

not wrong, this is the girl who sat on the front right corner bench earlier, huh? That

maybe the reason he knew my name was because we were a class.

But that's what it is

question is, why did he come here?

"Oldly not

meet, Dy. You remember this place as it turns out."

"Ah, yes."

I smiled bitterly. "By the way, you used to come here,

huh uh?"

"...."

"...."

That's how I thought, though,

but it was even a protracted silence that greeted me in return. Just roaring

the speed of an old motorcycle crashing into silence.

While losing

words, she looked straight at me and .. frowned?

Wh why? Is there any

wrong with my question?

"I'd guess. You

forget me," he said.

"Did? Uh .., I

...."

Unheard

any explanation, he stepped past me towards the building.

After she passed by, that was when I remembered the look on her sad face

three years ago.

"Gita!"

Spontaneous I called while following from behind. "Sorry, Git.

Not that I meant."

"Sama Ihsan and

The princess remembers," he said.

"Yes. But I

...."

He ignored me

while taking the key out of his bag.

"Git, man,"

call me again.

"...."

"You how

any more? You've changed once. At that time your hair was short, you were too

wearing glasses. That's why I don't recognize you."

"Reason."

"Geez, I

no lie! And also you don't actually remember me, ’ do you? At school

After the door

open, Gita inexplicably stopped and turned her head, then went inside.

What can I do, I follow

whatever it wants.

I stepped inside, I,

and found a room like a very dull classroom.

There's a chair near

window. From the middle are several long tables. The other chair is stacked

on top of each other together with an unused table. Nonexistent

the closet, even the furniture that I used to remember was still here also disappeared.

On that table

there was a thin layer of dust and a small pile of documents that were already

tell me the turn of time in this room.

This is a sight

very different from the assumption. The uncomfortable feeling began to flare up. Nonexistent

anything can be said to be a good change from this place.

I looked at with

feeling sad, as if teasing from the longing of the past.

"Since when

here?" my many.

Again, Gita ignored me

and prefer to put his bag on a hanger near the door, so too

with the new sweater he took off. Near him stood a

broom that is still sealed in plastic. If you look at the situation, maybe he

who bought for this.

Gita is centered

his job, even without sound, was cleaning this room.

I'm without thinking

long immediately put the bag on the hanger, then selfishly grabbed the tool

clean up to help. When you just grab a chair and start arranging it,

my hand was stopped by a voice.

"No need!"

Gita did not stop her working hand and continued her words

without looking at me. "I can do it myself."

“But-,”

"I can

by yourself."

That's the chuckle sentence

it was ejected, but seeing a room as dirty as this must have been very difficult.

It turns out that Gita is still

as stubborn as ever, and may not want to trouble others.

The proof is that he wants to clean this place up alone.

Even so, how

he tried everything he could to be alone, it was amazing. That's why I

pretty interested in him.

"So .. during

it's you handling this place alone, huh?"

With the noise I pushed

the chair was against the wall, and it made Gita peek at me. His expression is unknown

why did it look lonely, then slowly dropped his eyes.

Proudly

I showed you my smile again. "But I'm not the one who can just keep quiet

seeing things like this."

"...."

Gita saw me with

empty, then walked towards me and stopped exactly one step ahead. Him

look down and-

’Dug!’

- with light

banging the end of his shoe on my left foot.

"...!"

Instantly a taste

a sharp pain pierced and lunged at my bone. The pain even

makes the entire body instantly vibrate violently.

"Aargh!"

I made it right away

curled up while holding the amazing part of the pain. Temporal

Gita laughed satisfied after pranking me.

"I told you, though,

’kan? Let me do it myself."

“Yes, but don't

kick my leg too times!”

"So it was just

slow."

"Slow jidatmu!

I'm still not fully healed!"

"Eat him, let me

only the ones cleaning this place. ’Sok cool, ’sih."

Damnit damnit! This girl

I threw away my pride. I was really sick both physically and

mentally!

"Yes already. If

as soon as you sweep. For the lift-up part let me. Continue ...

bffhaha!"

"Don't

laugh!"

"Geez, my stomach

until pain!"

"Wooy!"

"Ah, sorry-sorry.

It's the broom."

With the silence of my hand

can only take that broom from him. Hmh! Damn this girl!

After saying that

clad in the little laughter that still remained, Gita stopped trying to prevent me

works. That way the cleaning starts without any more fuss.

Although all the time,

I continued to grimace in pain while hearing Gita hold back a laugh.

※※※

Three hours passed, and

we finally cleaned up this place. Well, although not entirely,

after all, it was late afternoon, so we decided to continue tomorrow

just.

Contact our house

we walked together to go home. Our home is not far away,

it might take about fifteen minutes if it goes through a shortcut.

The mentors move softly

getting west. In this unpaved stretch of road

special orange light emitted in the evening. The sound of our irregular footsteps

rivaled by vehicle traffic and bird chirping. My eyes occasionally

glancing at the girl beside me, she looked as if she was playing with her shadow.

Unlike my lesbian face, this person was so cheerful from the last time I saw her

a few years ago.

So his emotions are already

stable, huh? I don't know why he could forget the anger about me that he forgot

earlier.

"So ..., until

when are you here?" ask Gita suddenly.

My eyes shifted to

it's a few seconds, and back to the front. "If there is nothing

maybe up to third grade."

"So about one

years, huh?" muttered. He then glanced at my feet. "You .. too.

force yourself, Dy."

"Oh my goodness, why

everyone say that to me?"

"Yes clear, ’lah!

Why do you keep breaking through? Not that they obviously want to

injury you."

So that was Gita

seen match? Well, it's only natural. The final match, ’sih.

By then our team had already

on the verge of exhaustion. One by one we had cramps, two of them

no longer able to run. While the rations for the change of players have been

depleted.

Miraculously, we can

resisting their onslaught and forcing for extra-time matches.

We intend to drive until the penalty shootout. However, look at the circumstances

it was not in line with expectations, we can only surrender until time runs out.

But, one

luck suddenly appeared in the final seconds. During the attack of the opponent

keep raining, we managed to make a quick counterattack. I am the

only the only one ahead got the long-awaited breakthrough pass.

Of course I don't want to waste this opportunity. Because for me, a penalty shootout

it was more mentally and mentally draining.

I keep running

dribble, up to one on one with the goalkeeper. That moment

my brain is completely out of breath because it's so tired. What I was thinking

only ’Quick insert that ball before time expires!’. That's why I'm

decided to kick it hard. However, the goalkeeper did not

only hit the ball, but also intend to scuttle. Until that impact

fatally hit my leg with a crushing due to his tackle.

I fell, and I didn't

I can feel nothing on my feet. My heart was very disappointed because it

wasted this opportunity. I failed to save my friends from

mental torture of penalty shootouts.

In the middle of a break up

as such, the whistle began to echo and all the human frenzy had

stop as if it were lost in time. I can't tell if

it's a whistle sign the game is over or not. It might be a whistle

because of the offense, that's all for sure.

But, a boisterous voice

the audience was echoing inside the stadium. It was the sound of happiness, the cry of happiness,

and forced my curiosity to look ahead. Until I realized

a faint-looking ball was silent alone in the enemy's cage.

After that I

I really don't remember anything else, except the faces of my friends

worry before being taken by ambulance.

"Well, it does

thats right. But all in accordance with our struggle for the country" said I who

remembering that heartwarming moment.

Gita throws face away

she grieved forward and muttered, "I guess, you haven't changed."

"... Oh yea.

By the way, why is our place now this way?"

Gita remained silent

maintaining depression. Then in a quiet voice he began to tell stories.

"Thyme

brother's departure, the place is getting more and more unkempt. All members are not

have the spirit again as before."

"What doesn't exist

who's the successor?"

"There was. But yes

...," Gita paused for a moment remembering something, "all is not like

preceding. Most of us prefer to focus on working, even

not a few who choose to be TKI."

So anyway? I could

excuses him. Although the resources are quite a lot, but the HR of the local community

still hasn't improved and made the economy here really not

promising. They still lack awareness of the importance of the activities

hone the potential of the younger generation, such as Karang Taruna and so on.

But, on the side

others I can't blame them. Because to bring something to life

hard to turn on, must require a strong determination.

Inside one

organizations, groups, or associations, we must have encountered something of some kind

these. There are some people who are able to make the organization come alive,

it can even be an attraction for many people. However, when they are replaced,

the organization slowly dimmed and even died. But nothing is wrong

the method used by the successor.

Why so?

"Every time there is

the person, and everyone has time." I muttered that answer

probably in accordance with this situation.

"And I will

restore those times," continued Gita.

I can feel

the spirit of the Gita through such expressions. So that's why he decided to

defend this place alone.

"Why are you still

survive?" my many.

Gita's steps are long

begin to weaken. His face was somewhat downcast, as well as his eyes seemed to look at the past.

"I .

want to provide better change for the village, especially the younger generation.

I felt annoyed, why did those who had talent actually choose

to follow this curb groove? Why only a small part of us

who can boast of the Village?!"

Throughout him

speaking, his eyes began to glaze over. Then, a tone of annoyance and trembling began

tucking in from the extension.

"Why are we even

accept the reality that we can clearly change?! And why too

the public still did not support Brother who desperately fought for

they?! Why they-."

"Gita!"

"...!"

Soon I'm

cutting, before the tears of Gita who was on the verge of it will fall.

Gita turned, trying

wiping and hiding her cries from my sight. "I'm sorry, I was

talk the no."

"... You do

this ... is it because of your brother's departure?"

Gita did not answer, however,

the sound of her joints began to sound while still wiping away the tears. That

reminding me of the house that always encourages us to continue

fought.

"I just don't

accept Brother was treated like that, even Brother got depressed and killed

selves. I really don't accept it!" his mumbling was clad in tears.

"But

the truth is like that, "I thought.

In a world that begins

strange this, your efforts will not be judged before getting results. Here's the trigger

the occurrence "to banish all means". Others will not care

how hard you struggle to achieve the results achieved. They

can only underestimate you when you start, sneer when you step, and laugh

when you fail. Their laughter will get louder if you are already affected

by them and decided to give up.

That is the purpose of the devil

in fact, so that humans fail to achieve true success.

The anger began to flare

inside me. "Do you feel that time ... Sinta's sister was framed?”

Gita nodded, though,

trying to hold back a hoarse sob. Even now her tears are back

trickles. It must have hurt him.

"I will

help you," I said smiling.

My resolve is round.

I don't want any more tears of sadness spilling over this despair

after my departure later.

But unexpectedly

it was precisely the tiny laughter he gave me over my decision just now. "You are indeed

it hasn't changed" he said, wiping away tears.

As Gita said

so, we continued our pace.

"What would

you planning?" The voice of the Gita is slower than usual.

"Maybe ...

it starts with finding members first. How's it?"

Even though Gita doesn't know

why didn't he look convinced, he still nodded without making a sound. We didn't

say anything while stepping back. The sun slowly went in

the western end of the earth is surrounded by the afternoon wind.

Today's twilight is a little

feels warm.

"Oh yeah. I haven't

met with Dimas since coming back here," I said.

"He has moved

since graduating from Junior High."

I was silent for a moment

glancing at Gita, then reluctantly asked, "You .

Dimas?"

"Yes. We still are

mutual contact." He also glanced at me with a smile. "You yourself

also still familiar with the Princess."

"About

we used to be rumored, you still think so."

"Ever you guys

can remember each other right when they meet."

"Don't start, please,

’deh!"

"Haha. Aye,

aye."

I glanced at him inside

silence back. While Gita still left her smile.

"By the way, anyway,

why are you lengthening your hair?" my many.

"Emm ...,"

Gita grabbed a piece of her hair while looking at it, "I was just taking advice from her

somebody's. He said once in a while I should try to lengthen my hair."

"Hm. Wh who?

Dimas?"

"...."

Then steps

stopped while looking at me quietly. His face was back, exactly

just now at the door.

"Eh? What's up, man,

Git?"

Without further ado Gita

kicking my leg back while screaming.

"Not you

who suggested me?!" himself?!"

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