WHAT ABOUT ME?
48
Pririt...
The sound of a whistle from the field, I believe Mr. Adi has arrived there and is calling us who have not gathered.
With a little running finally Me and Gita got to the field.
'huh huh... '
"let's line up neatly, after that we immediately practice" he said in a firm tone.
"a little while ago sir, breathe first" said Gita who was regulating her breathing who hunted
"eat it not mostly grooming, want to practice just wear makeup and everything" said another male friend
"yes, another old name! " other sahut
"eff what the hell.anyways who is dancing, do you think you want the condo? " the Gita's.
"have not quarreled, I give five minutes to prepare, after that take each position in accordance with what has been determined" said Pak Adi mediate.
I pat Gita's shoulder gently, my friend is often carried away by emotions when something bothers her. "already ignored. "my words in reply nods her head.
this afternoon the sun was so hot but we still had to practice until we could because it was our next Monday who would be the ceremonial officer.
I, Gita and another friend named Ina, served as a flag raiser, a task that I find very difficult and difficult because the smoothness of the ceremony depends on the ceremonial officer.
we lined up neatly with my position in the middle, Gita to my right and Ina to my left, not forgetting the training flag was already in my hands.
"you've practiced five times, does anyone not understand? " ask mr. Adi.
"if I insyaallah already understand sir, just still groggy and afraid if wrong" my great-grandchild
"i'm afraid of the wrong flag, sir, afraid of being turned upside down" said Gita.
"let alone me sir, afraid of the wrong nyantolin rope" said Ina.
the three of us expressed our anxiety each to immediately get a solution, Pak Adi seemed to think and then looked back at the three of us.
he explained in detail how we should behave and gave instructions and directions for the color of the flag so as not to be changed after that we were asked for a dirty gladi before the resik continued.
"how, now you understand? " sanyanya.
"already sir! " answer us steady.
almost two hours we practice finally finished training, apparently being a ceremonial officer is not as easy as imagined, I salute those who voluntarily attend the ceremonial exercises until they successfully raise the red and white flag properly.
after completion I and Gita rushed home because the plan is later tonight we will visit the night market which happens to be held in the field near our residence.
***
finished the maghrib prayer I was ready to go to the Gita house.
"assalamu'alaikum, Gita. "greetings when I arrive at his house. Gita's house is quiet, maybe they are still performing maghrib prayer so that no one can say it.
shortly a voice sounded from inside the house "wa'alaikumsalam... "
"eh Je, why outside, why don't you go inside? " ask Gita from inside the house.
"i thought you were still praying, so I was waiting here, how, so to the night market? " ask me.
"i'm out of the bathroom so I can't go straight out. if the mother was still praying so can't answer your greetings. sorry yes you must wait a long time. a moment, I say goodbye to mother first" Gita immediately went back inside the house to say goodbye while I kept waiting for her outside.
not long after Siti's out with Gita
"will you leave? " ask mom Siti
"yes you guys have hearts on the road yes, don't go home too late" he said
"well ma'am, then we'll leave now"
***
Maybe because tonight is Sunday night so the streets look very crowded, vehicles passing from all directions make the head dizzy.
walking with Gita is always fun because the girl told a lot so our trip was not boring.
at the crossroads, we waited for the red light so that we could cross the road because the location of the field was across the street.
while waiting my eyes turned to the right to the left to see the passing car.
when my view was directed at the power pole, there was attached to a paper that read job vacancies. I quickly picked it up and showed it to Gita.
"Gita, look at this! " say I put the paper out.
"what is it, job vacancies? "
"yes, there is a job vacancy so art, this if not the wrong address is not far from here, can be tried, who knows a soul mate"
"may be fine, but it's okay to work after school, afraid of failing again because you're still Je school"
"tomorrow I will try, who knows the sustenance"
"aamiin, I pray that tomorrow we get to work there"
***
we entered the night market area, there looks very crowded, in addition to the playground, there are also many hawker sellers and even clothes are lined up.
I circulate my view, how amazed I see a very large and crowded night market like this, very different from in the village which is only a little game and even that is only specifically for children.
"wah, it's really cool Git" said I sparkle, since childhood I really want to ride the reanglala. However, because my father and mother did not allow it because I was worried about falling I never felt riding a reanglala up to this big.
"new know yes..want to ride which one was? "
"we ride the yuk ring, have long wanted to go up but not yet done" invited me then pulled Gita's arm to get closer to the area of the bianglala
"maybe... "
***
the next morning in kosan.
early in the morning I have taken a shower and dressed modestly and neatly because this morning I will meet the owner of the house whose address is listed on the job application brochure.
I walked towards Gita's house because this morning she promised to accompany me to the address I was going to.
arriving in front of the terrace, I saw Gita was dressed neatly while putting up her shoelaces with Siti bu who was sitting on the terrace chair.
"assalamu'alaikum mom"
"wa'alaikum... Is Jasmin really looking for a job? "
"yes ma'am, actually not looking, but attending because last night Jasmin found a job application brochure, who knows there is a mate"
"aamiin, hopefully I'll get to work there, son"
"aamiin mom... "