When the Heart Speaks
chapter 11 graduation day...

Not felt, 1 week has passed from the school farewell event that is able to drain away the tears, joy and mind of remembering 3 years together through the days of school.

Today, will answer about the 3-year struggle.

Yes, today is graduation day.the day where all of us are named 3rd grade students will receive the results of our struggle in high school.

There was tension, there was fear.all mixed into one.

The clock was pointing at 7am, I was preparing to wear a uniform that would probably be the last time I hit it.

I faced the mirror, tidying up every detail of my appearance.

A few times I turned in front of the mirror just to make sure I was perfect.

I approached the mirror, then looked at myself in my uniform..

"My own pride"

I said it was barely heard.

I took a long breath.

if my parents were people, maybe after this day has passed, I'd be standing here in the uniform of the alma mater of one of the universities..

I once imagined.how cool I was when wearing a suit alma mater one college.

But whatever the power,, just to the extent of my parents' ability, I must not be selfish.

for the umpteenth time I sighed.

then I raised my hand, and my own reflection on the mirror.

Ahhh, no to regret yourself like this..

hopefully after this, this uniform will change work uniforms that are no less cool.Maybe even work uniforms that can lead me to the college alma mater uniform of my dreams.

I kept saying things in my heart, just to comfort myself.

I tidied my hair, and then left my room, I met my mother at the dinner table, and,,

"Look ma..."

take me to mama.

it just so happened that my mother would take the announcement.

"Loch, didn't you have breakfast??"

ask mama wonder.

"it's not coming in anymore ma, no hunger, it's more tense than any taste"

"haha"

Papa who just came out of the room laughed.

"you're a weird din, if you're doing the test yesterday really, really, he must be calm,,"

"surely the same thing you did yesterday"

call papa again.

"that can't be pa..."

bela ku's.

"why can't you??"

"yes even though Dina was as strong as she could, that feeling of tension and fear was still there pa"

obviously I'm with papa who's just starting his breakfast.

"yes.iya..papa understand"

replied papa smilingly looking at me.

I picked up the tea glass, and then sipped it almost out.

"Ma, how did Dina pass??"

"yeah, how about dinner, live it, but mama believes you graduated"

mama gave me spirit, but it had no influence on my feelings at the moment.

"Ma..Pa..kalo sampe Dina did not pass, dina did not want to stay here again, sent to the village yes, the village that sekampung his village"🤧🤧😭

my dog almost cried.

"wkwkwkw"😆😆😆

Mama and papa who heard my request, laughed out loud

"ich.kok on the laugh, dina again sad gini even in the laugh"

"you're part yes, there-there is aja..mintak sent to the village..emang you goods???

where is his village sekampung-nya, where try mama equally papa want nyarinya"

wkwkkwkwkkk

I'm speechless..

"ahh.pokanynya Dina does not want to in this city again, dina would certainly be embarrassed,,,, really,,

Dina doesn't want to see anyone anymore..!!"

whine me to them...

"yes.iya.ntar papa will send you.."

"where's pa??"

"to pluto.hahhahah....🤣🤣"

I put my mouth out, and then folded my hands on my chest.

"let's go, let's go,,"

take mama.

I follow behind my mom.

we went to school on an angkot.

arriving at school..

the schoolyard had been bustling with students and their parents present,,

There were faces full of anxiety clearly on their faces, no exception for me.

"Haiy.jengg.."

hello fitri, as soon as I saw my mom and I entered the school yard,

fitri who accompanied auntie yani, chased me to the gate.

we both hold hands together.

While the mother walked closer to Aunt Yani who was sitting on the bench on the edge of the yard.

Before long, there was a microphone calling the parents of the students into the class of their respective children to receive the results of graduation.

Fitri and I pointed to our class and they walked in, while we waited outside.

Fitri and I embrace each other, as well as all the other students and students, it seems that some have first shed tears, some are sitting limp, some whose faces have pale eloquence, and others have been slouched,,there are even those who are praying for his success, which must all look tense.including me and fitness who can not say anything else.

it's just.a heart rate that's like racing.

I closed my eyes,, man,,

"god, no matter what results I receive, if the results are not good, I beg you.I will be patient with my heart.and do not be weak in my faith"

that is a piece of prayer that I say in my heart.There is no more powerful way to calm the heart except to pray.

our hands clasped each other, even though it was getting cold and wet.

40 Minutes passed.one by one the guardians of the students left the class, which was greeted directly by his son.and immediately opened the envelope of announcements, one by one shouting Alhamdulillah..there is happiness on their faces.me and fitri increasingly tense.

Shortly afterwards aunty yani was seen out, me and fitri immediately ran closer.

The trembling hand of fitri tore the envelope quickly, then opened..

"Alhamdulillah......."

her yell.

I hugged fitri, then we both hugged Auntie Yani.

I'm getting tense waiting for my mom, though,,

I looked at the class a few times, made sure my mom got out.

Finally, after 10 minutes of waiting, you came out with a white envelope in hand.

I ran towards my mom...

"Bismillah,,"

I opened the envelope with my eyes closed, Fitri who read the announcement suddenly hugged me, I was shocked to open Slowly my eyes, and then read the paper in my hand.

Unconscious, my tears spilled,,😭😭

immediately I grabbed the body of my mother who was standing next to me, I hugged tightly and I cried in my mother's arms..

"dina passed maaaa...dina passedss..thank you god...dina passed maaaa....."

I screamed in tears.

the mother who returned my embrace sobbed, too,,

we were completely blown away by the blue that morning..

tears can not stop, mouth can not be clenched, continue and continue to thank God for his riddho today our school is declared 100% graduate%.

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