When the Heart Speaks
chapter 12 graduation convoy

The atmosphere of the school field is still crowded, full of haru and isak.

I had tears that pooled in the corner of her eyes.Mama took off her embrace.

"We're going home?? "

ask mama.

"Ehm.mama go home first, Dina want to be here with friends first.we want to celebrate this graduation ma, ma,,"

answer me.

"Yes, you go home, yes, you heart-heart don't be weird"

"Ready ma,,,"

"Oh yeah one more, jangn came home too late."

"OK ma,, the tree is ready dech.."

Mama passed, along with Aunt Yani who also died in the school field.

Fitri and I embrace each other, and then mingle with the others.

"Consideration.friends..!!"

Suddenly Andre, our class president clapped and told us to face him who was standing in the middle of the field.

all quiet, then focus facing his direction.

We gathered and huddled around him.

everyone looks at each other and asks.

"Please ask for his attention for a moment, guys,,!!"

"today's our graduation day, well worth celebrating.

I have an idea..

how about we go together to the lake that was planted,,

agreed......????"

advice Andre

"Agoddessa........"

Reply to all who are gathered and then greeted with applause and cheers from all.

Listen, noisily in the field,,

Mr. Herman the BP teacher came out of the office room to look, then approached us.

"What is this,,???"

"We want a convoy, sir, to go to the lake in the park."

Answer one of my friends.

"Who are you guys wearing??

the school, let you go, but don't use a motorbike, because of the danger!!"

The atmosphere was suddenly silent, we looked at each other..

"Then sir???"

all answered simultaneously.

"You can rent a bus, that's a sense of security.While your motorbike lives at school, let Mr. Ijal guard the school."

Said Mr. Herman.

"Ehm.gimana friends???"

ask Andre

For a moment we all thought, and the end..

"Okay, we agree...."

"Ndre...sorry, how are the funds???"

Ask one of my friends

"In that case, the school will help 25%

and 75% are you joint ventures.mau???"

ask Mr. Herman.

"yes, yes, sir.kok is only 25%,50 dong..."

sahut.

followed by cheers from all students..

"No comment!!!," said Herman

"Huuuuuuuuu,,,,,,"

"Where, guys..Again??"

"Okay lahhh..agree ..agreed..."

andre was accompanied by several other boys waiting for a bus on the side of the road, to stop and on rent.

Almost half an hour, they finally found a bus that wanted to be rented.

With voluntary and additional joint money from the school, we rented 2 buses for us to use at the convoy event.

Arriving in front of the bus, all scrambling to find their seats.

"Patience.patience.all part of.kok,,"

shouted the driver.

I sat down with fitri, in 15 minutes, Bis started to leave.

"Sirrr.sepiiii shouted Andre.."

"Music.musikk.."

yell at the others..

The driver laughed, shaking his head.

"Okay..are you ready....??"

yell, driver,,

"Wahhh.pak his driver is kerennn uyy, gaull"

shouting fitri.

I just smiled.all faces, radiating happily today.

Before long.music stopped..

all those who are enjoying the music, cheering..

"Sirrrr,,"

Then the driver was busy looking for a disc in front of him and changed the genre of his music,,

We also asked what music would be in the play.

not long ago..

Kneel to God

Grateful all the time

Every breath, your whole life

May God be blessed

Patience to obey God

Guarding his sincerity

May you, may your step

Accompanied by His mercy

All were silent.The singing of the religious opick singer sounded melodious..

The atmosphere changed, following the meaning of the song..

All dissolved in the dream..

Arriving at the reff song.all the contents of the bus, in succession and singing, including me and the fitri who clasped hands.

Thank goodness be grateful

Thank you, God

You made us brothers

Beautiful in togetherness.......

Unfeeling, drops after drops of tears began to float back in our eye sockets..

thank you to the driver who remembered us for thanking the Creator.

30 Minutes drive, the bus we were riding entered the garden gate.

and stopped right in front of the lake we were going to..

It turned out that there, not just from our school, but many of the other high schools had arrived first.

We scattered out leaving the bus.Every student let out his expression.

There are those who scream.there are still crying haru.ada also jumped into the lake.mandi wet-rush.

We are overflowing with our happiness as high school children who have just received graduation.

Andre is seen descending the last of the bus with a black bag in his hand.

"Friends..."

call her against us.

we're gathering,, you know,,

"From the joint venture money earlier, there was apparently more.and that's what I used to buy this"

Andre pointed to spray paint a variety of colors, and permanent markers to us.

it was obvious that it was inviting yelling and loud applause from all.

Without wasting time...

the show of scribbles and spray paint begins.

in an instant, our gray-white uniform had turned the rainbow pans, and the signature graffiti of friends.

"Fit, get a message on my back, yeah,,"

my request to fitri,,

"siapp..."

shouted fitri who then took turns me who laced his signature and message in his uniform.

We really enjoyed this graduation party..

because after this, there will be a new chapter in the journey of our respective lives, which of course with a new burden.

among all of us, it turns out that plans after graduation vary, starting from continuing college, opening a trading business, looking for work, even someone who wants to marry directly.

I walked towards the lake and stood right by the lake,,

then take a long breath.

I look at my friends

they spray paint each other, scrawl uniformly.Running and chasing.

venting excitement.

I folded my hands on my chest, as my phone vibrated 2 times.

drrr.tt...

Me, open my old-fashioned phone..

I saw it on the screen, though,,

"message from Ari,,"

my word

congratulations baby.I know you must have graduated, I did too.

I smiled, this joy makes me forget Ari.

I typed a reply message for her,,

yes, I graduated.welcome to you too.

not for 5 minutes, though,,

when we meet

I chose to put my phone in my uniform pocket, though,,

I don't know, I can't get back at him,, I can't,,

I miss you, but I don't want to meet you yet.

"I'm sorry Ari." I said in my heart.