MYS 15
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I just laughed as I walked away leaving the three Caucasians still in the car. It turns out that a serious-looking Jono can joke and act casually like just now. I just found out today.
Entering the already crowded GOR where the opening ceremony was taking place, I went straight to the school's badminton group line where Amad was standing in the back row looking here and there. Amad immediately smiled brightly when he found me walking towards him and then lined up next to him.
"Alhamdulillah... I thought you'd be cranky because I don't know who locked you there," whispered Amad without looking at me again.
"We have to win Mad. Tell that guy he's been dealing with the wrong person." I hissed more to myself. However, Amad nodded in response.
"We will win, Anggi. Also at the district and provincial levels. Enter the National level so he can see you on TV." Amad added with words that I didn't expect, it turns out that this is a form of sympathy for me. Not a reassuring sentence that probably most other guys would say but words of encouragement and support.
I became motivated and promised myself that an unpleasant incident like that was just a form of jealousy from someone who did it the wrong way. In fact, inside my heart is burning hot full of emotions. I choose to remain silent and will find out the culprit slowly.
The hustle and bustle of the competition and fierce competition in each group made me forget about what happened earlier. Plus Amad always reminds me to stay focused relentlessly. I have to admit Amad is a very good partner. In addition to being very good at playing badminton, good at controlling emotions and without hesitation in giving directions for what strategy we should do when facing opponents.
Unknowingly my tears spilled while holding the first place trophy. Where Amad was busy clapping, happily with sweat pouring down his temples. In the late afternoon, the incandescent lights were so bright it gave me a headache until I found a man in his forties standing in the last row near the exit. Father.
My tears became more intense when I hugged my father's body that smelled of citrus aroma soap, complaining about the noise of my crying. About, what happened to me today. Like when I was little, I always hugged my father and showered him with a series of scattered stories that day.
The difference now, I can only speak in my heart. I'm ashamed to make a sound other than crying. I also can't afford to put more burdens on my father about what happened this morning. I'm a teenager. At least I should try to solve my problems before complaining to my parents.
"Anggi stinks. Dad will smell like this, even though he just took a shower." those were the only words dad said while breaking my hug.
"At least Anggi has won. Well. Can you be a little proud?" I said, defending myself.
"I'll be proud if I win in the district." added father. After all, it's not my parents' name if they directly congratulate me on my victory. My father even asked me to win in the district-level competition.
Even so, when my mother greeted us at home with a variety of dishes that I rarely saw, I could see them just filling the dining table.
My mother likes to cook, and the food is delicious, but for various reasons, I am busy with work, and often my parents are fasting, so I rarely eat my mother's cooking. Can be counted on the fingers in one month I eat properly like tonight.
"Take a shower first. Then pray then." commanded the mother, who immediately frowned when she saw my disheveled and smelly appearance.
The morning already felt like noon, scorching but warm, forcing me to open my eyes wide. Couple with the presence of two red banknotes on the plate instead of the breakfast menu.
"That's a gift from mom and dad. He said he wanted to buy a second-hand cellphone from Anggi's friend? Isn't the money enough?" said the father opened the morning conversation after the oration that the mother and father were fasting today.
"Eh, yeah... how could you forget?" I said, surprised myself. Because I was busy with competitions, I forgot my promise to pay for Jono's cellphone. "Thank you, father. Thank you, ma'am."
"Yes. Study hard." Dad said after I kissed my hand, said goodbye to go to school.
I usually take the trip to school in ten minutes at the speed of a turtle or five minutes at the speed of a racer, today I am reluctant to do one of them so I take the middle way, which is mediocre. Not only because my body feels sore, but also because today I feel very lazy to go to school, for some reason.
Could it be the early symptoms of PMS?
By the time the school parking lot was crowded. The remnants of the euphoria of yesterday's competition can still be seen with the many conversations along the hall, especially the topic of men's basketball. Who else if not discussing the main star, the kibul trio.
Even though there are still senior brothers whose visuals are cool, and more down-to-earth. That's today's children, eating too much spicy so that their tastes become western and then ignore the local potential that is no less quality.
I don't know, what do I care?
Isn't it also the minister of youth and sports whose job is one of them?
All I care about is one thing today. Hopefully, there is an empty lesson so I can continue the sleep that was cut off last night.
I also forgot one thing. that humans can hope but it is God, who has the power to grant our wishes. Or postpone them until an indefinite time. Like this time, when I arrived in class, the condition was super noisy.
First, Stefie and Duo R were seriously laughing at the table by the window with all eyes focused on the cellphone screen.
Second, Ana and the Kibul trio did not lose their laughter which I could barely hear about yesterday's match with their victory.
Third, Andi and his friends were singing Suket Teki, who immediately ran towards me when they realized I was in class.
"Pacaaaaar...you were great yesterday!" Andi exclaimed with a beaming face.
I'm just silent. If I answer, it means that I voluntarily admit that Andi is my girlfriend, even with a one-sided confession. But even if I stay silent, I can't.
Andi stood too close in front of me, blocking my way to the seat, and I couldn't move when Andi held my hand tightly.
"Free!" I screamed emotionally.
"Girlfriend... be patient, don't shout like that."
"I'm not your boyfriend, Andi."
"Don't be like that. Did you forget?"
"I don't have amnesia, Andi Munandar. I've never dated anyone, let alone be your girlfriend?" oh, I can't understand it. Why can Andi be so adamant in forcing a date? What do you want to do when you're in a relationship?
"Anggi... please calm down first." interrupted Andi, still holding my hand tightly.
"Get out of the way." I pushed hard, and my hand managed to escape from Andi's grip.
-TBC-