LEAFY LONGS FLOWERING SILENT
CHAPTER 26: THE POETRY RACE

After the lesson, Nazaruddin and Ari walked to the Canteen...!

His face looks radiant after the announcement of their replicates by second-class guardian A Pak Sigit Suparman who averaged above the number eight.

“Zar, you want to pesen what?” ask Ari when he arrives at the cafeteria.

“Gue fried rice, Ri!” Nazaruddin.

“Eh, Zar, a minute yes, I want to buy a drink first in front.” reply Ari.

“OK, Ri!” Nazaruddin replied without looking at his best friend.

Shortly after, Ari returned. His face looked happy. Half-run he approached Nazaruddin who was eating fried rice.

“Zar! The nazaar! Happy news!” exclaim Ari.

“What news, Ri?” nazaruddin stopped chewing.

“So when I walked through the school mading, I accidentally read the pamphlet, it turns out there is a race!” bright Ari.

“What race, Ri?” Tanya Nazaruddin was attentive.

“Many, Zar! There is a poetry contest, scientific work is the same festifal music!” ari explained.

“Wah! Interesting too, Ri! When is the show?” ask Nazaruddin.

“Okay, that pamphlet I haven't read all. But, I have a really OK idea for you, Zar!” Ari started eating her fried rice.

“Means lo?” ask Nazaruddin to return.

“Iya, I know you again approach the same Intan. What if he takes you to the race? Cool khan?” ari explained.

“By also the idea of lo!” balas Nazaruddin's. “But, how do I get him to join the race?” thought Nazaruddin again.

“Easy, you tell me first with him, I'm sure he'll want to!” Ari ended her meal.

“Means later I have to pick him up right back home from school?” ask Nazaruddin.

Yes dong!” ari smiled back.

***

After Dzuhur, Nazaruddin was waiting faithfully at the school gate. He noticed one by one the school students passing in front of him. But before long Intan had already waved from a distance while smiling.

“Old yes, wait Zar?” ask Intan.

“Ah, no. I am looking forward to Elo Tan!.” reply Nazaruddin.

"Why not wait in the OSIS room just now Zar?" Ask Intan again.

"No good Tan, look at the other kids!" Nazaruddin.

The two of them walked towards the highway, along with the other disciples. That afternoon the weather was clear. The wind blew so gently accompanying the two of them all the way to the edge of the road.

“Oh yes, Tan! later at school there will be a competition loh.” said Nazaruddin opened the conversation.

“What race?” Intan asked with a smile.

“Many, there are poetry competitions, scientific works, and bands. Well, the plan I want to ngajakin elo contest poetry, would not?” nazaruddin asked after explaining.

“Well, I can't have poetry..!” moo.

“Simple later I ajarin, origin elo mau.” reply Nazaruddin seriously.

“But, will you be taught first?” Intan still looks doubtful.

“Yes, relax!” Nazaruddin reiterated.

Finally Intan accepted Nazaruddin's invitation. Shortly after, the two of them boarded the vehicle home.

***

"Assalamu’alaikum.!” intan said in front of his house.

“Heeee, Zar wait a minute ya!” intan.

Nazaruddin sat in a waiting chair on the terrace, while Intan rushed inside. Nazaruddin took out some paper and a pen from inside his bag.

“What yes, suitable theme to perform later.?” nazaruddin said in his heart.

Instantly an idea sprang up in his mind. Half-smiling Nazaruddin started writing word for word. So seriously he stared at the sheet of paper. Suddenly, Intan appeared from behind the door while carrying a warm cup of coffee. A moment Nazaruddin raised his face to listen to the figure of Intan who was approaching him.

“Zar, here's the coffee!” Intan put it on the table.

“Still yes, Tan!” Nazaruddin.

Intan looks so graceful wearing a light green t-shirt.

As usual, her hair was always tied. He sat down next to Nazaruddin.

“Emang when did it start?” Ask Intan.

“About one more week.” replied Nazaruddin.

“Nih, try reading it. Good no?” Nazaruddin gave the concept of his poem.

“FOR A LOVE..?” Intan raised his eyebrows. Nazaruddin smiled.

Poetry was created completely. Nazaruddin began teaching Intan how to read it. Intan repeatedly tried to read and understand the content of the poem. Occasionally the two of them jokingly laughed under the beautiful twilight sunshine that began to dim the light. Nazaruddin had sung a song of his creation that he created specifically for Intan. The atmosphere before dusk was so romantic and poetic for both of them.

***

intan looked a little tense waiting for the sequence number.

“Liet aja, Tan! No need to tense! Later I help do’ain let everything go smoothly, OK?” nazaruddin said he gave support.

Intan started to climb the stage. He waved to Nazaruddin. Tears mixed happily pooled on Nazaruddin's cheeks and he rushed to walk to the front of the stage. He wanted to see Intan closer.

The audience cheers were so frenetic. All applauded after Intan began to recite his poem. Cow' Nazaruddin friends, such as Ari, Fakih, Bagas, Bambang, Elani also do not want to miss to watch the festive event.

While reading, Intan occasionally looked at Nazaruddin who was standing faithfully in front of him, right in the middle of the audience. So touching! So syahdu! Intan read out his poem. The jury shook its head while clapping.

Finally, shortly Intan completed his last verse after verse smoothly. After saying thank you and greetings, he walked down the stage. Nazaruddin who was in front of the stage also immediately ran towards the girl's.

“Where was Zar, was I?” sergeant Intan.

“Top really, Tan! Hopefully elo will be the champion!” Nazaruddin shook Intan's hand.

“What if we go to the park now? While waiting for the announcement!” bring Nazaruddin cheerful.

“Yuk!” reply Intan.

Arriving at the school garden, the two of them sat down on the grass looking at the pond in front of him. The pond is not too big, but the water is clear, so the fish can be seen clearly.

“Iiiih Zar, I was so tense!” intan.

“Iya? But kan elo finally can also overcome it.” reply Nazaruddin.

“Alhamdulillah, maybe it's thanks to do’anya elo sincerely too!” reply Intan.

“Eh, Tan, hold on! I want to go there first!” sela Nazaruddin suddenly.

“Iiiih, where are you going? Don't be long!” Intan's Worried.

Nazaruddin walked through several trees until he was no longer seen by Intan. A few minutes had passed, but Nazaruddin had not yet appeared. Intan looked around anxiously.

Suddenly, as Intan was staring blankly into the middle of the pond, Nazaruddin appeared from behind to startle Intan.

“Where is Zar from? How long is it?” Intan asked who was still shocked.

“Gue find something for elo, Tan!” Nazaruddin hid something behind his back.

“What's day?” Tanya Intan was curious.

“This! Flowers for elo!” Nazaruddin.

Intan was moved by Nazaruddin's simple surprise and has been commonly done by anyone but for Intan this is so impressive.

His cheeks were reddened and Nazaruddin's desire was broken.

“Still yes!” Diamond grabbed the flower and kissed it.

“Oooi yes, Tan! Let's go back to the stage. The winner may have been announced!”

***

The atmosphere of the stage still looks crowded. Right what they think! The jury is preparing to announce the winners.

“Alright, after we assess the performance of the participants of the poetry contest, then with this we decided, who became the first champion in this race is.”.

All the audience listened carefully including Nazaruddin and Intan of course.

“INTAN PRINCESS...!” yell jury.

Hearing the name “INTAN PUTRI”, immediately Nazaruddin and Intan touched. They both did not expect to win the race. Ari, Fakih, Bagas, Bambang and Elani were constantly shouting Intan's name on the edge of the stage.

After getting the tropy, finally Intan paid back home accompanied by Nazaruddin. The day has begun to twilight. Sunlight looks golden yellow on the western horizon stroking Intan's long hair unraveling.

***

Arriving at home, Intan rushed through the front door of his house cheerfully. Nazaruddin laughed to see it.

“Mah, Pah! Champion intan!” yell Intan from inside.

When Nazaruddin was sitting waiting on the terrace, Intan appeared with his mother from behind the door.

“Mah, knowin! It's Nazaruddin!” intan said to his mother.

Nazaruddin kissed his mama Intan's hand while introducing himself. His mother smiled and Intan accompanied him.

“Still yes, have taught Intan poetry, until Intan can champion like this!”

Mama Intan laughed happily.

“Sama-sama, mom,!” Nazaruddin.

“O yes, Tan, Mom, I want to go home first!” Nazaruddin moved from sitting down.

“Yes, be careful yes!” answer me Intan.

Intan delivered Nazaruddin to the gate of the house.

“Assalamu’alaikum.!” Nazaruddin.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” replied Intan while waving his hand.