Vanya's broadcast schedule has been increased.
This means pocket money also increases. But what made Vanya confused was that she was asked to hold a Mitnait Diary event from ten to eleven in the evening. Live broadcast again!
"Your voice is suitable, Ol, for listening to at night. Like a kuntilanak. Hihihi...," said Mbak Vera, head of broadcasting.
"Can't you just record it, Sis?" Vanya shuddered at the thought of going to the studio at night. Oh, shereeem!
"The studio schedule is full, Ol. Besides, Diary program operators can only come in at night. With evening broadcasts, you can better appreciate the atmosphere when the show airs, VANYA For example, currently in the studio it is raining lightly, making the nights colder, and so on .."
Vanya was silent. Confused.
"Ask your brother to accompany you, Grandpa!"
"Do not have "
" Younger brother?"
"Not yet there "
"Oh, to be an only child? No wonder!"
But fortunately, I finally found a friend who wanted to accompany me. That Wina. Vienna, which owns the Civic Wonder, was kind enough to take Vanya to the broadcast. Every time you come home you have to eat nasgorkam (goat fried rice!).
If you have that calculation, it turns out there is actually a deficit.
The fee for broadcasting is not commensurate with the cost of treating Vienna to Nasgorkam. Wow, loss...
But never mind. Win has been kind. And basically Vanya's hobby is broadcasting. So he agreed.
Regarding parental permission, it can be arranged. Vienna is already trusted by people at home. Confess to studying together, that's it! The problem is, if you openly admit to broadcasting, where will you give it?
Vanya never said that she was now a radio announcer. Mum will definitely forbid it. Small children cannot work, he said. It'll disrupt school. "If you play in films, that's fine, Mami can join in the popularity," said Mami.
Yes, Mami can only talk about not working, but never give me money. How come?
And that night, the second week of Diary broadcast.
"Has a letter come in, An?" Vanya asked Andi, the operator.
Andi handed over several letters.
Vanya checked. Only one thing to read tonight. The rest are bills from the siomai seller, meatball seller and tofu seller.
Damn!
Vanya was ready in the broadcast room. Wina stalked behind, carrying a magazine to read.
"Good evening, sweet children. This is Radio Ga Ga 106.1 FM. Not going to sleep, right?
"We'll meet again at the second week of May edition of Diary,
"It's not raining lightly in the studio, but it's very cold. It's cold there, isn't it? No? Naaa..., you know. You definitely don't use AC. In Vanya's room you don't use AC either. But you use AB. Aka the wind blows in from the window. .., hihihi."
Wina behind her also giggled.
But Vanya immediately scolded him, "Hus, it's a live broadcast!"
Vienna immediately covered her mouth.
"Before Vanya reads the diary of our friend... eng, yes, Dilla in Prapanca Buntu, let's just listen to the sweet song of the nightmare observer... Silence and I from the Alan Parsons Project. Applause for me... plokplok plok! "
The song Silence and I also plays sadly.
A few minutes later, Vanya started reading Dilla's quite long diary. In a soft, muddy voice (it's drizzling, it's muddy!).
Blue heart diary....
"Dear Vanya,
"Tonight my heart feels really lonely, O1, I don't feel like I want to do anything. I've tried going for a walk, looking for a good atmosphere, but my heart feels like I can't compromise. It sounds really sentimental, doesn't it, Ol? But, this is how I feel now. Lonely, sad...
"Ah.
"Sometimes, I like to regret, why do we have to have feelings? Why are girls like us so easy to get lost in feelings. If only we could live without feelings, we would never be lonely like this.
"I feel like I really want to forget everything. Forget anything that makes my heart lonely. But, why can't I? Do we really have to accept what is imposed on us?
"Vanya,
"It's all because of Sinta, VANYA My friend, a sixteen-year-old whose hair likes to be braided. Every time he comes home he always asks to be taught how to play basketball.
"Ah, if you know him, Ol.
"Well, the feeling of loneliness that I feel now has something to do with her. Sinta, after I taught her to play basketball, finally joined my basketball club. Her game has really improved a lot, compared to when she first came to my house. I'm also proud to be able to taught Sinta to be so clever. To the point that he liked to beat me. For example, when my club played against Sinta's club. I was very overwhelmed fighting over the ball with him. He was very clever. But, thank God, my club remained as usual, becoming Champions. But the difference was
the numbers are very small. To the point that I was really tense too, Uh, the match was really exciting.
"And, seeing Sinta's greatness, I also offered her to join my club, because it just so happened that Mbak Ita, the oldest member of the club, wanted to retire. Since she is currently busy with her studies.
"Sinta immediately accepted it. Because she wasn't really into her school's basketball club. And Sinta and I became even closer friends. Because we both have the same hobby. Namely, we both like to play basketball like crazy. Once we both disguised ourselves as boys and joined forces. to the boys basketball club. Crazy, huh?
During the disguise, with great difficulty Sinta's two braids had to be hidden under a hat.
"And the best thing is, we both have a spirit of fun that is greater than the spirit of serving at school... hihihi, that's why we both quickly became friends.
"Oh, maybe you don't know how I first met Sinta.
"At that time, I was playing on the basketball court at Sinta school. I happened to be invited by a friend of mine who went to school there. Then when I finished playing, I was hanging out in the sixteen cafeteria while sipping young coconut ice. Suddenly I felt a pretty sweet creature. approached me. The person immediately greeted me with a friendly attitude and chirped, "Eh, you play basketball cool too. Teach me, please! I've always wanted to be able to play, can't I?"
"At first I thought he was just teasing me. That's why I nonchalantly answered, "Yes. If you want to take a course, just go home, the pay is not expensive. At most it's just a bowl of meatballs every afternoon. Okay?"
"And unexpectedly, the girl who said she was called Sinta actually came to the house every afternoon. She whined and asked to be taught basketball. Hihihi..., that kid is also crazy. But if you don't want to, I taught you too. And it turns out she was really diligent in listening to everything that was said. I teach.
"I really like teaching him. He turns out to be quite talented too. You see, only a few times, he can already do it,
"What's fun about him, he turns out to be a really sociable person, he's good to talk to, he's a sparring partner when he's gossiping. And most importantly, he really likes teasing people. So, I really like him."
"From now on, I'm often seen together with him. Practicing together, je je es together, or if things get crazy again, we both like to make fun of the engineering kids who study near Sinta's house, Uh, cool, Ol.
"And to be honest, we really like it when cool guys like Tom Cruise are watching the game. The enthusiasm for playing can be doubled. Actually, to be able to play basketball well, you don't always need to train hard. But what you need is supporters in the form of cool guys. such models... hihihi.
"This is a theory that we came up with after playing basketball for so many years, without ever winning a national championship.
"But this is what makes me sad now, Ol. No, it's not because my game has declined. But..., ah, when I remember that series of events, I become annoyed. Really annoyed. I hate Sinta as much as I hate it.
"How could it not be, Ol. You know, before every match started, almost all the cool guys were hailing me. Calling my name. Well, that's because I always scored the most points and was the star of the field. But lately, everything has changed. changed. I was so shocked when they started chanting Sinta's name, when she started joining my club. At first, only the supporters in the front row were shouting tacky chants at Sinta's name. But a few minutes later, everyone from all over was shouting Sinta's name.
"I looked at Sinta. Sinta looked embarrassed but liked it,
"I counted again, how many points Sinta had scored. Is he playing better now than me? Apparently not, Ol. I'm still the top scorer. I'm still the best. But why is Sinta the one they're hailing now? Even when in the end my club is the one winning as champion, the supporters cheered Sinta even more, even though he only put the ball in twice,
"I'm jealous?
"Maybe, Ol. But who doesn't have fun? I, who scored the most points, who has always been their idol, now loses the charisma of Sinta. Last afternoon's child, who actually grew up because of me. This is the first time I've participated in a match at my club. And what was annoying was that the boy responded to the supporters' shouts by waving his hands as if he felt entitled to receive it.
"I'm annoyed, Ol. So much so that I don't want to, change clothes with him in the changing room,
"Boys are strange, aren't they, Dil? I'm the one being shouted at. I should be
You. "You are the one who scored the most points," said Sinta when we finished exchanging clothes.
"I'm just annoyed.
"Yes, he knows that he doesn't deserve that insult, but why does he seem to enjoy it?
"And, Ol, I almost cried when one of the little children ran up to us and gave Sinta a piece of paper, 'Here, Sis. There's a message from Mas Indra over there.'
"Instantly the children cheered mockingly. 'You lost, Dilla. Now you're not a star anymore...' commented the children.
"My heart hurts a lot, VANYA You know, Indra is the coolest guy I've ever met. I really like looking at his innocent face. I even hoped that one day I could chat with him, but now... Sinta is even easier get it.
"Dear Vanya, I really felt like I won in that match. But I also felt like I had lost at the same time. I lost in competition with Sinta. Sometimes, God is unfair, OK Ol. Why is it that I, who worked so hard to start from the bottom, can be defeated by Sinta, who has just started ? If the one who competes with me is
my old friends, who have been in the club for a long time, maybe I won't be this disappointed,
"I thought again; Ol. What am I lacking?
"No. Nothing. I don't lack anything. But I forgot, it turns out that Sinta has other advantages. She is indeed cuter than me. She has a pair of eyes that are like cat eyes. Beautiful.
"Is that what makes people rave about him?
"So, what do beautiful eyes have to do with basketball?
"There's one more thing I forgot, Vanya. It turns out it's true. Most people's appreciation is not for what they do, but for who does it. Beauty is, like it or not, still number one,
"And Sinta wasn't wrong, VANYA She wasn't wrong when she came home kindly and wanted to treat me to fried chicken, but I curtly refused. Oh, I'm mean, aren't I, Ol?
"Sinta's not wrong. She's still kind to me. And I can't blame her for happily receiving a million sympathies from those guys. Especially from Indra. Why should she refuse when everyone praises her? Is it wrong if she really enjoys all that?
"Dear Vanya,
"I just felt that there are times when we have to admit defeat to people who have been at the bottom. Even though it's hard, even though we don't want to, reality often forces us to admit it. To believe, if the facts have already said it, what else can we hide? What's more? who can we lie to? Even ourselves force us to admit defeat.
"The more we deceive ourselves, the more pain we feel.
"Oh, Vanya.
"If one day we have to admit defeat, why should we ever feel proud of the victory we have received?
"If one day we have to suffer, why should we ever feel happy? Won't it hurt later?
"Indeed, Ol. How nice it is to be someone who never feels superior to others. So that when they get success, we don't get hurt because of it,
"It's getting late, sweet Vanya. I want to go to sleep first. Thank you for reading my diary. It's a relief. Tomorrow we'll tell the story again, okay? Please pray, Ol, I hope I can have sweet dreams. I hope this pain goes away when I wake up tomorrow morning.
"Sinta's not wrong, Ol. No. But I can't deceive myself if I hate her to death!
Dilla."
When folding the light blue paper, Vanya's eyes felt wet. Andi behind the operator's desk was late playing the ending song.
The atmosphere in the studio was silent for a moment. Quiet...
Only the sound of Wina sobbing in the corner was heard.
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