Sakinah The Hidden
Part 1 Silent Love
I think 'I'm in love
Because it feels different
Oh, is this really love?
It was always different when looking at him (hu)
Why am I like this?
Lost your courage close to you
Wants 'me to have you
But I don't know
How-to?
Please tell him
I wrote this song for him
His name is always mentioned in prayer
Say it with me
I think 'I'm in love
Because it feels different
Oh, is this really love?
Always different when looking at him hu
Here I stand
Waiting for the right time
Until I finally got it
Tell you oh
Please tell him
I wrote this song for him
His name is always mentioned in prayer
Say will…
Budi Doremi \= Please
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The sound of my guitar clinking flowed to the corner of the room. Her soft sayup tone penetrated into the heart. Syair single song “Tolong” performed by singer Budi Doremi seemed to blend with what I feel. My true story is very clear in every temple.
Falling in love, but unable to express, admiring even in wishful thinking. These lips are too weak to express the contents of the heart, her graceful face often makes me fixated. The smile that adorned his lips shifted my gloomy world.
Really, not without reason I call my life bleak. From childhood to adulthood I grew up without a mother's affection. She left me and dad, ran away with her mistress. That day, my 10th birthday, was the worst day in the history of my life.
The woman I didn't deserve to call the mother left the house with a suitcase without looking at me who yelled at her, entered the black sedan that took her away somewhere, to this day I didn't hear the news. Well, I don't care about that either. To me, he died seven years ago.
One year later, my father married a woman who is now a surrogate mother to me. The woman who never showed her kind demeanor was as cute as it was in front of dad. Stupid timing. I live by my will, of course no one has the right to rule my life. No matter what they yell at me or label me as being stubborn, stupid, and arrogant. Anyway, I'm basically immune to that.
All that changed, my indifference was instantly gone during my meeting with Sakinah. The beautiful, gentle, and polite girl I've known since I was in Junior High, second grade in second semester, three years ago. I'm a transfer student from Gorontalo.
My father was an Army TNI who often got assignments out of the area, of course it made me have to also move from one area to another, depending on the position of the task carried by him. Counted twice I moved schools since I was in second grade, not to mention the problems I made in class.
I was a foolish child, so no one considered my existence. All of that, I did so that my father would give him a little attention. In fact, there is nothing interesting about school, a routine that makes me bored. Learning, doing tasks, must come on time.
It was an activity I never liked, until it all changed when I first saw Sakinah sitting on the second row of my new class. My eyes were straight at him. His face was auspicious, plus dimples as he smiled making the look more sparkling.
Hah .. I cannot describe the beauty of the creature before me. His voice also sounded melodious more than the sweetness of the guitar that I always pick when boredom approaches.
I was transfixed like a fool staring fixedly at Sakinah, until the clap of the teacher's hand that landed on my shoulder resuscitated me.
“Arya, are you okay?” said Mrs Rinjani slowly looking at me. “Come, introduce yourself to friends,”.
I'm nodding. My eyes began to look around me, looking at the friends who seemed enthusiastic waiting for me to introduce myself.
“My name is Arya Setyo Country. You can call me Arya or Setyo just don't call me country. You see, I do not have a population and government,”, I joked. They suddenly heard my words. Sakinah also laughed.
“You are there, Arya.” Mrs Rinjani smiled at me.
“Sit back there, next to Rudi.” Mrs Rinjani said again and told me to position myself to sit down. Then, the lesson starts as usual.
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