Curhat and Shrimps
Yesterday was unusual.
We went to Al-Muaither compound because we were rehearsing for a Charity show in order to help Gaza. Karina came along. Which I thought was good, because Rania wasn't coming until after 5, and Ocha was practicing singing. I wanted someone to come along with me as I walk around the compound. The compound was empty and had a pool which I often fancy visiting whenever we're in Muaither.
But unfortunately a sandstorm happened. -_____- And Karina couldn't stand the sand cuz it hurts her lungs and all. So we had no choice but to stay indoors.
We stayed at Nissa's house for a while waiting for the sandstorm to die down. While we waited, Dasa came and talked to me saying that he found out about me liking 'Hoho' (You shalt find out later on.) . I denied it, but then he spotted the flush which appeared on my cheeks. He went crazy and teased me about it till Karina snorted. Nur Amira shall pay later.
Karina went bored of me giving hints that I wanted to go out, so she said, "Fine, let's search for Ocha!" I asked if it ws ok, cuz I knew how weak her lungs can be. She just said yes and off we went to Ocha's house which was right at the end of the compound. The compound wasn't big so getting there only took two minutes.
We were in Ocha's house and it felt warm and welcome, unlike the bitter and cold sandstorm that blew outside. BS (Mbak Syania and big sister of Ocha) was there playing on the laptop. Chatting to Umar and Hamzah, I guess. They live here in Muaither compound, too.
BS and me got closer to each other these days ever since we talked about dream-guys and all. Even if she's 16 and I'm... 12. She was usually so emo and all so whenever I had managed to make her laugh, I felt proud inside. Because I like making people smile.
Then again, everyone always manages to make her laugh. o____0
Which I also wonder, why are we close on the Net but not in reality? Is it because we're not really opened towards each other in public? Anyways, Ocha was just preparing to practice singing in the Compound's Clubhouse and Karin was moaning and groaning about how she has to journey outside again. It wasn't that bad of a sandstorm really, as it was the day before. We can barely see 100 or 200 meters ahead of us last day.
The reason why I looked forward to going out again was because there was a chance I might get to see him. So at the mention that we're gonna journey through the compound, I instantly perked up and went all bouncy. I guess I admit I am a bit crazy about him. :/ And I knew it would be another one of those times when you crush on someone and that someone doesn't even have a clue that you exist.
So as we walked out of the door, I looked up at the sky and it was much darker than the last time we were out. So we walked towards the Clubhouse and we called Jihan and Nadya because they were singing. Me and Karin weren't, though. I was their age, but I was too tall to be called a little child.
As we arrived at the Clubhouse there was Fikar, Salman, Dandy, Dasa (I never knew he was singing), JIhad (NOT Jihan. Jihan is a girl.), Ariq and this one boy whom to my dismay, I can never remember the name of. Then Ocha, Leah, Nadya, Jihan and to my surprise, Nadhira Effendi were there, too. She was in my Year group, but smaller than me, so I guess she was still able to enter. They started singing, and they sang beautifully with spirit. They sang Tell Me Why by Michael Hart. At least, that's what I think the song was. He was English but turned Muslim, and Tell Me Why was dedicated specially for Gaza.
At the end of the practice, Salman's Dad said we'll go to Nissa's house to practice again because over there was the piano. And also, the teenagers were all practicing there, too. Then came Karina's nags and rants again. Nadhira and me chatted about how we were singles in Valentines. It was only for jokes, so I said we were SINGLES and PROUD! She agreed and then wondered who Jihad's Valentine was, because he was also in the same Year group. Then we both exclaimed "PRATIWI!" at the same time and laughed. Pratiwi was an Indonesian friend at school who had written on the board that she had liked Jihad, whether it was true or not, me and Nadhira laughed at it anyways. We're not mean or anything, but you are able to sue us if we were.
As the troop journeyed back to Nissa's house, I kept on saying how much I'd love to go to the pool and Karin would rant about how the sand was killing her lungs. Because I always make up stuffs in my mind, for example, I hang out by the pool alone and suddenly, Fajar was with me by the pool and we were suddenly bonding. Just like in one of those animes and fiction stories. Sorta like Avalon High by Meg Cabot.
So yeah, we went to Nissa's house and as we got there a pair of girls were acting out their part. It was really emotional. They acted as Palestinian children and they had described what life was like. How the colour red was a norm to them, how they'd wish there was a day when no person got a bullet in their chests, how they'd grow up to serve for Palestine, the red of their blood was the red of Palestine. I cried at the end, even if it was just a rehearsal. Then we watched the little children play with this ball and we were all squealing at their adorable-ness. Afterwards, we had listened to the teenagers singing 'Palestinaku' which was sung to the melody of 'Matahariku' by Agnes Monica. Their singing was amazing.
Another break, which we ate and all. Then Ocha's group sang along with the piano. Then the big kids again. Then break. At that break, Ocha invited us to her house because the practice was over and it was now merely "Gathering" time for adults, where they discuss stuffs and all. Karina had to go so it was only me and Ocha. Changing her mind about staying in, we decided we'd both walk around the compound, something we had both longed for, but was unable to proceed with because Karina's lungs kept interrupting it.
Then Ocha asked, "Hey. Anty, tell me what you and BS had been up to."
I guess she found out that me and BS had been chatting with each other. It was time to tell, I guess and I said that me and BS had been chatting about him. Ocha fell quiet and listened to how BS had helped me to chat with him , even if the result was awkward. Ocha laughed at the stuffs I said at the chat. After I finished, I asked her what has she been up to.
She fell quiet and said that she's been crushing on the same guy all along. She even confessed by writing a "Letter" to him. He does, after all, live in the same compound. She said that in MSN his personal message had said 'Ahahaha, I don't like this paper. *Throws away '
Then she told me everything from when the first time the feeling had developed. She's told me everything, and even to the point where she had said that they both won't talk anymore ever since she wrote that note. Then she cried. She told me that it was the first time she had been heartbroken, and that she was only able to tell me. Feeling somewhat flattered, I hugged her because she was smaller than me. I felt more sisterly than ever at that time. She trusted me. And I realised that this was the first time we've opened up to each other for a long, long time.
That was my most favourite part of the day. No FAJAR could make it better, he was just a boy who doesn't feel the same way. Me and Ocha, however, were sisters at that time.
A video of Michael Hart and Agnes Monica to be posted!