Chapter 14: The Second Folks song festival competision
Finally we went home on foot in the middle of the night. The group of players and singers returned to be picked up by Merci.
Arriving at Mr. Saleh's house, they were having fun. Take turns hugging, lifting and kissing the trophy of victory.
No one congratulated the writer, not Pak Guru, not Kang Djodjoh, not one of them.
The dagger stuck in the heart felt like it was being pulled and buried over and over again, the pain was excruciating. Especially when you see Si Eneng so cheerful with someone who the author suspects is someone who stabs him in the back.
It was as if the slender-fingered hand had submerged 1/4 of it, and the euphoria had all finished off the rest, so the rusty dagger buried the writer into the hilt of the hilt.
That night, the writer could not close his eyes. The dagger felt like something was moving, in and out, it felt like it was wriggling.
The morning call to prayer was heard. I had time to pray but the pain continued. Finally the writer went to the teacher's house to vent.
I didn't wait for the day to light, half running. I went to the teacher's house. Right in front of the teacher's door, the steel broke. I burst into tears.
Without a word the teacher guided me, sat me down on the sofa, and sat next to me without a word. After the crying subsided, I lifted my head, and dried the remnants of the tears.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Drunk of victory," said Drunken of victory, that's when I first heard it.
After plong, I said farewell, without explaining again, why I fell. The teacher already understands.
This time, I felt that I had lost my ability to take the semester exam. For the umpteenth time failed again.
A year has passed unnoticed. But the information that the writer hoped for did not appear, finally the information arrived but the time was tight. Where should I start?
There is information, Si Eneng returned to Jayagiri to meet a reliable guitarist, black, his name is Dada, a street person. They both brought a song, which was listened to by the visitors there.
This is the momentum, a singer meets a guitarist is the same as a cupu meets a lid. So to meet Dandang, you don't need to go to Cisokan, just at Si Eneng's house.
The day of the gig has arrived, it's time. Ujang slid towards the target of Kang Cecep's Room. My wish was fulfilled in someone's room playing guitar.
The day of the gig has arrived, it's time. Ujang slid towards the target of Kang Cecep's Room. My wish was fulfilled in someone's room playing guitar. Sometimes the rhythmic sound reverberates, sometimes the melody is interspersed with the bass sound, very complete. Black guitar player.
After saying hello I immediately sat in front of the child, and said: "His dadang?" "You're going to be lightheaded"
The author explains it, he understands. Finally, the writer expresses the author's intention. He agreed to reveal the name of a guitarist who was studying for his friend, his name was Wawan.
Later, he was known as Wawan Komeng, vocalist and guitarist for the band Mat Bitel, whose name is quite famous in Bandung, playing a lot on the open stage. It's a shame he was entangled in drugs to become an addict.
Information is that there is a Folks song member from Rw 10 Jalan Warta Cibangkong who did not participate in the competition. Nod. The author contacted him, he agreed. He recommended a drummer. Later in the day I know him by the name Kang Endang,
, a teacher of the visual arts, the beat of his drum still accompanies a song by the famous singer One Deg and enters the recording studio.
He recommended the lute player, his meeting, the kiara leaning. His name is Kang Ajat. Apparently, when strumming the harp reliable too. It's complete, the finalist target is in hand.
The days of practice arrived, in the writer's own living room. Meanwhile, my two younger siblings, every time they practice, can be heard chanting the holy verses of the Qur'an accompanied by the clapping of drums and plucking of the harp, complete with guitar accompaniment. Although this incident is not illegal but I don't care because it sounds fun too.
Finally the battle bell rang in the Traffic Park and ended up shocking. Group 04 A, which the author leads, qualified from the preliminary round and group B fell out of the preliminary round. Truly surprising and depressing. And surprise and astonishment swept over all members of the Valeres.
The author does not want to linger in wonder. The author intends to meet the organizing committee. Coincidentally met one of the committee members who I know, his name is Kang Joni.
the author expresses the author's astonishment. He explained, indeed Group B performed well, the chorus was compact and neat, the music was harmonious and had a great chance of being a finalist.
The big mistake was that they brought western folks songs. The jury team set a low score compared to Folks songs from the archipelago. Well that's what the writer understands.
A discordant voice was heard "This must be because Kang Ujang Kang Ujang is close to the committee, but they don't act Su'udzan. Unthankful, don't appreciate I don't struggle because the condition for one Rw can only include one group.
So I was remembered that there was one strategy, so group B Rw 04 finally accepted the registration.
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