I love playing chess. But I always lose the game. After going home from the mosque or after the prayer I always go to my friend's house. Yes the goal is to play chess. We always bet that losers should get punished. Every night the punishment is always different. But the losers remain the same that I am. I'm bored. Why I'm losing mulu. And I always practice.
Every Sunday I always practice with my dad. Because at that time he was off work. And sometimes I go to grandfather's house in the next village. Yes even if you have to walk along the path far enough. Even had to pass through the forest. But it's okay for the sake of self-esteem.
That day at Ali's friend's house, the game of chess began. We were 5 people. Namely me, Ali, Faith, Marwan and Dio. Because there is only one chess board. So we take turns. We can only play after a losing opponent. While the win will continue to play against the next challenger. For the punishment for losers today is to drink one glass of water each time losing. They all feel the victory except me. For three hours the game countless how many glasses of water I've been drinking. I always lose and with a fast time anyway. Faster than my friend who suffered defeat.
It was ten o'clock at night. I go home like a cow bark. Because drinking too much water. But I am heartened to accept all my defeats. I always thought tomorrow would be better.
And come tomorrow. Ali announces that this time his punishment is that every loser must be willing to face his handsome crossed out by a winner. We all agreed. The game started and again I lost. This time I was overcome with anger. Because I'm tired of losing only. When the time was 10 o'clock and it was time to go home, I protested and asked for the time plus until 12 pm. They all agree on it because tomorrow is Sunday.
Two tense hours began. I'm trying my best to win this fight. "I must take advantage of this opportunity" I thought, and jeng .. jeng ... I lost again.
It was 12 o'clock at night and I came home feeling angry, my eyes bulging all the way. Black shirt, black pants, black sheets and now my face is black. I walked in the darkness and only my eyes were visible. Before I got home I had time to look in Ali's house. I was surprised because I did not recognize my own face in the mirror. But I can not wash my face before I get to the house.
"Asalamualaikum bu," I call
"Wa 'alaikum salam" then opened my sister's door
When the door opened my sister screamed hysterically as she said "devil" she was calling me devil with bulging eyes and a creepy face. His voice is very loud. Until the sleeping neighbors were all out of the house.
The next day after the morning prayer I slept again but not long after a tumble of water landed on my face. My mother said I had to go to school. I feel confused today is Sunday. Kan school holiday. But I did. I went to school.
Arriving at school the atmosphere is crowded. And it turns out the principal held a chess race. He selects who is eligible to represent the school in a sub-district chess race next week. "Let's hope I'm one of them" I hope. I signed up. And I made it I became one of the three representatives. And in this school I became champion one where it was never imagined before. While in second place there is Ali and Dio in third place.
That day arrived, in the subdistrict we fought with children from other schools. Where there are only two people who are entitled to drive at the district level. Our school is really proud. 3 of his representatives managed to become champions in this district-level chess race. And I'm back to being champion one. Ali in second place and Dio in third place. But the right to go to the district level only two people. We also did a farewell to Dio. "I'm sorry ya, I had ngeremehin you" said Dio then he hugged me. "Nothing, you doain aja hopefully in our district succeed and re-it the name of the school" I said while releasing the hugging Dio, because the hug is so tight until I hard breathe.
We fight back in the district and I now have to part with Ali. He died. I went back at the provincial level and again became champion one. I am back to be the first champion in national level and also Asia level, I also have the right to represent Indonesia in world championship. My performance was shown in a television show. How proud my parents were when he watched the show on tv, so did my school and the country of Indonesia. Everything is proud of me. I was interviewed what my secret I can represent Indonesia in the world. I just replied "the secret of effort and prayer" I replied briefly.
World-level chess contest began and stay one step for me to snatch the title of grandmaster. I reached the final and in this final I am against the Russians. And I won. I became world champion. Today I prove myself that someone who comes from the village was able to speak a lot in the eyes of the world. I am Alvin Sanjaya Grandmaster from the village.
I'm so happy, I can not help feeling this, I laugh out loud with my mouth wide open. At that time the Russian I defeated walked over to me with a bakwan goreng that seemed to be still hot. I did not think he was pushing the hot bakwan bakwan into my wide open mouth. I was instantly shocked. When I was overheating came a voice from the sky "have eaten it!" But his voice sounded like my friend Dio's voice, in my mind "Dio kan in the village he did not go to Russia?". Then the Russian put the hot bakwan back in my mouth and Dio's voice came up again and it was true that it was Dio's voice from huh64y3n
the real world.
I was just a dream. I opened my eyes and I felt something strange with my mouth. Yes bakwan is still in my mouth. It turns out Dio who put bakwan hot. Because he said I was hardly built. "Come on kemon! eat mulu "I said while carrying the ball that I took from under my bed.bunnyni nl