I stood behind the stage’s curtain,
nervously waiting as the two MCs greet the audiences. In my hand were all the
stuffs I needed to come on stage. My mind was still filled by some memorized
words and a little excitement from my previous performance. This is it, the time
of my life I guess. I got to meet the person who inspired me to dream big.
Although I was a little disappointed when I recently found out that his real
age was far from what I expected, I am still very thankful to have a chance to actually
sit face to face with him. Thanks to my senior Ahmad Faris who picked me out of
many more, talented students to be a moderator.
Ka El and Baim, the MCs are now
reading my CV. There was one point when the audiences laughed. I didn’t bother
because my eyes were still worried about what to say in front there. I kept on
humming, trying to master every word that I prepared last night. I wanted to be
epic, just like those in the movies.
“Mari kita panggilkan….”
Ou no, it’s my turn to come on stage.
I put a lot of effort to walk firmly, collecting all my confidence together. The
crowd gave applause as a custom to those coming on stage. I looked straight
forward to maintain my walking rhythm. But just a few step after I accidentally
gave a gaze to the crowd. I lost that rhythm, so I pace forward to quickly
reach the two couches prepared for the discussion.
I laid my notes on the table and sat
down. The round of applause faded leaving almost silence. I took one out of two
microphones provided. While turning it on I managed to take glimpse on my
notes.
“Bapak bapak, ibu ibu, rekan rekan
mahasiswa…”
I threw a rhetorical question but it
didn’t turn rhetoric at all. Everybody answered with laughter instead. It
surprised me but I continued, withdrawing my epic expectation. Anyway I was
able to pass my intro quickly even though my point wasn’t really clear. My
concern that moment was to call the main guest up to stage.
“Dengan tepuk tangan yang meriah
kita sambut, Andrea Hirata…”
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| The First Session |
The audience clapped their hands
with anxiety. Our operator gave a little music as Andrea Hirata was approaching
the stage. I shook his hand, smiled and greeted him. This man in front of me
was the writer of “Laskar Pelangi”, the phenomenal novel that had been
translated into 18 different languages and sold in over 70 countries. He did
not only make his village, but also made us Indonesian proud. He inspired not
just thousands but millions to ignore their limits and dream big. He is indeed a
big role model for us youngster, who are pursuing ourselves to build Indonesia
in the coming future.
“Bang Andrea Hirata ini adalah……”
I read a little about his CV and
gave the time to him to speak. He spoke for fifteen minutes, sharing his past
experience as a student who then became a corporation employee before finally
decided to write novels. Although he wrote his experience in his novels, the
stories told that moment still amazes the audiences. After he spoke, lots of
hands were raised wanting to asked questions. I didn’t know who to choose so I
let Andrea Hirata select.
Four questions were answered with
satisfaction. Andrea was really humble while answering. He didn’t see himself
as a famous and smart person. Rather as a villager who by God’s permission
reached a success point. He was neither cold nor stiff. He even answered some
questions with humor.
By this time I already got used to
the crowed. My eyes are now free to glance upon the crowd with no more worries.
“Oke kita sediakan 3 penanya lagi
karena waktu kita terbatas…”
An hour passed and we reached the
end of session one. I once again shook Andrea Hirata’s hand. We went down the
stage together. Not long after people approached near him, wanting to take
pictures together with him. I continued my walked to meet the other committees,
thanking them for their support. The show was a great success. Hundreds came
not only from Ankara, but also other cities around Turkey.
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