TASK 6

Trophy Dreams

I was a young fighter. It wasn’t my will, but my dad led me on that way. He really would me to be a martial athlete. He was a warrior and wished his son to be like him. However he didn’t train me by his own hand because of his rush of being a teacher. He brought me to his men to train me. I passed through many events, but I never won the battle. Even I was fail, my dad didn’t stop supporting me “you lose doesn’t mean you are weak, but you just unlucky” he said.

One day in the last year of my school career, I and my friends Berlian, Habib and Intan were invited to the province grade tournament. It was a Unila cup teenager class. It was very big even in Lampung province and under coach Fauzi’s command, we were in. I felt doubt I could go back with some achievement, but my dad said “it still long way to be a champion, I just need you to grab more experiences” even I knew he wished me won.

A few days after invitation, we spent our mind, energy, time and money just to prepared everything we need to join the tournament. We practiced every night before it began. The coach led us to sharpened our technique and reflex, he also gave us physical training. I remember when he said “your physic is never been ready before you throw up”. His words made me trembling, but I felt curious about the truth and I prove that he was right.

Training months had done and we were set for the tournament. Three days and double nights we stayed in Bandar Lampung, location of Unila cup. I took double classes in that tournament, battle class and single art class. In battle class, I got the fourth party and I was defeated. I admitted that my enemy was stronger than me. I dropped him once, but he did many times upon me. My friend, Habib was lucky, his enemy dropped out from the battle because he was overweight. Luckiness was also come to my beautiful friend Intan, she defeated her enemy well. My other friend Berlian was also did it very well. I was the only one who lost the battle earlier, but I thought I’m fine because I still had a chance in single art class.

The next day was my turn in single art class. There were eight participants divided into two groups. There were group A and group B. I was in group B with three other participants. It was my day because I did it well and I passed the group as the runner up. There were only two participants from each group who may go to final and I was one of the finalist at that time.

The last day of tournament was the final. Habib and Intan was defeated and they didn’t pass the quarter final. Whereas Berlian was defeated in semifinal, but he got the third podium. I was the last hope for my contingent to get one more trophy. When I presented my performance, everything was running well in early 2 minutes. Unfortunately, when I drew my machete, I dropped it unintentionally and suddenly people said “noo..!!!”. I felt shock a while, then continue my demonstration until the end. After that tragedy, I tried to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. I was mad of myself “how could be?” I said to my coach and he just replied “it’s okay, you do good job kid. It isn’t over yet. Let’s pray they don’t cut your point too much” he said to calm me down. I knew it was a fatal tragedy and I broke people’s hope on me.

Fortunately, the people that supported me never showed their disenchanted. They gave me a hug and said “it’s alright, you are the best player I ever met” those words secured my pain. I knew that I disappointed them, but it wasn’t really my false. I did the best and for the rest was God decision.

Finally, the jury announced the result of whole party. I felt regard when I knew that I was in the third podium. If I didn’t dropped my weapon, the second trophy should be mine even the first. There were only two trophies in single art class and I brought nothing to home. After that event, I decided to stop my career to be an athlete. I didn’t give up, but I just realized that it wasn’t my division. I would always remember that fatal tragedy. That trophy was something I wish I had.