CERITA KAMI / OUR STORY

Disclaimer: If I'm owned Fullmetal Alchemist…Then the whole universe will be in doom. BUT! I'm owned the OC's. ( Grin )

Author: Me. : )

Warning: Rated T for safety. Please enjoy. : ) And please forgive me if there's some mistake grammar. English not my first language, but I'll try to improve my skill.

CHAPTER I: Semuanya Bermula Dari…/ Everything is Beginning From…

I don't know what I should begin. Really, it was so…unbelievable. Neither for my friends, for them, or even me! But it's happened to us, the Books and Astronomy Club. I'm not sure how it began. I'm not a good story-telling like Clark or Sora which has incredible imagination. I can't write a short story, believe me. There are some reasons why I wrote this story. Back there, I'm just a normal girl who loved to run, along with the wind and made some cakes and cookies for my friends. All of us are best friends. Just a normal girl. Alright dear readers, not normal entirely. Not since that fateful meeting with them. When our normal lives and our fates changed, dramatically. In that day…Where we supposed to go hiking, see some stars in midnight, and some fun in Clark's place, far there in German. So many we've through, alone or together that time. Joyful, sadness, pain, laugh, anger, forgiveness, love, hate, fallen, encouraging. We also learnt true friendship, faith, will to survive and spirit to life in this world, no matter what happen. At last, most of all, a true kindness.

The five of us already got meaningful lessons from those weird events. It's okay we're not see them forever. But at least, we're not forget about them. We have some precious memories in there.

This is our story. A story about my friends, a story about them, a story about our adventures, a story about our lives, since we dumped to another world. A world where technology was second, a world where weird yet incredible science rule named alchemy. A world of Alchemy…

It was started around 3 months ago…

When we had past National Exam and confused where we should go for vacation, remembering this was the last time we would be in Nusantara Senior High School…

- 3 Months Ago…-

I am drinking my orange juice fast and quickly. To be honest, I'm so confused with the weather lately in Jakarta. This day so hot, until no clouds to covered the earth down here. Next time, next day, suddenly we got a big storm, and rain, until some places in this metropolitan had flooded. Right now, it's break at school, me and my friends now sitting below the tree. Gladly, Nusantara Senior High School has many trees in their garden. We are sitting one from those trees. While we're eating, we're chatting, discussing, and teasing. Our daily when we have a time. It was fun. And that's how it broke by…

"HOT….!" yelled Sora, as she threw her arms to sky. "Is this really rainy season! I doubt it, Abdul." Let me introduces you. This is Sora Hoshino, one of my friends. She's Japanese. She's half Japanese and German more correctly, since she has blue eyes.

She has dark obsidian hair, and sky blue eyes. She's beautiful with face's bit oval, proportional nose and lips. Her hair is long version from my simple classy bob cut. Her skin is whitish yellow and smooth, something I envied from her. She's a bit taller than me. I'm 163 cm, while she 167 cm. She's the most skillful at martial arts and the smartest from us. Sora was not long ago stayed in here. She's in Jakarta around Jakarta 2 years ago.

"It is," this time Abdullah agreed. "I can't believe this is Jakarta. Too hot in here." He frowned and then drinking his ice coffee. This is my childhood friend, Abdullah Akbar bin Muhammad Hidayatullah. We called him Abdul for short.

He's Arabian, from Egypt. He's cute with his black short hair and bangs, bright green eyes, tanned skin and his sincere smile. He's tall enough and well built. He's participating in basketball club, even though he's quite small for his people, he's practicing and he got taller, slowly. Last time I checked, his height reached 174 cm. He has a European ancestor, so this is the reason why his color eyes is green while Arabian usually dark brown or black. In our club, he plays his role as secretary and negotiator. Different from others Arabian, his tone is soft but has energy inside it.

"Give me a break, Sora. I mean…, this IS Jakarta. Of course it's damned hot." Clark snapped.

"Clark, that's rude." scolded Saidi, looking at his friend.

This last two are Clark Arnett Bonamy and Saidi Themba. Clark from French, but he's stayed in Germany for long time before attending school to Jakarta. He has messy blond hair and dark blue eyes, with the whitest skin I have ever see. Clark was the tallest in our group. I think his height around 183 cm. He's a mood maker and bit hyperactive. Sometimes he can be hyperbolic and rude. Clark was the most alive and troublesome between us. No wonder he can get into trouble so easily. He's loved to play soccer ball and milk freak. He can drink 5 bottles every day. I wonder this is why he was incredible tall. I like a dwarf beside him.

As for Saidi, he's an African. He said, he's originally from Sudan, but when her mother married with his father who was Javanese, she moved to Jakarta and gave birth to Saidi. He has dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and dark skin. He's almost as tall as Abdullah, maybe around 172 cm. He's the calmest and patient people I had met. It made me amazed sometimes how he was so patient to face Clark stubbornness and his act. He's very good in art, and I like how he drawing people, nature, animals, and plants. Everything he draws is so realistic. You must see it.

"Chill out, guys," I smiled and trying to changed the object. Let's see…. Maybe this subject can make them interested. "Hey, we had past National Exam, and this is our last year in Nusantara High School. Why don't we past this with doing something?"

"Do what?" Clark questioned to me. He raised his eyebrow.

"I don't know. Hiking, go to sea, make a research, everything we considered as good." I am very enthusiasm. "We've already in this school for 3 years. We also go everywhere and together. We will go to different universities and maybe in other countries. We should make some beautiful memories. Come on guys. It will be awesome."

"Hey, that's a great idea. I was thinking the same thing." Sora exclaimed. She finished her food and placed it beside her. "We should do something interesting. Why don't we go somewhere and doing…, like Sri's said?"

Saidi is rubbing his chin. "That's not bad," he straightened from his position. "But where should we go?"

"Do you have any idea where we should go, Clark?" asked Abdul.

"Well, I was thinking why don't we go to Cibodas? It's near Bandung and I heard it was a nice place." He accommodated.

"It will be lovely, but I can't." Sora shook her head. "I must go to Berlin and Munich in short time. I have to visit and see my cousins."

"German? How coincidence! I will go to German to check universities in there. I want to continue playing music." Yep. Abdul very loved with music. Classic, pop, J-pop, rock, and many more. He got teased by others boys how 'girly' he is. But we don't care, we're like Abdul music skill. He's playing piano and violin for now. He wants to start play flute and bass.

This time Saidi commented. He's seems confused. "In German? Weird. My uncle works in there, but he's sick right now. So soon or later we must see him. We don't know when we can see Uncle, our money not that many. We have enough money for now. And Dad told me he want me to see him with Mom early, because he can't left his work."

"Really!" Clark shouted happy and childish. "Then it is good news! I have a home back in there. We can stay in there."

"Are you sure our parents will let us?" Sora asked sarcastic.

"Who cares?" Clark said. "My parents are in there, so no problem. At least we have a same destination to go for the last time, friends. We must enjoy this, this okay?"

"Well, not wrong, Clark. However…" Abdul tried to interrupted, cut by Clark's voice.

"Then it's settled. We will go to German!" He throws his fist to air. Sora realized something.

"What about Sri, Clark?"

Clark turned to her with dumbfound look. "Huh?"

"What about Sri, Clark?" she repeated. "She can't leave her mother alone in Jakarta." she explained.

He then turned to me. "Sri?" he looking at me, concerned.

I staring him. I know the others also staring me, hopeful and worry. I know what they staring mean.

I lived with Simbok1.) since Bapak2.)had died because of accident. We came from Yogyakarta, Central Java. It's a capital province for Central Java. We're moved to Jakarta to help Bulik3.) Fatimah sells her batik. 6 years since I arrived in Jakarta. Her store became big and enough famous, so as thank you, she hired Simbok as her assistant. Of course I want to go to German. I loved their culture. But when I am thinking about Simbok, I'm in dilemma. She's working so hard for me. We're not a rich family. Most of money she has was pay for my school. I can't let her down, so I studied hard. Not useless, since school had given me accommodate to attend university in UI, or IU, Indonesia University. I'm relieved about it. This means we will not worry again about finance.

But what about this plan go to German? I heard it's cost not little money. It's so expensive and I doubt we have that much money. Simbok had gone to Mecca 4 months ago to does hajji and it cost a lot of them.

What will I do? I don't want to leave Simbok, but I don't want to leave behind by them. This is so confusing.

I feel a hand touched my shoulder. I stare to the owner. Saidi smiled understanding.

"We shouldn't talk this for now." He said. "Maybe we should change our destination. How about go to Pulau Seribu? Or Bogor? Tanjunglesung? Sukabumi? Or maybe Ujung Kulon. We don't have to far away."

"He's right, Sri." Clark agreed. "Not only destination, we should check our finance. Man, I even doubt I have enough money to get an airplane, believe me."

Saidi nudged Clark ribs, playfully. "Like you don't have many of it. If I'm not wrong, you're bought a car lately. With your money, I bet."

"Hey!"

Saidi chuckled lightly as Clark protested.

"Hm…., why not Belitong? I've read 'Rainbow Troops' by Andre Hirata. It's said the sea and the mountain are extremely beautiful. I want to go to that place and see it by myself." Sora requested.

"It's still far, Sora. Sri wouldn't make it….." Abdul frowned.

Saidi let out a long sigh, while Clark staring disbelieve to her.

I can't help but laughed at them.

That night in my home, I help Simbok cooking few serambi cakes4.), and some sus cream cakes5.). Simbok's cook ability is great. We cook some food to sell, besides helping Bulik. She's now made some vla or cream. I am helping him to fill the cakes with the cream Simbok is made earlier when she asked me.

"Nduk6.), How are your school today?" she asked me with some interest. I smiled simple.

She's often asked me about school and my friends. Maybe she's worried about our relationship and our school education, remembering this school famous enough in Capital, at first. Now she's more relaxed and concerned when she already knew my friends. If we made a lot of cakes, she insisted me to brought them to school, and my friends ate it with happy and asked me to bring more.

"It's fun, Mbok. It's very fun. Even it's near graduate day, the next 2 weeks." I grin. In our school, graduate day around 2 weeks from now. It'll be boring if we're didn't do anything. So I asked my friends if we can go anywhere and doing something.

"I'm glad to hear that." Simbok replied. "Bapak must very proud of you. Lha, wong you're his beloved child. Not only him, Simbok also very proud of you."

A faith bloomed in my chest. However, I feel sadness too. Bapak was the people I most respectful and loved, beside Simbok. He once worked at Yogyakarta as batik maker. Bulik, or Lik Fatimah is his little sister, so automatically, she's helped him. Bapak then tried to open his own batik shop. He told this to Lik and she very supported it. He then tried to search modal. Bapak decided to go for awhile. Simbok worried, it's already night, and it's dangerous to go because of those road. But Bapak insisted, he said this will be a good opportunity, he must at least try. Simbok gave up and let him went.

Then in the morning, we got news. Simbok was almost fainted that time. I can't say anything. Blank. Bapak has died, in car accident. His car crashed by truck from opposite way. They said the tube of the truck exploded and the driver has a difficult control. He tried to control as the same time a car suddenly appeared from street. It's too late, the accident had happened. Bapak and his partner died in place while the driver badly injured and run to hospital.

I bit my lips. I missed Bapak so much. It's already 7 years since it happened. We only have 2 pictures of him. When he married with Simbok and when I was born, in his arms. He smiled with happiness inside the pictures. We keep it like a treasure. Those pictures were the only thing we have with Bapak memories. Sri is the name he gave it to me.

Sri Cahya Dian. Radiance Light of the Candle, if this name translated. My mind is flying. I heard our names are form of pray from our parents so we will be blessed by Allah or God, so we will be kind, nice, yet strong and beloved children in future. Think again all of our names have meanings within. Abdullah Akbar's mean Glorious Servant of God. Sora Hoshino mean The Stars in the Sky. Clark Arnett Bonamy's mean Like to Study, As Strong As Eagle, and Was a Good Friend. Saidi Themba's mean The Great Helper. How beautiful and magnificent names they are… I wonder what our children's names when they're born to this world… I'm very grateful Bapak gave me this name. Very grateful. I hope I can be like my name…become a light of the candle for those who need it.

Without I realized, I filled the cake too much with cream.

"Nduk?"

After I ate my dinner, I am doing the dishes. Not long, I heard our telephone ringing. Simbok go to answered it.

"Clik.", "Hello?" I can hear Simbok voice from here.

She chat a moment before she called me.

"SRI! It's from Lik Fatimah. She wants to talk with you."

I confused. Wondered what topic she wants to talk. I cleaned my hands quickly.

"I'm coming!" I half run to Simbok's place. She gave the telephone as I arrive in family room.

"Hello?" I replied after I accepted the telephone.

"Assamu'aikum. Sri, how are you? Are you fine?" Lik voice heard from up there. She seems happy. Maybe her work made progress very well.

"Walaikum salam, Bulik. I'm very well, thank you. And you?"

"I'm fine too, Sri. Thank you. How about your school? Are they fine?"

"Yup! They are. My friends are fun too. No wonder people said High school was the most beautiful memories people ever had."

"Oh, I'm happy to hear that. By the way, about your friends, you have said one o them are stayed in German for long time, are they?" she questioned. I raised my eyebrow. It's true. I have told her and Simbok about my friends. Why she's asking it?

"It is, Lik. What's the matter?"

"I need you and your friends help. I hope you and your friends can help me."I hear excitement and smile inside her voice. "Simbok will help too. We got great news today, Sri! Listen carefully…"

I listening all her explanation. Every word, every line. And in same time, my eyes grew wider and wider than before. Happiness filled my body and my mind. Subhanallah? Is this true, Ya Allah?

"You will participate in International Batik Show? In German?" I exclaimed aloud.

Next morning, I run to Book and Astronomy Club room. Even we're from different countries and race, we share a same hobby. Reading books and looking the stars in sky, and we're in same class to. We decided to make this club. Now we have 20 members. We're one of them. I opened the door, startled the others as I entered.

"Geez, Sri! Don't scared us like that!" shouted Clark. He then saw the poster I holding. "Uh, what is that?"

I smiled widely. I open the poster and show it to them. The 4 of them now are staring at it. They eyes became bigger. Clark looking at me, disbelieved. "No way…" he whispered.

"This is….Awesome! That means…" Sora overjoyed.

I nodded. "You're right," I said. "I can go to German now. With Simbok , of course."

"Congratulations, Sri." Abdul greeted me, followed by the others. "Now we can to German, together! Yeah!" Clark's throwing his fist to air again. The rest are laugh.

"So…" Sora began," Where's this batik show held?"

I am standing proudly. I am so happy. Too happy until I didn't realized this journey will the most unexpected journey. This journey will be the most unforgettable, most adventure, and most dangerous in our lives. I only think this will be a fun journey.

"Munich. We will go the day after tomorrow."

I was wrong. We were wrong.

Next in 'Cerita Kami/ Our Story'...

oooooooooo

"Hey, is this just me, or this town seems old?" Saidi said. He studied all building around us.

"You're too?" I said in shock.

oooooooooo

"Who are you…!" a man voice loud and angry echoes from the phone. Abdul gulped as he trying to find a word. Sora act immediately. "Give me that phone." She asked.

Abdul gave it and outside our mind she yelled angry at the man, so loudly and clear.

"LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOT, CAUSE I WILL NOT REPEAT IT!" she yelled, "THE MAN WHO CALLED YOU IS SHOOT. WE TRYING TO HELP HIM, BUT WE NEED TO BRING HIM TO HOSPITAL, IMMEDIATELY! GET THE AMBULANCE HERE, BEFORE SOMETHING VERY BAD HAPPEN!"

The rest, include the man staring at her blankly, amazed with the loudness of her voice. Except Saidi which still help him with first help.

oooooooooo

I glanced at him. He's quite handsome with his black hair and coal dark eyes. He's tall but shorter than Clark. Despise his childish face, he must be in his early thirties. I sensed something doesn't feel right.

"So, you're the one who saved him?" he question to me, to us. 'Something's wrong…' I think. "Something's really wrong." I repeated it in my mind. This man's wearing a strange blue uniform, along with the lady behind him. The man from before is also wearing the same uniform. This people…are they cosplaying or something? At our way to hospital, I've noticed everyone wearing old outfit and ride old cars. And this man's face…Why he seems familiar?

"We are, Sir." answered Abdul. The man is turning to him. He staring him sharply, seeking truth I guess, but Abdul replied his stare with sincere and truth.

The man captured it well. He nodded and he held his hand. Abdul doing same and they're shake their hands.

"We owe all of you. Thank you very much." He said.

"No problem Sir. It's our duties to help each other." Abdul smiled gently. "By the way if possible, since he's already saved, we want to find a place for rest. We are just come from other town. At first, we wanted to stay at hotel, but it's already late. Can you help us, Sir…"his word cut by the man.

"Roy Mustang. Colonel Roy Mustang. And this is Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye." he said. "Nice to meet you, kids."

I wanted to faint. Sora is gasp while Clark and Saidi eyes are widened. Abdul stunned in his place. This is impossible, right? We only knew one Roy Mustang. And he supposed not real.

Footnote;

1. Mom, in Javanese language.

2. Dad, in Javanese language.

3. Aunt, in Javanese language.

4. Hot cake from Java, mainly West Java.

5. Some short of cake with white cream from milk, sugar, salt, and maizena inside it.

6. Honey, usually for girl in Javanese.

How is it? Is this story is good or something? I really need a reviews and critics. Flames are also welcomed. Because this the first time I write, please don't be too harsh, okay? : ) See you again.