History! A 17-Year-Old Boy Becos the Best in the World!
The Youngest Ever to Beco the Gold dalist at Chess Olympiad!
Who is Adrian Sheva? A 17-Year-Old Genius from Tambora Flies High in India!
The Red-and-White Flag Flies High in India! The Rise of the Indonesian Chess Community?
How Much Bonus Will Adrian Sheva Get from the Gold dal Olympiad?
After two weeks of full tension, a brand new day finally arrived. However, it didn’t co peacefully. No, if anything, the day started with Sheva getting bombarded by the local news back ho, as no matter which website he opened, he would always find a story about himself getting posted there.
Sheva himself was completely dumbfounded by this developnt. Hell, he could even find his life story from being in kindergarten to his high school ti, and so students who had never talked to him also comnted about how proud they were of being his friend, seeing his potential since the beginning, and all of those bullshits that would make Sheva himself blush.
He knew that this was their attempt to ride on his fa. However, the boy didn’t expect that it would be this big.
"You really underestimate our country’s hunger for sothing earth-shattering like this, Shev," Bagas said wryly. "Besides Badminton, we don’t really have any sports that we could be proud of. Hell, even in Badminton, after the Minions retired, we haven’t done really well. People are craving for sothing here. You rember the Tokyo Olympics a year ago? We even celebrate rock climbing and deadlifting, right? If those not-so-popular sports could get recognition like that, chess, which all the old n in the world played, would definitely be better."
Well, that was one hell of an explanation. Sheva himself could also rember vividly about the event that his friend was talking about, of how crazy the celebration was for the deadlifting athlete and the rock-climbing athlete who won the gold dal in the Olympics a year ago.
Still, even though Bagas said that this was normal, Sheva couldn’t help but feel afraid about this. People started doxing all the stories about him in the past, from his introverted nature, his circle of friends in high school, and even his grade, for God’s sake! Now, he was afraid that people would also go to his ho and start to question his mother as well.
"Don’t worry, I have already made an arrangent about Aunty. No one will bother her until we are back." Bagas said, recognizing his worry. Sheva didn’t really know what kind of arrangent he was talking about, but out of his trust in his best friend, he just nodded straight away, finding that all the problems were solved here. "Anyway, we have lunch with Pragg’s family, right? Should we prepare now?"
Yeah, the invitation changed from dinner to lunch, since Sheva and the rest of the Indonesian players had to go back ho at 5 PM. It would be a lie if Sheva said that he wasn’t nervous. After all, besides Bagas, this should be the first ti he ca to soone’s house. Master Irfan didn’t count, because Sheva considered the man as his teacher. But this... Getting invited by a friend?
"Should we bring sothing?" He asked, a little bit uneasy.
"Don’t worry, just let handle this!" Bagas patted his chest proudly, as if he had already thought about this.
True enough, a mont later, a delivery service ca, bringing a fruit platter that they were going to bring for the host. The fruit was fresh and varied, from grapes, bananas, apples, to even a fucking pineapple in the center. The color was so bright that it was enough to make everyone’s mouth watery.
After ordering two taxis, Sheva, Bagas, Sarah, Laysa, Anna, and Claudia went together to Pragg’s house. Honestly, it was a bit embarrassing, since only Sheva, Bagas, and Laysa were invited here. However, the others got roped into this ss, and Pragg and Vaishali were kind enough to let them invite more people.
"Oh! You must be Sheva, right?! And you are Laysa! Co in! Co in! Don’t just stand in front of the door!" Right after they arrived, they were greeted by Pragg’s mother.
"Thank you for your invitation, Aunty." Bagas, the social butterfly that he was, stepped forward to greet the woman. "Here is a little thing that we brought. Please, accept it." He said, delivering the platter.
"Oh, you sweet boy! You don’t need to do that! Co in!"
As they went inside the humble house, they could see Pragg and Vaishali waiting for them impatiently. With their ordinary clothes, they both lost their ’chess prodigy’ air, looking like any other normal teenager outside.
On the table, a lot of dishes were prepared, most of them local. Sheva couldn’t even na one of them, yet he knew based on the sll that all were killer dishes, enough to knock everyone out before leaving the table.
The lunch was quite harmonious, with everyone getting along quite well. Pragg’s mother led the conversation most of the ti, asking a lot of questions about their children’s new friends. Well, not about them, per se, but about a specific problem in their career.
"How did you get permission from your parents to go abroad alone?" She asked. Indeed, this was a big concern, especially since they were all just a bunch of teenagers. However, they all had the perfect answer for this question.
"Unlike India, the chess community in our country is quite small, so everyone knows each other. My parents know so of the veteran players, so as long as I am with them, I think everything is okay." Laysa answered nonchalantly.
"Claudia and I are also the sa, Aunty," Anna added. "As long as Sister dina, Sister Irene, or Master Irfan joins, my parents trust us to go abroad without them."
"Cannot say the sa for , but I have been friends with Bagas for a while, so my mother trusts him to keep on the line." Sheva shrugged.
Hearing the answers from her guests, the mother pondered thoughtfully, as if she were thinking of this possibility. However, Pragg and Vaishali were impatient, as the younger boy finally said, "See, Mom? You can just let go with the others! It should be fine!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Vaishali nodded in agreent. "You must be tired from accompanying us going all over the world, right? Why don’t you just sit here and wait for the good news from ho?" The girl acted sweetly, trying to butter things up.
"Oh, be quiet, will you?!" The mother clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Let think about it!"
It seed that the mother was the type who couldn’t let her children wander around in foreign countries without supervision, and she didn’t trust anyone to do that for her. That was probably why her presence could always be seen, no matter where they played in foreign countries.
Well, that was definitely a concern, but not for the Indonesian teenagers here. They just offered their insight and experience, but the rest ultimately depends on the Rashbabu family in front of them.
Nevertheless, the lunch went quite well, and they all left with stomachs full. As they said goodbye to the host, Sheva couldn’t help but smile, inwardly thinking, ’Even the best chess player in the world would have this kind of problem, huh? Oh, well, I am sure that my mom would also react the sa when I finally arrive back ho...’
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