God Save The Queen (Part Six)

“Nit, please ask Ira’s address in the Netherlands,” I told Nita, Triarsi Yanitasari. A good friend who was quite tall for most of us. She was beautiful as well.

“Why Mit ?,” asked Nita in surprise.

“Nothing, Nit.”

“Do you like Ira, huh?”

“Nope,” I replied lying.

“You’re a liar, Mit.”

“No it’s not Nit, Ira will move to the Netherlands. The Netherlands is far away, the other friends are just nearby, it’s easy to know their news. If I want to send her a letter to ask the news, how can I write to Ira if I don’t know the address? “I answered diplomatically to Nita.

I was surprised, with such diplomatic capabilities, why did I not just enter the Department of International Relations when I continued my studies and attended Gadjah Mada University, many years later after the event. Nita understood my reason, then she replied,

“Okay Mit, wait a minute. I will ask her.”

Nita immediately approached Ira and they talked for a long time. The other didn’t pay attention to them and me, because they were busy with themselves. Some brood while eating boiled peanuts, and some were busy talking with friends. Then, Nita came to me after talking to Ira. I began to have palpitations and sweating. My sweat was as big as corn seeds.

“You were told by Ira to ask her directly.”

I was speechless. Somehow I was very embarrassed to ask. Even though Ira I knew was spontaneous and talkative. I approached Ira a few steps and then stopped, there was something like blocking me. I was surprised, even though we used to joke when we were in English classes with Mrs. Indra and sat next to each other. Our chatter can develop to the end of the world. But somehow, that time I was embarrassed.

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God Save The Queen (Part Five)

We, the former eighth graders, the last class at our Junior High School, held our own farewell parties. Eight B class had their own party, as well as 8C class. We from 8A class would hold a farewell at Ira’s house in “Bareng Kartini Hutment”. The choice of the place was not without reason. Ira would go far across the ocean anyway. We would enjoy the last moments with Ira anyway. With others, of course, we would still often met because we still lived in the same city. If we miss each other, we could certainly visit our beloved friends’ home.

In addition to the farewell parties that we held independently, the school also held a farewell party. I did not attend the farewell event held by the school. I mean it as a sign of protest to my father who was the Vice Headmaster there. One thing I later regretted was that my father might not feel that I was keen protesting against his behavior.

That night, at dusk, we arrived one by one or with several friends to Ira’s house in the Bareng Kartini Hutment. A bustling hutment in the middle of the city. Close to the legendary ‘Kelud’ movie theater in our city, and very popular because of its cheapness. We enjoyed the dishes served by Ira’s family. We joked and laughed about the strange and funny events that happened during our schooling until we graduated from kindergarten to middle school at junior high. I thought about asking Ira’s address in the Netherlands. But I put off asking. I want to write to her later if we have entered the senior high school. Just asked the news, I think there’s nothing wrong with such a thing like that.

Finally, because I was embarrassed to ask Ira, I ventured to ask Nita for help to ask Ira’s address in the Netherlands.

God Save The Queen ( Part Four )

All of my friends were mingling at school. The classes where we previously conducted the exams were left blank. They were laughing and tell stories in the schoolyard. I secretly broke away and headed for the classroom where Ira did her evaluation exam. I went to Ira’s desk and examined it. I noticed the names of the test participants there.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Ira’s card was still plugged in at the top right corner of the table. I read it carefully, right, it says, Octavi Laily Irawati. That was Ira’s full name. I looked at the photograph that there. True, it’s Ira’s profile picture. Immediately I reached out my hand and took off the examinees card attached to the table. I took it off carefully, I did not want it to get damaged.

The last remaining glue on the exam card has been released. I looked at Ira’s photo on the exam participant’s card with a victorious smile and satisfaction. I really didn’t know, where can I get such a genius idea like that?. But, indeed I was quite satisfied with my work’s result. I put the exam participant’s card in the pocket and slipped out of the classroom. No one was paying attention to what I’ve done anyway. Again, I smiled satisfied and rejoined my other friends outside the classroom.

A week after, our Junior High School announced the graduation. As we thought, we all graduated successfully. I believed, most of us did have intelligence above average. We were all getting happier, as well as getting sad too. It felt like we would be separated from brothers and sisters. A few days later we signed the Graduation Certificate and received the Pure Final Stage Learning Evaluation Value which would be used to enroll in Senior High School. At that time, that was Indonesian’s Education and Culture Ministry rules to enter the higher education at High School anyway. It’s almost the same rules indeed nowadays.

God Save The Queen ( Part Three )

I really fulfilled my promise to my mother to study for the evaluation exam in the afternoon until the evening at that day. But afterward, I relapsed to my laziness and angered at my father. I was not learning anymore instead. And it escaped my mother’s attention because she herself also bothered taking care of herself and her other children. Often, I heard the advice of my father’s friends to my mother. According to them, did not make the children confused. If the father was rude to the children, my mother should also follow rough, so the child was not confused with differences in their parents’ attitude. For Goodness sake, why did not they all suggest to my mother to have affairs like my father?. What on earth were they doing?.

The earlier classes were closed when we attended the National Examinations. We have all attended them in an orderly manner. After the Junior High School graduation exam, Ira will follow both of her parents who have become Dutch citizens and live there. She had attended her Dutch’ Language course in Malang with her younger sister. Indeed, in the last days of my junior high school, it was widely heard that Ira would move to the Netherlands. I asked it directly to Ira and she said yes. I did not really remember how I felt at that time. What was clear, before we’ve even split, I was beginning to feel lost.

After completing the graduation evaluation exam, our classmates still met at school frequently. Just chatting with friends who have been together since Kindergarten. There was a sense of joy that we would attend a higher level education, but the sadness and loss also be felt so generous. We’ve been together so long. Many events have happened between us. Funny things, annoying or sad, all blend into one, We’re like brothers and sisters.

God Save The Queen (Part Two)


“The lesson is all so easy yet, never needed to learn them anyway.”

My mother smiled wisely, apparently, she could understand my annoyance. Like other children, of course, I also had the ideals to continue college and pursue a profession. But it occurred to me that seeing my father’s manners had been impossible for me to pay for my college. Most of his money will be spent himself to please his affairs and bought Soto Mariam in Kebalen Traditional Market there. The important thing was to enjoy himself, he did not have to think about his children and wife. Soto is an Indonesian dish with meat or chicken. It is so delicious.

“What exactly do you want to, Mit?” My mother asked concernedly.

“I want to go to foreign college in the future,” I said. I did tell the truth. Deep in my heart, I really wanted to go to school to my height. Chatting in English in my daily life. But my behavior at that time did not indicate that I wanted to go to school. No wonder my mother became very concerned.

“Do you know the English anthem?” My mother asked.

God Save the Queen, why Mom ?,”

“Mother will teach you to sing God Save the Queen.”

“But after that, you have to learn for your exams,” she continued.

“Do you memorize it, Mother ?,” I asked full of admiration.

“Sure,” my mother replied with a smile.

Then my mother picked up a chalk and wrote the British national anthem on the blackboard where my father used to explain Mathematics to his private tutors.


God save our gracious Queen,

Long live our noble Queen,

God save the Queen.

Long her victorious,

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign ever us,

God save the Queen.

Mother sang the song while pointing at every word she sung. Then she asked me to imitate. Of course, I imitated her eagerly. English was my favorite subject. I was so sure that none of my friends at school were able to sing God Save the Queen song like me.

God Save The Queen (Part One)

Chapter XI

God Save The Queen

I entered the eighth grade, the last class in SD / SMP PPSP IKIP Malang. That year meant I had to prepare for the National Final Evaluation to determine my graduation from the Junior High School. In Indonesia, now such Evaluation is called the National Exam. At that time, the Evaluation did not go as scary and full of controversy as it is today. Because a year before our school was taken over by the government as the state school, there was no guarantee for us to enter SMA PPSP IKIP Malang, the school is now named SMAN 8 Malang or Eight State Senior High School. On the program before, we automatically entered this Senior High after graduated from SD / SMP PPSP IKIP Malang. My Junior High School changed its name to SMPN 17 Malang. A few years later his name was changed again into SMPN 4 Malang.

Nothing special in my last year. I still admired Ira and her open and frank attitude. My favorite lesson was still Physics with Mrs. Fauziah and Mathematics with Mrs. Aminah. Of course also English with Mrs. Indrawati. In English lessons, I often took Mrs. Indra to have a conversation in English when the lesson takes place. It often made my friends annoyed.

Ahead of the national graduation evaluation exam, I completely missed the passion to learn. The neighbors often make fun of me because my dad is having an affair with Poniti. It was ashamed to have a father like that. But I could not do anything. He also still liked to hit me like when I was a very little kid. Actually, I want to fight, but somehow my energy was gone when faced with him.

My mother was very concerned about my condition. One afternoon while I was sitting daydreaming, she greeted me,

“Did not learn for your National Exam, Mit?.”

“Nope,” I answered.

Teens Love Romantism (Part Seven)

“You startled me, Mit!.”

“What if I become a nun?.”

To me it was so impossible. Ira joined the Islamic Religion class that Pak Abduh to us altogether. It means that she’s as Muslim as me. I couldn’t imagine if she ever really became a nun.

I once read in a magazine, that if a woman said “no” to a man, then what she really means was “it’s possible”. If a woman said “maybe” to a man, then what she really means was “yes”. And finally, if she said “yes”, then it was so certain that the woman was no longer a virgin as well.

After that question, or my frank statement, the reality was that we were getting closer to each other. We talked more often. What a romantic and beautiful adolescence.

It was Friday, we were in sports lessons. We played basketball under Pak Nardi’s guidance. He was a silver medalist on PON or National Sports Party in Wrestling Sport. As a boy who was less prominent in sports lessons, my friends and I were similarly less prominent were collected and competed in a game against a girl group.

We played with fun. The points by points ran after each group. I was excited to play because I played against Ira in that game. I loved to watch her run, devastated, and crawled the ball. A white pearl bead necklace adorned her long neck. Yes, it turned out that she was the most attractive girl in my class.

I fought the ball against Ira and lost. Ira grabbed the ball in my hand and poked her shoulder with my chest. I fell backward and smiled at her. Ira threw the ball to Irvin who immediately ran a harsh ball down the sidelines. Jujuk shouted at Irvin asking for the ball to be covered. Irvin was being detained by Ervan and Andri Susilo.

Ira watched me as I stumbled back and said,

“Come on Mimit, we now face facing against.”

Then she ran after Irvin and Jujuk to attack our stronghold. That’s when I knew that my love has been touched. The love of adolescence was truly very beautiful.

Teens Love Romantism (Part Six)

I had been starting to notice Ira about my second semester in seventh grade. At that time, Mrs. Indrawati placed us sitting next to her English lessons. Her body was very fragrant. Maybe it was because of the expensive soap she wore every day. Ira was the daughter of a wealthy family in our hometown.

At first, I did not pay much attention to Ira. We were quite different from each other as well. Ira had a very good kinesthetic intelligence. She was very prominent in sports lessons, while I preferred to drown myself in library books. Therefore, I was so close to Dian who was similar in this case with me. Ira poked her hair up like a fountain while attending the lower grades. Perhaps, that’s why I was not that close to her at first.

Sitting side by side in the English lesson, we became frequently did the assignments together in the classroom when the lesson went on. I accidentally noticed her and couldn’t stop yet. Only then did I realize that she was so very beautiful. Her attitude was so spontaneous and open. Then I watched her intentionally. And enjoy it as well.

Perhaps it was true that the Javanese said in ancient times that, witing tresna jalaran saka kulina, or the origin of the growth of love was actually because they were used to each other. This was true in my case with Ira. Despite the fact that she was so beautiful and attractive as well, of course.

On an occasion when chatting in class while on a break. I asked her spontaneously,

“Ir, what if I fall in love with you?.”

“And the truth is that.”

Ira was, of course, very surprised to hear such a question coming out of my mouth. In fact it was a natural thing, because we have indeed stepped on our puberty.

Teens Love Romantism (Part Five)

In addition, I also returned classmate with my kindergarten-age friend, Vitariana. Keep in gently, friendly and so polite to everyone. That’s all about Vita I ever knew. In addition, she was also disciplined in doing her homeworks. In a conversation, she told me that if she grows up, she wanted to be a doctor like her beloved father. Her father was indeed a famous and generous doctor in our hometown.

Also, the best friend I always keep in mind from this junior high school was Dian Sushanti. We often met in the school library since both of us love to read. His father was a lecturer at IKIP Malang as well. As I told you in advance, IKIP was Teachers Training College in Indonesia. Only to Dian I ever moaned about my dissolution facing the future. I began to realize that there was nothing I could hope for from my father to pay for my college. He will remain on his own way anyway. And no one could advise him.

I’m so close to my mother. We talked about many things, lot of things I knew from my mother and I did not get from my reading. Including about sexual matters. Parents usually avoid discussing this matter with their children, but not with my mom and me. Something I’m very grateful till now.

I knew the differences between bahenol and sexy also from my mom indeed. According to my mother, the bahenol was if a woman had big breasts and or buttocks, while the sexy was a beautiful body shape. So, that sexy did not always mean bahenol. Bahenol because of silicon was obviously even a sickening thing. From my mother’s information, I finally found out that Jujuk, one of my classmates were sexy and bahenol or voluptuous indeed, while Ira, also my classmate, was definitely sexy, but not so bahenol as well.

Teens Love Romantism (Part Four)

“You should be happy if your son is still a baby, mBak Ida.”

Mbak Ida smiled. then my mom’s went back to her conversation.

“Just look if he’s crying.”

“Oooo, he’s hungry, just breastfeed him, done.”

“If he’s crying again, just checked again.”

“Oooo, pee, wet diapers.”

“Just change the diapers, settled, silence is the child.”

“The hard thing is if the child has started to be teenager mBak Ida.”

“Why so Mrs. Toha?”

“Should he not bother anymore, should he?.”

“Who says it?,” my mother interrupted.

“It’s a lot more troublesome indeed, mBak Ida.”

“Especially if he’ve got a calf-love.”

“Make a parent’s headache.”

“Ooooo, isn’t it, Mrs Toha?,” mBak Ida answered.

They burst into laugher. I feel satirical. To me, that’s not funny at all. Mbak Ida turned to our house, she watched me watching the three of them through the window. She laughed even harder. My mother followed mBak Ida’s gaze toward the window. She saw me grinning there.

“Yups, that’s my son who is in love, just a calf-love,” my mom explained to mBak Ida which was grinned as well.

I disappeared through the window. I picked up the book I was borrowing from the school library from inside my school bag. I started reading it. A book written by Prof. Dr. Zakiyah Darajat about bright children and its development as an adult. In the book was written the fact that many children were brilliant when in their childhood, but faded brilliance as adults for various reasons. I drowned in my reading and forgot their conversation.

I have forgotten my childhood interest on Dewi. The girl was also a class with me stepping on this period of Junior High School. Clever, with stable academic achievement on school, that was Dewi I always knew when I was with her. Three years I was with her in a class at this junior high school as a classmate.