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)

“Why?.”

“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 THE QUEEN

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.