Some of my friends were very prominent on Sports. Perhaps their kinesthetic intelligence were very high. I was mediocre in this lesson. Not at all obtrusive. In contrast to Heru or Sugeng for example. Or perhaps Ira and Jujuk.
After the sports lesson, we changed clothes in the locker room as well. Gaguk asked me to follow him. Turned out he was headed to the school’s backside. There was a small kitchen for Mr. Koso, the school janitor, usually made tea for the teachers. Mr. Koso immediately welcomed us and poured two glasses of tea. Oh, it seemed Gaguk’s intent to invite me ther. Enjoying Mr. Koso homemade tea when throat dried due to thirst after sports.
After drinking tea in Mr. Koso’s kitchen behind the school, we having talked while walked to the class. Gaguk expressed his complaint to me about his Mathematics’ examination had been corrected by my father. Dad, as well as Vice Headmaster of the school, also being Mathematics’ teacher.
“I have an ugly mark indeed, Mit.”
“According to your Dad, I might not be able to get good marks because I’m stupid as well.” He said, looking plaintively. I did not dare laugh at a funny look on his face though.
“If I can do the examination with good mark, he said I definitely cheating.”
I listened to Gaguk’s lament patiently.
“Indeed, usually I never learning,” he admitted frankly.
“But when do your Dad’s exam, I have really learned,” he continued with a pleading face.
“The reason is because I like that subject.”
I became impatient,
“Why did you not protest to Mr. Toha directly ?,” I gave him a way out.
“Indeed I’ve protested to Mr. Toha, your Dad.”
“Then ?,” I asked curiously.
“He didn’t trust me.”
I laughed at the end of Gaguk’s story. Actually, I also sympathized. But I couldn’t did anything to solve Gaguk’s problems with his Mathematics test score.