Teachers and friends crowded in a room watching the match. They wanted to see how the course of match between me with Mas Pulung.
Chairman of our chess class group was me, I conferred with the Chairman of the squad of 7B class. There was Mas Pulung who held the post of the Chairman of our opponent group. Mas Pulung invited me to select the pieces would be matched whether the first player played white or black pieces. Mas Pulung was very confident. He is very confident of being able to beat me even though he held the black pieces.
The second player in my squad wanted to hold of white pieces. He insisted to hold that pieces because that’s his chance of winning the match. Obviously our class will lose out, as there would be two players who play with black pieces on our squad. Me and the third player. The third player on my chess class group was very annoyed because it’s remarkable that he would hold of the black pieces. But he couldn’t do anything because his playing quality was indeed under our second player.
I succumbed. Me as the first player having held the black pieces. Mas Pulung somewhat surprised by my decision. But then he shrugged and began putting his chess pieces on the game table.
Mas Pulung composing his chess pieces very quickly. I frankly was rather nervous indeed. Inside I blasphemed decision of my second cast, my who insisted on holding the white pieces. Whereas, the Mas Pulung class had already succumbed to let us take the decision.
Mas Pulung helped me to compile my chess pieces on the game table. The atmosphere became tense and fuss. The referee asked the audience to calm down. The eighth grade class who has been defeated by Mas Pulung and his friends also seem to watch. They’re still curious about Mas Pulung with his friends games in their group.
“Draw,” said my father.
“There is no one to win and no one to lose,” he continued.
“You’re great, Mit.”
“No one can beat Father at school,” said my father afterwards.
My father was fond of this game, and he was telling the truth that all his teacher’s friends of our school couldn’t beat him. Indeed, he was telling the truth.
After the once stalemate game, then my skill on playing chess seemed to be unstoppable again. During the four next parties I only lost once when playing with father. Because him feel tired, then he stopped the game and invited me to play chess again on the next day. I was excited because could play together with Yanto and Pieter outdoors on that day.
The next day, my father invited to play chess again. This time, ten parties, and I won all of them. My father shook his head. He felt very curious about how I played. But he should go out because had to give private lessons outside of school hours. He did indeed get extra money by giving private lessons outside of school.
Day after day passed. One day I could play ten to fourteen parties against my father. I won all of the games. Sometimes my dad won two or three parties only. I became popular in schools in this game, and some teachers who were curious invited to play chess against them./p>
I served their the game at the school. And indeed none were able to beat me. The defeat of chess playing of my teachers was usually very bad. Their chess pieces until running out eliminated from table games. Eventually they no longer dared to invite me to play chess again, probably because according to them it was just only making shame as well. If losing by my father might still be able to accept, but lost by a grade two or three elementary school student in this game was obviously difficult by them to receive with ease.
I was put by Mr. Imam Rofi’ie as editor of the student magazine was not without reason. When in classes below the sixth grade, I often filled the column provided by the magazine. Starting from a section of poetry, short stories until the rubric of humor. My work got attention sufficiently from friends. Almost all of the students who knew me.
There were also my school lifting who active and had post on the Student Magazine “Derap”, but they did not play a role as redactor. All of my y three friends had position as illustrator. They are Galih, the star class who was also good at drawing, Amil, and Arie Sidharta. Drawings they made was special.
Unfortunately, after coming on as redactor, my writing productivity was actually decreased indeed. I was less eager to do anything. But I retained as redactor of the student magazine “Derap” until I graduated on eighth grade.
At that time, I was notorious for my skill about playing chess. It could be said that almost no one can beat me on that game at school. Whether it among teachers who love this game, or ordinary student like my pal.
I knew this game was originally due to be introduced by my father. Initially I was reluctant, but my father forced me to fight him on his spare time. Finally, I could not resist any longer. It started since I sat in the first grade of elementary school.
Originally I always lost by father in this game. Until one day, when I managed to hold my father stalemate. I already knew that there were stalemate ending party in this game. It happened after ten parties who all won by my father.
“Golly, stalemate, Mit,” my father said.
“What’s the meaning of stalemate, Father ?.”