Teens Love Romantism (Second Part)




Apparently the plan was really interesting to me. I will enjoy playing the game with my son and daughter later in the future. But, for that, of course I need an effort that is not easy. I have to find a future wife. If I do not have a wife, how can I get a child?. Do you think that I’m a kind of magic person?.

In the inter-class events were also held an art competition for smaller classes. Among them were singing contest and declamation contest. My fourth sister, Henny, also attended the singing and recital contest. Declamation is the reading of poetry without seeing the text. Surely more difficult than ordinary poetry readings. My sister, Henny also accelerated from the small zero class straight into the first grade of elementary school. Just like my other sister, Hany.

At that afternoon, I happened to witness the declamation contest that my sister followed. I did want to watch it declaim. If there’s something funny, there’s stuff to mock and laughed her at home. It must be great.

I went to 3A classroom where the contest was held. My own sister was a participant of second grade. Her body was small and still in school uniform. Like the other participants, she was dressed in a red and white uniform, as well as most of the audience in the room to watch.

There were only a handful of students in blue-white uniforms to see. They were junior high school student like me. Most were female students.

Henny’s name was called and I started grinning. Anything I could make laughing at home from her appearance, then I should certainly pay attention to. Henny came to the front of the room and got ready. He took the microphone from Mrs. Ratna’s hands, our teacher. The audience applauded. I also clapped for her, my sister. She did not realize that I was watching her attending the declamation contest.




The Hell On My Own Home (Part One)

Chapter VII

The Hell On My Own Home




There were different atmosphere on our school that day. We all the students were busy fixing Wall Magazine with our classmates. Each class on the school did have a wall magazine. We replaced it every two weeks. Its content was properties of the student’s own work. There were sections of short stories, poems and drawings. Also we had humor section as well. Usually humor rubric contain contained short funny dialog written by the students ourselves. The homeroom teachers would ensured that our Wall Magazine changed every two weeks.

Our busyness was because the school would held a wall magazine contest. The school would having built an assessment team consisting of our teachers to assess each class Wall Magazine. Therefore, we tried to make our wall magazine appeared more beautiful than usual so our class deserved the prize. The prize itself was not so valuable at all. Just a piece of plaque to the first winner to the third winner. But the pride was so precious to us. It couldn’t be compared with anything for the members of the class. Above all, all of us want to win the contest as well.

We continued the bustle until late of the afternoon. After ‘Asr praying time, we went back to school improving our wall magazine. The name of our Wall Magazine at the school were so interesting. One of them was named “Nusantara”, in English it means the “Archipelago” . There was also a Wall Magazine named “Borobudur”. Borobudur is the name of a famous temple in Magelang District, Center of Java, it was one of the seven wonders of the world. Such busyness takes place once every year.

In addition to Wall Magazine owned by every classes, we also have a magazine running by the school. Our student magazine called “Derap”. In English it means “Tramp” . Manuscripts collected by friends in a box with holes. We enter our work on the hole. I often filled the “Derap” magazine. A lot of my work were enjoyed by friends each time the magazine was published, every three months.




(pict by Denies Priantinah Senopranoto)

My First Championship (Part Two)




I was surprised and watched my crackers. Mrs. Maryam was true, my cracker’s piece seemed smaller than crackers cut by my other friends. I immediate assault my cracker’s piece with malignant. It was like toying me. Moving to the left and to the right made it hard to bite and eat. Sometimes it moved upward as well. Depending on the movement of my mouth and my friend’s mouth movements nearby if they grabbed their crackers with their mouths.

Mrs. Maryam Yusuf shouting encouraging me.

“Come on, Mimit, you can do it.”

From a distance I saw my homeroom teacher Mrs. Yati clapped and shouted encouraging. I’m more eager crackers crashed into me. One small bite left, I jump up and bite my last piece crackers eagerly. That small piece of it apart from the thread that tied it, then I chewed with a rush. Mrs. Maryam Yusuf shouted again, this time louder than ever before.

“Hurraaaaayyyyy, Mimit win, Mimit is a champion.”

Mrs. Maryam took my hand and put me aside from my friends who are still preoccupied with their crackers. The race was still held to find second winners and the third champions.

On the afternoon I had a fever. Therefore, the next morning my mother took me to IKIP Malang Polyclinic in Ambarawa Street for treatment. Doctor Dini and doctor Aswin were a married couple who served in the Polyclinic. Both worked as a doctor. Doctor Dini gave my mother some medicine for drunk regularly for three days. She also gave her a letter to give to the teacher, so I can be absent from school.

I felt sad because it was the day of giving prize winners of the eating crackers contest. I protested to my mother.

“But, today is the day of giving prizes, Mother.”

“Your prize is kept out by the teacher,” my mother replied sympathetically. But I still worried that the teacher forgot to give my first prize winner eating crackers contest that I won.

When I went back to school, Mrs. Yati gave a gift wrapped in brown paper cover to me. I opened the package and was disappointed. The prize turned out to be the same as the prize for the runner-up and champion three cracker eating contest, held the day before yesterday. Equally a pencil box. The difference was, mine are green, while Rudi who won the champion two get a pencils box of red, Joshua as third winner had gift blue pencil box. The three gift of us were exactly the same at the shape and style.

I told my disappointment to my mother. She giggled.

“Whatever the prize should be appreciated and accepted with gratitude.” So the advice of my mother

“Damn it.” I said irritably. Pursed mouth in front of my mother. My mother laughed again and hit my mouth gently with the palm of her hand. I still feel very annoyed.




(photograph by Denies Priantinah)

My First Championship (Part One)

Chapter IV

My First Championship




The next day, so did my school also held an event to welcome the anniversary of independence. The teacher organized the sack race event and the eating crackers race for us, the kindegarten students. I include those participating in a race and eliminated in the early rounds, when the sack race was done.

After that, the teacher helped by the school janitor laid several rows of thread in the school yard. The yarn longways length. Then the longways threads was being connected by other shorter. Of the latter is then tied a piece of crackers for each shorter thread. Sound system of schools pounding sound of children’s songs which played in moderate volume.

The teacher turn off the sound system of the school. The atmosphere became so quiet. The morning was so bright. The sun emitted a warm light. Sparrows and church bird chasing above the branches and on the ground. They ate the bread crumbs from my friends brunch. Then, Mrs. Yanizar called us all. TK-1, TK-2 and TK-3 students.

“Come on kids, we gathered on the yard.”

We burst onto the courtyard in front of the school obediently. The teacher set our position so that every child confronted with a chip of crackers. Unforgettable, the teacher set the position of crackers soit was in accordance with our height.

Joshua grinning in front of his white crackers. He was lenghtening his tongue to lick it. Mrs. Yanizar who was adjusting the height of his cracker pulled the thread so it was steeper-high and Joshua’s tongue could not reach. Then they both laughed patter. The whole school affected in a happy feeling.

When all the preparations had been completed, Mrs. Maryam Yusuf gave a brief introduction.

“Children, today we’re going to hold an eat crackers contest. Hands clasped behind your back all. Violators will be disqualified. The winner is the fastest use up his or her crackers .”

She sighed briefly and then move on.

“Are you all ready, kids?.”

“Ready, Ma’am,” we replied bluntly. Daisy frowned and sniffed her crackers. None knew what was in her mind.

“Let’s start now, kids” cried Mrs. Maryam Yusuf ordered to us.

We all start eating our crackers eagerly. The voice of the teachers and the school janitors laughing was heard. They were laughing watching our attitude. The crackers were moving that cause hard to be bitten. I was joking with Meddie and Vita, they were adjacent to me. I did not care whether I will win or not in this contest. So, I just calm down.

The teacher wandered surround us while occasionally clapping or giving spirit. From the side, I saw Mrs. Maryam approached my place nearby. I was not so close to Mrs. Maryam because she taught in TK-2, whereas I was TK-1 students. As I told you before, TK stands for Kindergarten.

“Mimit, your cracker is almost run out. Come Mimit, you could be the first champion,” so screamed Mrs. Maryam startled me out.




pict by Astungkara Wiguna