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.




Mrs. Indra’s Angerness (Part Five)




And thus, we brought spoons, forks, erasers, rulers, up umbrellas to school when attending English at the next session. Each student brought one item to all items requested. Some kids brought real umbrellas. But many kids carrying an umbrella image on a poster board, such as Mrs. Indra had been ordered before. Similarly, for watches. Watches were still a luxury for most of us.

The day for English lessons coming, our classrooms become as refugee camps. The sound of spoons and forks clinking in our bags, the students of Mrs. Indra. Many children carry large-sized umbrella belonging to his parents to the school. Hence the classroom to be like barracks of world’s war refugees.

The lesson had begun yet. Mrs. Indra unfurled a chart, bearing the image of the goods that we brought to school. We began singing with enthusiasm, she pointed to each picture with a wooden ruler presented in the classroom.

Boys and girls look at the chart, Can you tell me what these are? It’s a book, we show books we brought to Mrs. Indra. It’s a pen, we showed ballpoints we brought to Mrs. Indra. It’s a pencil, we showed our pencils. And a key, we brought assortments of keys. A friend of mine brought door’s padlock as well, apart from that there was a friend who bring a bike lock. It’s a watch, we held up watches we brougt to Mrs. Indra, there were also friends who simply show picture of watches which she or he made themselves at home on a piece of poster board. I belonged to students who brougt these images rather than bringing the original object. It’s a ruler and a comb, we showed the usual ruler we used at school and comb that we brought from home.

Of the comb I had brought, stormed several pieces of dandruff because I have not had time to wash the brush before I brought to school to fulfill Mrs. Indra’s asking to. It’s a brush, eraser, fox, we all demonstrated regular toothbrushes we used at home, and erasers that we used at the school to Mrs. Indra. Then we immediately issued a fork that we borrowed from our mothers at home.


picture by Denies Priantinah

Mrs. Indra’s Angerness (Part Three)




In the fourth grade, we started getting Book Keeping and Trade Calculating lessons. The teachers is Mr. Isgianto. We call him Mr. Is only. I was starting felt a difficulties about this lesson. Whereas my math’s mark was always great indeed. I was usually confused to distinguish between Debit and Credit. Usually I made mistakes when I load Debit and Credit columns. Every time when getting Book Keeping and Trade Calculating lesson, we always calculate profit and loss balance point of Stall “Somewhat” and Shop “That” with Mr. Isgianto. Complete with it’s ledgers and journals as well.

Anyway, science lesson was split into two. Namely Phisics with Mrs. Fauziah and Biology with Mr. Wartono. Mr. Wartono was very patient when teaching, we all take seriously when he was teaching. We also started to memorize the Carolus Linnaeus’s Binomial Nomenclature at this time. I love this lesson. I always remember that the Latin name for teak tree is Tectona grandis, and the Latin name for the protected Sumatran tiger is Panthera tigris sumatrae.

I also remember that Mr. Wartono said that the Latin name for domestic cats are Felis domesticus. I had asked Mr. Wartono on the Latin name for the chicken. He replied that the it was Gallus domesticus. I am easily memorize the Latin names for the Animal Kingdom and the Plantae Kingdom with this Mr. Wartono. I liked him very much. Biology always amusing indeed.

Above all, we also get English lessons starting from this fourth grade. We were taught by Mrs. Indrawati. We called her Mrs. Indra. She was my favorite teacher besides Mrs. Etty Ratnawaty, my homeroom teacher on second grade. She was similar to Mrs. Etty in terms of rigor and discipline. Our lessons were very enjoyable. Like the kindergarten children, Mrs. Indra taught us to sing a few children’s songs of. The difference was, now we sing in English instead of Bahasa.

When taught names of the day in English, Mrs. Indra taught us to sing like this,

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
Wednesday and Thursday,
Friday, Saturday
Oh, those are the days of the week.




photograph by Astungkara Wiguna