I giggled and want to mock her. I picked up the piece of paper containing my poem to Ita and gave it to her. I explained to her,
“If you want to know the girl’s name, her name is on this poem, Henny.”
My sister’s name was Henny indeed, she grabbed my poems and watched. She looked frowned. I was getting excited to tease her.
“There’s her name there,” I explained.
“There’s not,” said Henny.
I laughed and teased her even more excited.
“I hid that on the poem’s phrases.”
“Of course on certain systematic, Henny.”
I grew up with laughter. I was getting excited to mock Henny. My younger sister who still on second grade at our school. Suddenly her face lit up.
“Aha, I know.”
“La-ti-fa,” she said. Trying to solve the puzzle on my poem.
Then she burst out laughing. Turned me helpless embarrassment. I tried to grab the paper from her hand. But apparently Henny had already wary. She maintain that piece of paper. Henny ran toward the houseyard to avoid my grabbed of the piece of paper. She giggling continued to examine the white paper writing.
“Latifa who ya, brother ?”
“Aaaah, I know, it’s obvious anyway.”
Henny laughed out loud. Harder than the previous one. I chased her to return the piece of paper. She ran faster and screaming all the way.
“I know, I know.”
“I know your girlfriend’s name, big brother.”
I pursued my sister who ran to the road. I wanted to grab a piece of paper containing my poem from her hands. My sister ran very fast. Firmer than usual, so I could not chased her.
When on the sixth grade, I entered as redactor of the “Derap” student magazine. “Derap” mean “Tramp” in English. As I recall, only me was selected as editor that came on this grade. Therefore, my name was the most distended on the order of the editorial board.