Healing Pieter (Part Five)




Mrs Martinus Migu shouting angrily and immediately pulled my hand as well. I sprawled on the ground.

“Irreverence boy.”

“Watch out if you’ll playing here again.”

I still hearing shouting and cursing of Yanto’s mothers. I quickly ran home in tears. I’m scared of Mrs Martinus Migu.

“What’s up Mit ?,” asked my mother when she saw me home in tears. Immediately I told my mother about what had happened to me in the afternoon. Also about the anger of Mrs Martinus Migu on me. Mother just smiled and went back to her sewing. She was sewing my clothes.

No longer after, Mrs. Migu come to our house, her face still seemed upset. Mother invited Mrs Migu to sit in the living room. When her eyes catch my reflection, she snorted angrily. My mother sat down and listened to Mrs Migu complaint’s about my spells at her youngest son. Mother just quietly listened and occasionally apologized to her.
Once Mrs Migu satisfied to express her complaints, she immediately asked to leave. She suggested my mother to educate me properly, so that I had appropriate behavior. Mother thanked Mrs Migu and once again apologized about me as well. Mrs Migu went home soon. Mother continued the seams on my shirt. A smile on her face etched.

The next year, I went up to the second grade. In my report book, Mrs Harsih only give a small note, Preserve accomplishments, Second Rank. Note in the previous report book written also from Mrs Harsih, Still like erratic, but his confidence is very helpful, Third Rank. Mrs Harsih indeed very concerned about the development of all of her students.

In the second grade of elementary school, I and my friends moved to another school complex in Magelang Street Number Four. In this second class, my homeroom teacher was Mrs Etty Ratnawaty. She was very strict and disciplined. I felt that Mrs Etty was very care about me, more than with others.




photograph by Astungkara Wiguna

Healing Pieter (Part Four)




“Of course I can,” I replied.

I wiped my hands to the ground, then stroked Pieter’s sprained ankle. Not to forget I cast a spell incantations that I had learned from my mother.

”Hocus pocus

I treat you with dog droppings

Get well soon

If it isn’t, it’s up”

Pieter stop crying. It’s work as well. Spell that my mother taught me was powerful indeed. Yanto look at the wound of his brother and said, “Why it even swollen, Mit?”

Again I stroke my hands on the ground and spell Pieter sprained ankle.

”Hocus pocus

I treat you with dog droppings

Get well soon

If it isn’t, it’s up”

It was a magic. Pieter smiled and stood up. Then he walked limped to follow us on the way home.

We arrived at the house of Mr Martinus Migu, parents of Yanto. Evening was approaching. Mrs. Migu was sweeping the yard of dry leaves. The voice of sweeped leaves was rustled splitting the sunny afternoon. In front of their house there was indeed a guava tree. The leaves often fall, so Mrs. Migu diligently sweep it regularly.

“Mommyyyyyyy,” called Pieter to his mother. He walked toward her with hobbled. His ankle was still swollen.

“Why are you Pieter?,” cried Mrs. Migu saw his son surprisingly worried.

“He was falling Mommy,” said Yanto ahead of his brother.

“But now it is not really hurt, Mommy,” said Peter to his mother.

“Mimit has treated him,” said Yanto.

“What treated?,” cried Mrs. Martinus Migu. Her face still looked shocked.

“He spells my twisted ankle,” said Pieter cheerfully

“Charm spells what?,” cried Mrs. Migu getting impatient.

I stoke the ground squatting for the three times, then back I rubbed Pieter sprained ankle. This third spell was bound making the swelling on Pieter’s ankle subsided.

”Hocus pocus

I treat you with dog droppings

Get well soon

If it isn’t, it’s up”




(photograph by Astungkara Wiguna)