Enemy Force’s Sudden Attact
As the months passed after my first day of school. I enjoyed my school, my teacher friendliness, and joy to play with my friends. I’ve forgotten my desire to be a crushed gauge driver. However, how dashing were that profession. Back and forth running the cylinder hardening the street.
That time was the rainy season. Some of my friends wear jackets, some wearing sweater for warmth. At that time the city of Malang was still relatively so cold compared with other tropical town. It placed on mountain area. Often I saw the mist when went to school with Mas Tahal.
The atmosphere in the classroom was so glum. Some of my friends sneezing due to colds. The rainy season was so cold this time. We had all frozen in the classroom. In the gloomy atmosphere, suddenly Mrs. Tutik shouted.
“Small zero and big zero”.
We were all ready to listen to the next command from Mrs. Tutik. At the other end of the class seemed Mrs. Yati stood with folded hands which were frozen from the cold. I wore my mother had made knitted sweaters.
“Hands up”. We lift up the hands as Mrs. Tutik demanded. “Hands to the side”. We stretched out our arms to the side of the body, cold burst in my armpits. “Hands forward”, Mrs. Tutik continue. We all were pursuanted to. “Sitting sweet”, and that were her end series of commands. We folded hands on a bench right in front of our chest. We want to know what the next teacher wanted to us.
“Who wants to sing in front of the class?,” pleaded Mrs. Tutik next. We all froze on the bench. Of course we were embarrassed to get this kind of offering by our teacher.
“Did we both have taught enough song to you children?,” said Mrs. Yati. We all, zero small and big zero classes did not dare to move from where we were sitting. Mrs. Yati and Mrs. Tutik has much to teach the song to us. Among them is the “The Rainbow”, “The Fire Ship”, “Riding The Train”, and many more. Especially written by AT Mahmud and Mrs. Sud. The well known children song writer in Indonesia. But singing alone in front of the class was a different matter.
“If no one feel pursuant to sing on front of the class, I will point one of you, children”, said Mrs. Tutik. We were increasingly freezing and fear about.
“Well, I will point one of you then,” said Mrs. Tutik.
“Okay Vita, move forward on front of the class.”
Vita who did not imagine she was going to be called by Mrs. Tutik looked very surprised. Her cheeks flushed like boiled shrimp. Slowly she stood and shuffled forward on front of the class to follow order of Mrs. Tutik. She took place beside Mrs. Tutik.
“What is the song you want to sing, sweety?,” asked Mrs. Yati precede her colleagues.
“The Fire Ship”, Vita said hoarsely.
“Please Vita”, Mrs. Tutik commanded.
Vita sang “The Fire Ship” with timid voice. Her eyes wander sweep the walls of the classroom. She did not dare to look into the eyes of friends who watch in front of her.
“Look at a distant point on the high seas
Increasingly clear shape apparently.
That steamer sailing
White smoke is billowing on the air “
Vitariana has completed the song on front of the class succesfully. Mrs. Tutik asked the audience to clap along. Mrs. Yati looked clapped excitedly. The atmosphere began to change excited. This time Mrs. Yati turned raise voices.
I immediately raised my hand high on the air. I wanted to receive the applause of the class such as Vita. This time I was going to sing a song that had never been taught by our teacher in our classroom. Apparently I would get more lively applause than Vita had. Lest I would even get a magnificent standing ovation.
“Yes Mimit, move forward,” cried Mrs. Tuti with a friendly smile.
“What song are you want to sing , Mit,?” asked Mrs. Tutik.
“Brushing Teeth”, I replied simply. I actually did not know what was the title of the song.
Mrs. Tutik exchanged glances with Mrs. Yati. They had never heard the title of that song before. Moreover had taught the song to their kindegarten students. Their faces looked confused. Similarlywith all my friends, they were equally confused as both of my teacher.
(to be continued)
photograph by Denies Prihantinah Senopranoto