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.

City’s Chess Champion (Part Five)

“Draw,” said my father.

“There is no one to win and no one to lose,” he continued.

“You’re great, Mit.”

“No one can beat Father at school,” said my father afterwards.

My father was fond of this game, and he was telling the truth that all his teacher’s friends of our school couldn’t beat him. Indeed, he was telling the truth.

After the once stalemate game, then my skill on playing chess seemed to be unstoppable again. During the four next parties I only lost once when playing with father. Because him feel tired, then he stopped the game and invited me to play chess again on the next day. I was excited because could play together with Yanto and Pieter outdoors on that day.

The next day, my father invited to play chess again. This time, ten parties, and I won all of them. My father shook his head. He felt very curious about how I played. But he should go out because had to give private lessons outside of school hours. He did indeed get extra money by giving private lessons outside of school.

Day after day passed. One day I could play ten to fourteen parties against my father. I won all of the games. Sometimes my dad won two or three parties only. I became popular in schools in this game, and some teachers who were curious invited to play chess against them./p>

I served their the game at the school. And indeed none were able to beat me. The defeat of chess playing of my teachers was usually very bad. Their chess pieces until running out eliminated from table games. Eventually they no longer dared to invite me to play chess again, probably because according to them it was just only making shame as well. If losing by my father might still be able to accept, but lost by a grade two or three elementary school student in this game was obviously difficult by them to receive with ease.

My First Championship (Part Three)

It was Saturday. No lessons walking on the streets that day, because it was the day of the distribution of our report. We, the students, playing in the school yard. Our parents came and had social time with the teachers. Rudin did not go to school, he reportedly ill. From Siska and Dian, I got the news that Rudin was hospitalized. I wonder what was Rudin illness.

We immediately huddled in front of the classroom door as report were distributed. Name called by the teacher one by one. The parents sat on the bench which very small for them. I saw my mother was among the parents who sit on the small bench. She sat on the Zainul’s bench.

“Fermy Nurhidayat.”

The name was not familiar to me. I never knew my friend named thus name. I had had not lost my astonishment yet, but it was my mother who went to the front of the class and receive report from Mrs. Yati. Then they chatted briefly and shook hands.

Then she went out of the classroom and called, “Come on Mit, we go home.” I felt strange with that name. Who was Fermy Nurhidayat?. I was only knew that my name was Mimit.

We then trooped out of the school complex. I was just with my mother at that time because my brother and sisters were deposited at a neighboring home. My mother and I met the a pedicab driver who has been ordered by the mother to wait on us. Mother raised me with care for the pedicab’s bench. At that time the pedicab’s passenger seat were still too high for me. The pedicab driver turned down the front part of his rickshaw so I and mother could more easily get in it.

On the way to the house, I guess, who the Fermy Nurhidayat ?. As far as I knew, my name was just Mimit. But, aha, I suddenly remembered something. Nenen once told me that her full name was Nur Aini Hidayati, Nenen was his nickname. Perhaps Fermy Nurhidayat was my long name, Mimit was my nickname. Perhaps.

I asked my mother, “Is my full name Fermy Nurhidayat, Mom ?.”

“Yes, your grandfather gave it to you.”

I furrowed my brow. Apparently the mother aware of my astonishment. My name did not like the name of Indonesian children in general. Above rickshaws that were walking on the pretty bumpy road, then my mother told me.

“In the past, when the Second World War raging, the Allies wanted to create a weapon of mass destruction that may soon put an end to the Second World War.”

I frowned again. I’m trying to understand what the meaning of the Second World War and Mass Destruction Weapons. But I had not managed to understand it. But I became interested in the story of my mother.

“Since then the United States decided to establish the Manhattan Project, or by another name was Oppenheimer Project, to examine the possibilities of making nuclear weapons and use it for the purpose of war.”

I was getting more interested. I know that the United States is a developed country, far away. My mother then continued.

(photograph by Astungkara Wiguna)

Enemy Force’s Sudden Attact (Part Three)

“There are enemies, attaaaaaaaact !.”

The group of new students in white uniform shouted excitedly crossing the street toward us. They come out of the mouths imitating rifle being fired and cocked back. The position of their hands mimicked the hand position of soldiers who were shooting targets.




Our party became frightened to get a surprise attacks like that. We were all crying and gathering swarm onto the teachers. Dewi and Joshua were being pee in their pants with fear. The teachers was very surprised and looked livid. They both tried to calm us. Our group was a mess. Fortunately there was no traffic on the road.

“Irreverence,” hissed Mrs. Tutik slowly. Her face looked very upset.

Suddenly one of the students who dressed in a blue coat alma mater shouted to big kids in white uniforms. He was wearing a red slayer.

“You have what ?.”

“Attacking other groups without using guns.”

“Look at your hands, are there any weapons ?,” he continued.

“Use logic !.”

“Logic !,” he cried shout.

Hordes of big children with white uniforms were suddenly silent. We still crying howling at the roadside. Siska hugged Mrs. Yati thigh closely. She was very frightened. His eyes shed tears profusely. She cried silently.

” Get down all !,” ordered another big boy with purple slayer.

“You’re all lost.”

“You’re all dead,” said a big children’s with blue alma mater coat and red slayer.

Those big children suddenly were lying face down on the asphalt. In tears, I can still be surprised. How could the big kids feel disposed to face down on the pavement were full of dust ?. That’s where the heck why kindergarten stupid children coming from ?, so I thought at that time.

Dozens of big children were lying in front of us. We still bawling. In the chaos, Mrs. Tutik immediate made a decision.

“Come on kids, we go back to school.”

Our party moved left, return to school at Jalan Simpang Bogor. Some children had started silence. Some were still crying softly. We were all in shock. Our teacher no longer pay attention to our ranks. Anyway right back, back to school at Jalan Simpang Bogor. Immediately.

A long-haired female student follow us. She brought three laced drinking bottles of  left at the crime scene. She handed the bottle to Mrs. Yati while apologizing. Mrs. Yati receive the three laced bottles of  with a stiff face.

Arriving at the school, we were asked to enter the classroom by the teachers. The delegation of TK-2 and TK-3 had not returned to school yet. Mrs. Tutik took Dewi whom still crying. In her hand was a skirt inventories of the schools that was used for emergencies. She handed Dewi toward school bathroom. Mrs. Tutik would replace the Dewi’s wet skirt urinated.

Similarly, Mrs. Yati had picked out a large shorts for Joshua. Brown shorts. Joshua was bigger compared to other friends. He had not cried again. But his face still looked tired and frightened.

After that event, on that day, there was no singing lessons as before on Saturday. Our teachers let us play on the school yard. It was the most mess lesson of walking around the streets I’ve ever had.

pict by Emile Seno Aji

Enemy Force’s Sudden Attact (Part One)

Chapter III

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

“Sepur Tumbuk’s” Driver (Part Three)

I held out my hand to Mrs. Tutik as I reached out my hand to shake hands with Yati earlier. Again, I cone my mouth in front of my mother.

“Dear me, you are very handsome,” said Mrs. Tutik and pinched my cheek.

“Just like his father,” she continued.

“My son is more handsome ,” my mother protested.

They all laughed uproariously. I do not understand what they were laughing about.

“Who is the eminent primacy sires,” said Mrs. Yati glancing at my mother. Again the three of them chuckled. I still do not understand what they were talking about.

In conversations and boisterous voices of children playing at the schoolyard, suddenly heard the bell was rung by a teacher dressed in black with a foliage pattern of dark blue and green. A few days later I learned that her name was Mrs. Yanizar.

Mrs. Yati and Mrs. Tutik said goodbye to my mother. They quickly gathered their young students to enter TK-1 classrooms. TK stands for Taman Kanak-Kanak in Bahasa which means Kindegarten in English. Bustling noise of children eagered to enter the classroom. Mom came over and looked down.

“When the time to go home come, Mom will waiting at Pak Slamet’s home “, she message me. She showed a cottage at the other end of a walkway leading to the school. There are two houses there. The house were for carers and the school janitor.

My mother immediately walked towards the house that had been designated herself. My number two’s sister followed her. My number three’s brother was still sleeping soundly in my mother’s arms.

School grounds immediately deserted. I did not move from where I stood. From a distance I saw her chatting with Mrs. Upik, she was Pak Slamet’s wife. Then they rushed into the house. Mother immediately vanished from my sight. And I was alone in the yard.

I looked at the school yard with curiousity, there are two great rounds to play turn-round. To complete it, there are three swings and two slides and a climbing frame of iron. At that time, probably my kindergarten was kindergarten with the best facilities on Malang City. To enter first grade of PPSP IKIP Malang, we should able to read. This condition were not found on other schools.

Most of schools gave lessons of reading at the first grade. English Lessons were given in the fourth grade of primary school. At that time English teaching was typically given for the students on first grade of Junior High. Science lessons were divided into Biology and Physics Lessons on the fourth grade also. And we have Trade Administration Lesson in the fourth grade again.

I’ve already told my mom that I did not go to school. I did not want my chance to be a sepur tumbuk driver will be disappeared. Therefore, I was unwilling to enter the class followed Mrs. Yati and Mrs. Tutik. I did not know what to do now in my loneliness, so I moved closer to a tree and climbed it.

From the top of the tree, I watched Pak Slamet’s home again from a distance. Breeze gently rubbed my little body. Noise of leaves and branches rustled the sound of breeze. Sunlight shadow on the leaves and stems of the trees I’d climbed forming sweet shadow-shaped circles. I did enjoyed it.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a hand-clap loudly patted.

(to be continued)

pict by Astungkara Wiguna