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My Mom’s Spell (Part One)

Chapter II

My Mom’s Spell

The sound of bell brass pinged from a distance by Mrs. Yanizar. All my friends cheered. It was the end of the draw lessons session we have had. One by one or in groups children came forward to collect their drawings. Rudin, one of my collecting images of a lame horse of his work. The horse’s ears like a banana leaf and it’s tail like crocodile. Without realizing it himself, Rudin is a creative child.

Joshua came up to me and see my picture. I’m drawing Reog Ponorogo in action. Reog Ponorogo is a traditional art and recital authentically from Ponorogo, a District in East Java. It had also claimed by Malaysia as their national heritage. I tried to draw a tiger head for that Reog. My tiger head seems too meek and humble. My tiger not seem like a fierce like I’m desiring. Let it be, I thought, next time I can certainly draw a fierce tiger’s head. I scanned that drawing of my Reog Ponorogo with a smile of satisfaction

“Nice drawing Mit”, greeted Joshua. I was surprised to look at him, I thought just only me to know that my tiger’s head too patient. I stared into the eyes of Joshua sharply. Joshua bared his teeth, those white teeth were maintained. I was not able to get angry at Joshua.

“What are you drawing Josh?”, I asked. Joshua tried to hide his drawing behind his back. I sight at a glance of three marbles which were drawn by Joshua. One red, the other green and the other again black. Joshua did suck.

“We collect them together Mit?”, asked Joshua to me. I just nodded short. The two of us then went to Mrs. Yati who sat on the desk in front of the class.

“What were you drawing Josh?”, asked Mrs. Yati on Joshua sweetly .

“Marbles, Mrs. Yati,” he replied.

Mrs. Yati smiled sweetly, as usual, to both of us. Her eyes then turned to me.

“What were you drawing Mit?” asked Mrs. Yati to me.

“Reog Ponorogo, Mrs. Yati”, I replied with a grin.

“Nice drawing Mit”, praised Mrs. Yati. I know, Mrs. Yati just teasing me. My tiger’s head pictures was so patient, should it look fierce tiger. My face hardened. I held back my tears might. We both passed from the presence of Mrs. Yati.

Outside, we both saw the children playing. Boisterous voice. Nurul and Daisy were playing ball jacks on the patio of the school. They are fun to sit on the floor, sometimes audible clink jacks if it falls out of the hands of Nurul or Daisy. Erna and Taufik were squatting watching them played.

We were not interested in playing jacks, so we rushed to the schoolyard to join the children playing there. Round is full, some girls sat on spinning, laughing hysterically. Beside some boys ran holding the round stool that can rotate. It looked Dewi and Siska sitting on the lap.

The available two slides are apparently being sold out. Alternating with the orderly conduct of boys and girls conduct an orderly queue to get a turn gliding from the top slide. Framework climbing no less crowded. Rudin was on top of the climbing frame together with other friends. We decided to join in climbing frame group.

(to be continued)

(photograph by Emile Seno Aji)


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