A Life Story
Chapter 2, Childhood Life (part 1)

After I turned 6 years old, exactly in 1994. I started going to elementary school. Unlike today, education must start from kindergarten or now better known as early childhood education. I went straight to SD with some friends of my age. His name is SDN Margaluyu. It is now renamed SDN Cipeundeuy 1. The school is the most favorite in my village, even children from other villages are also mostly schools here. Understandably the school is in the center of the district, so the facilities are better than other schools.

The first day of school, I felt not awkward or embarrassed because my school friends are mostly those I already know and even often play together when not in school. There were only a few who were strangers because they lived in another village.

After a few weeks of school, there are unexpected events while studying.

"And you smell a strange smell, don't you?" ask my fellow man. My best friend was the one who played with me since childhood. His house is close to mine. Name's Fikar. He is also my brother.

"Yes, Fik" I answered, looking to the right, to the left, to the front, even to the back to find the source of the smell.

"Fart-rich smell" said my friend.

"Ah no, this is not just the smell of fart, but this is the smell of tai" I said as I continued to look for the source of the increasingly pungent smell.

Then I looked down and went under the table, where the smell was getting stinging. Sure enough, when I looked ahead I saw a yellow liquid on the floor. I came out from under the table, and I poked the shoulder of the friend in front of me.

"Mil, are you pooping?" ask the friend in front of me. His name is Emil, I only knew him when he went to school because he was from another village. The skin is clean a bit white unlike me who is brownish because often play hot-warm. Understandably he is a rich man's son, so his play must be limited by his parents.

"Yes" he replied with his head lowered and nodded his head. His face became red, probably out of embarrassment.

"Mom... Emil shits in his pants." cried my fellow student who shocked everyone in the classroom. Moreover, I was on the edge, until I was jolted and slightly lifted my body from the seat.

Hearing the screams of my countrymen, my friends and teachers who were teaching turned to Emil. She was crying probably because of embarrassment. The teacher approached him immediately.

"Sstt... don't make a fuss!" my teacher said to calm the classroom atmosphere because it had started to be noisy fear could interfere with the learning of other classes. My teacher took Emil out of the classroom and took him to the school toilet for cleaning. After finishing cleaning, Emil was welcome to go home after his parents picked up.

The next day and the next days, every time I met Emil I and my other friends always mocked him with the word 'Si Busiat'. The spark plug is a term for the action or occurrence of pooping on the pants. Until one day he did not come to school. And a few days later I got word that Emil had moved to a school near his house.

After school, I took the initiative to go to Emil's house by inviting some friends. The distance from the school to his house is quite far, about a kilometer. We walked to Emil's house. There was no feeling tired or tired because on our way while playing and joking.

Arriving at Emil's house, I saw him sitting on his porch. He's opening his shoes. He also seems to be returning home from school. When she saw me and a friend of mine, she rushed inside her house. I don't know what was on his mind, maybe he still felt embarrassed or angry at us who often mocked him.

My friends and I ventured into his house. However, the front gate was locked. Understandably rich people, the gate was high so I could not jump it.

"Assalamualaikum.." I said in a slightly screaming tone. After a few greetings, someone finally replied from within.

"Wa alaikumsalam.." the sound of mothers from inside the house. Apparently it was Emil's mother. He came out and opened the gate for us.

"Eh Hamdan, come on in. Emil also just came home from high school he went straight into his room" said his mother Emil while inviting me and my friends into the house. Indeed, Emil's mother besides being rich, he is also famous for being friendly to anyone.

After we entered the house and sat on the sofa, her mother immediately called Emil in her room.

"Mil, there's Hamdan, here come out" his mother said.

"Yes knows" replied Emil in his room. Emil did know our arrival because in front of his house he saw us when he was opening his shoes.

"Lho, you know Hamdan came here, why not nyamperin?" his mother said again.

"Gak ah, males" replied Emil in an annoyed tone.

"Tumben Dan, you guys came here, what's up?" ask Emil's mother.

"There's nothing Mah" I replied. I call Emil's mother Mamah Emil. I was close to Emil's family because I used to play at his house a lot. Although a little far from my home, but I often play here just to play nintendo games. Because my friend who has a Nintendo game only Emil.

"This is mamah Emil, I mean come here to represent all classmates, want to apologize to Emil" I said explaining the purpose and purpose of me and friends coming to his house.

"Oh that's so. Mil, Hamdan and his friends have apologized, sorry is not tuh" said his mother Emil while smiling at his son. Emil just kept quiet, he still lowered his head.

With a little saying from his mother emil about friendship, finally Emil began to lift his head and look at me and the other friends. He started smiling and said.

"Yes, I'm sorry you all" he said with a smile.

Me and my friends were happy to hear Emil's apology. Now I don't feel guilty about Emil anymore. Because of the ridicule of me and other friends, Emil moved to school. This incident is a lesson for all of us especially me not to do bullying in any form. Because it can disturb the psychological of people who are bullied. As with this Emil, I also heard that he did not want to be friends with anyone.

After the atmosphere began to melt, and we started chatting with each other as usual. We talked about the atmosphere at school to talk about each other's activities if they had gone home from school.

So cool we chatted while eating and drinking served by his mother Emil, did not feel the time has shown at 4 pm. Me and my friends say goodbye to Emil and don't forget Emil's mother either.

"Mama Emil, me and my friends go home first" I said, which surprised Emil's mother a little because she was watching television.

"Eh, why the rush? it's still the afternoon." said Emil's mother.

"Udah afternoon Mah, anyways I came here not asking permission of the parents, we were directly here after school" I explained.

"Oh yes then. Be careful when you go home. Many cars are just as motorized" he reminded.

"Yes mah" I reply.

"Mil, the anther is ahead of them" said Emil's mother.

"Assalamualaikum.." we said at the same time as we began to step out of Emil's house.

"Wa aleikum salam." replied Emil and his mother.

We left Emil's house to go home. When I got home, I was asked about my mother.

"Where have you come from Dan? this hour just came home from school" my mother asked in an annoyed tone when I had entered the house.

"From Emil mah's house" I answered.

After I told my mother everything that happened at school, she didn't feel upset anymore and she gave a saying about friendship.

"Oh that's it, yeah, take a quick shower, it's late in the afternoon" said my mother told me to take a shower.

"Yes mah" I reply.

I rushed to take a bath in the public bath because there was no bathroom in my house.