A Life Story
Chapter 3, Childhood Life (part 2)
Day by day after the events of Emil had passed. The atmosphere at school is back as usual. At school, I was the most respected student. Although I am not the student leader, but all my classmates are very disinclined by me. In terms of performance I was not inferior to my friend who first studied in kindergarten before entering elementary school.
* Class 1
In the first wulan chess, because in the past I was in elementary school the learning system still uses wulan chess. It has now been changed to a semester system. In addition to the incident about Emil as I told you about the previous tire, I got second place. I was defeated by my friend who was a teacher's son who also taught at my school and was also the student leader. His name is Dede Lukman.
I was pretty close to him even though we knew each other when we went to elementary school. My behavior is as it is and flexible may make other friends easily familiar with me. All my male friends are very familiar with me.
In the second and third Wulan chess class 1, again I got the second rank. And the first rank is still Dede Lukman.
* Class 2
I and my classmates have been together for a year. Entering this second year we are getting more familiar and also not only boys who are familiar with me, but girls have started to come to play if they break school. At rest there are those who play jumping rubber, play marbles, or there are also those who play galasin. The front page of the class is quite spacious making the playing area a lot.
In the first chess wulan of class 2, I was again ranked second and the first was still the same person.
At the beginning of the second wulan chess, my class came a new mirid. She is a female transfer student from Ciranjang area, Cianjur. Viska Aristian's name. He moved here because his parents moved home to my village. He is the son of a chicken businessman who likes to sell in the market.
In the second and third grade 2 wulan chess, I still got the second rank while the first rank was still the same.
* Class 3
After 2 years together at school, my classmates and I no longer feel awkward with each other. Play has also been mixed between men and women. In fact, in this class the nature of fad in play is already visible and not awkward with each other.
Once, while we were on break, we were playing jump rope. Everyone in the class is playing this game except the sick. When my girl friend Viska, who just entered in second grade, was jumping. That time was my rope height. Because she wears a knee-length skirt, when she jumps up her skirt is exposed to the top because it is tied to the rope. Up to ************** looks.
There was a funny thing about that moment. It turned out that there was one of my friends who was squatting right in front of the jumping rope playing area. He saw the section *********** Viska to the point that he drooled onto the classroom floor. Great name. From the incident it made everyone who saw laugh at him. But the laughter and ridicule to him did not continue, because we remembered the incident that happened to Emil in 1st grade. Enough at that moment we mocked and laughed at him.
"Gung, are you ngacay?" ask one of my friends.
"See what you got out that rich saliva?' I also asked.
"****** ******** white" he replied. Hearing his reply, my friend and I laughed. While Viska blushed her face. After that, we continued the game until the bell rang.
In April 1997, when I was in 3rd grade, I got sad news. Grandma died. I was so sad that the crying didn't stop. But my sister was happy. Maybe he doesn't understand death. She was only 5 years old when her grandmother died.
"Asiiikkk. Yes, in my village if anyone dies, surely the family left behind will give sholawat money to the people who attend the funeral area. Usually the money will be put in plastic containing rice.
There was one conversation with my grandmother that I always remember.
"And, Ema's foot massage!" my grandmother said when I got home from school and I changed.
"Yes Ma" I said yes. I called my grandmother Ema.
"And you must love your mother. He's been taking care of you from your little one. Especially now that he's alone, there's no father. You also don't upset him. You should be able to take care of your sister if your mother is working. He was so to eat and snack on you and your sister. You know for yourself that your father does not give you pocket money every day" said my grandmother on the sidelines I was mijitin feet.
"Yes Ma" answered I understood the conversation.
Indeed, my father is not full every day to give pocket money. He gives pocket money if he meets, if he doesn't meet, I don't give it. It's not always met he gave pocket money, often met but he didn't give me pocket money. If you meet in the morning or when leaving school he answers later in the afternoon if I ask for pocket money. Later in the afternoon, I met and asked for the money for the answer later in the afternoon. Finally in the afternoon as I waited by the roadside, I did not meet my father until it was dark. So that day I did not get any pocket money from my father.
In education, my father did not completely ignore me. Every grade, he always bought me all the school supplies and equipment. Starting from school uniforms, textbooks, pencils, even to erasers bought new ones. In addition, for the monthly fee of the school, the money is from my father. And from that, I was always eager to learn.
In Class 3 I always got second rank, be it in the first, second, and third quarter. At the beginning of this class I also began to study history and favorite math lessons. Unlike other students who are reluctant to favorite maths lessons, he says these are the most difficult subjects. But I'm the opposite. Therefore, I always got the highest score in math subjects.
Once upon a time, the value of my Indonesian subjects was ugly. Not very bad, the value is 7, but the value of my math subjects is 9. Very far from my other classmates who mostly only got 6. Since then the teachers project me to follow the intelligent championship of careful math subjects in the 6th grade later.