The Forgotten Creator's
New Kids
It looks like a fight by two people. I was fighting someone I didn't know at all. “Do you want? Just met directly ngajak baku hantam.”
“We need your help to fix things in the future!” yelled my opponent who knows who. “Come quickly go with me before my time runs out.” Further.
“No want! What the fuck are you. Just met and went straight away without cause.” My firmness.
“Yes already then, I can only go home with unhappy circumstances,” he said, “I'm sorry for not being able to pay your kindness, Den.” The woman disappeared by leaving a jewel through her eyes
... ~Π~...
The next day...
“Celaka. I woke up bad luck. Though I set the alarm at five, but still I was tempted by the appeal of drowsiness.” I said while annoyed. I ran to my new school in a hurry because I woke up late.
It was my first day to go to school. I was enrolled in this school for a reason. That is my aunt who is the owner of the school as well as the Headmaster of this school offers me an offer to enter his school for free. Why can I be offered that way? Because 5 years ago, my parents were reported dead. They had a terrible incident when they went to work.
That's why my economy is declining. Fortunately my aunt was willing to accommodate as well as help me to survive. It has been very important in the last 5 years. Then at this moment he offered me to continue my schooling at his school.
“Huft... Huft... Huft.... Sorry, my Aunt woke up late this morning, and I am sorry for the delay on this first day.” I said with a breath of breath.
Patiently my aunt forgives me “Alright, will Aunt forgive. Some people are already used to being late on their first day, at this school. It is only natural that you are also late.” Her speech. “Then please enter your class. Use this plan to help you find your class.”
“Class 1-B yes. It looks pretty far from the aunt's office. But luckily the class is very close to the canteen.” The hallways of my class passed until I finally arrived at my class. I opened the door while reciting the mantra of the bearer of kindness (*just a myth). I entered the room and immediately sat in place at the very end and the very back. A place that was my pride during my schooling in Junior High School
I looked around me and .. yes everyone I saw had nothing I knew. I am very grateful because there were no school friends during Junior High School with me.
I accidentally saw the figure of a woman whose face was the same as someone who was last night. I tried to cover my face to keep it from being noticed by him. Results futile. He didn't even look at me at all. Maybe he's forgetful? Never mind, don't think too much. It's not important, though.
8 Hours. The bell rings indicating that the lesson is about to begin. A man about 170cm tall walked into my classroom and said, “Greetings, kids. I as your teacher was assigned to guide this class for one year. Which means your father is your homeroom teacher. Please help for the next year.” Said a teacher claiming to be my homeroom teacher.
“Bapak wants to ask you one thing first. You guys want to directly learn or introduce first?”
One of the students replied, “Bapak knows if every early school, the students want what.”
“Good, I understand your point. Then let's introduce first.” Be firm, teacher
“The father's name is Aryo Hardiono. You can call father ‘Father Aryo’. Father was born on September 2, 1976 in Magelang. Now the father lives in Cisarua with the father's wife. Furthermore, the father was blessed with 2 children, the first male and the second female. The father's hobby is painting because it has become part of the father's work. Oh yes father forgot, the father here teaches as an Art Teacher. So do not disappoint the father by making a work that is less pleasing to the eye. Maybe enough introductions from the father. Now it's your turn to introduce yourself.” introductions are quite long in my opinion.
The students began to introduce themselves. “Include my name Siska .. bla bla bla.”
I have a bad habit of always not paying attention around. Yes, maybe it doesn't hurt anyone but being ignored by others when we talk to him is a very painful thing. Even so, I prefer to avoid communicating with others because I like to be alone.
“Now it's your turn, young man. Who sits at the far left.” exclaimed Mr. Aryo.
“Oh yes. Fine, Mr.” sahutku.
“Hooo, so you are the youngest student in this class.” said Mr. Aryo.
“Oh is it, sir?” respond to me flatly.
”Betul, because the average student in this class is 1 or 2 months older than you.” Said Mr. Aryo, “Since all the students have introduced themselves, how about we fill the remaining time, we just continue by starting lessons.”
...~Π~...
5 Hours later ...
“Buset. Just the first day has destroyed school life. SMA indeed.” I said while yawning from sleepiness.
Seen in front there was my aunt standing waiting for someone. “Oh, Den. How was your school, was it fun?” tanyakanya.
“Custom only. Nothing interesting,” I replied “But, may I ask?”
“As long as I can answer it.”
“Tante, is there anything special about this school to the many people who attend?”
“Oh, of course. Because this school has high achievement scores. Both in academic and non-academic fields.” Answer aunt with songong.
“Buset is really cool. Then are all the students here, they are all smart?” I asked both times.
“Some are average, and some are below average. They enter the school here only to qualify so they can work later in the day.” The answer.
“Where to enter try?”
“Many ways. Some I let in out of pity to see the state of the economy. Some are only eligible to enter. Some received scholarships from the government. Many others.” The answer. “Do you want to ask again?”
“That's enough. I've understood.” My answer.
“Then, hurry home and rest.” Tanteku said.
“Ya, alright.” My speech.
... ~Π~...
Arriving at home ...
Just lock the door, and I'll keep my bag. Then change clothes and lie down on the bed. “School is difficult. Moreover, the material is difficult to nest in my brain,” me lamented, “By the way, what lesson was it?”