Tuti Lazy School
16. Next Week

After one week, it's Tuesday again. Why do those days pass so quickly, wonder. Yesterday's feeling was still Thursday, suddenly without me noticing it was Tuesday again. Heuh, bye.

"Assalamualaik." Buk Lasmine entered without a smile.

He sat in the teacher's chair "Prepare" telling us his students to pay their respects and so on.

"Ready, before we start learning let us pray first. Praying begins, though,..

Done, Stand.." We stood up from our seats "Assalamualaikum w.b.

Good afternoon bu~" Simultaneously us.

"Guilingsalam, sit." Buk Lasmine also sat down.

Yanti caper to Buk Lasmine "Happy, yesterday where sich. We all nyariin ibuk lo. Kangen..... Banget with Buk Lasmine, yakan wee?" He convincingly looked to the left-right.

"..." - ".Silent class.

"Udah, so yesterday mom was a party. That's why you can't attend." His trivial speech.

"Where is a teacher who abandons his duty for the sake of sheer pleasure, cuih." In my heart.

"But your mother is your duty, oh yes there is memorization too right? Well because now the mother is good again, I give it one week. Yes, when I'm ga Dateng to the wedding party there is a person to invite, if you guys for example marriage maybe you also did not come to the party? If you become a mother, then her name is also your teacher." Long times wide he explains what I don't really understand because the right ear comes out the left ear.

"Dih, ogah also if for example the Lasmine came to my wedding party. I'm not gonna invite that wrinkled devil." The swearing in my heart is becoming.

He also explained the lesson he gave last Sunday that he left yesterday. As much as he explains, I still don't understand and still get in touch with him. How not to be coed? As long as I enter, I always become a material for gibbah, materials for the source of problems and other bad properties that until now I did not understand. I don't know what kind of teacher he is. Not even the teachers I met were like that. But I was lazy to argue and get dizzy. I put it in the dongkol and got sick of it in my heart. Maybe one day he will change my mind.

.........

Now in my third grade elementary school and in my second grade Madrasah. Indeed, during my full-day school gini it feels cape how it is. But I live ajalah, his name is also a school boy. At my age that is still labile gini need a lot of intake of basic science, religious and others. So that I will become a useful child for people as well as myself.

"Tut, you're madrasah, right?"

"Yes? Why why?"

"Ihh dread-denger we go to school in the afternoon, because it's from the principal said our local is not enough. That's why we're in for lunch." Ningsih convinced me out of nowhere the information she got was.

The sound of footsteps rang out and immediately headed towards our class "Excuse me, This is grade 3.B yeah?" A pretty cute little brother came to our class "Yes sir."

"Father's name, Mr. Harto. Lives in latitude acid. I have a wife named Buk Ratih. Recognize right? Who taught the Arab Malay lessons?" He assured us, "Know sir!" Some of my friends know him and some don't.

The father taught us our first lesson about our name, address and complete personal data. Then we were told to bring the Identity Card of both parents and the Family Card as well. We also agree. Typical of this father is outspoken but chatty. Honestly, I sometimes kinda like this Mr. Harto, because little ngomel-ngomel mulu. But that day he was angry that day. How darn it.

One day I forgot the task of Natural Science from what Mr. Harto loved. The father was upset and punished us for standing up until the bell hour of rest. He was indeed furious, but it was like Lasmine. Yes, I want to follow whatever punishment he gives me.

"Why don't you work Tuti?" The father was his rather high tone creepy.

"Forgot sir" I turned my face to the lower tile floor.

"Ohh forgot.. Okay you can forget to put your value." He took a pen and made a red list in my grades with a strip mark.

I can't do anything else but just give up. How do you end up trying? You can't do that yaudah. Yes anyway it was also my negligence not to do the task he gave. But even so I remained firm, after all just one time.

Syn turned to the Madrasah. It's Thursday, learning Arabic. But Mr. Noah ga dateng, he said there was a matter about madrasah children who want to graduate. So he takes care of it. Who while teaching us this is Buk Lasmine. Genuine, really gedeg me. Males bet if he had taught. But yeah how. Hope it goes well.

"Open a 140 page book about life in Arabic vocabulary." His firmness opened up back and forth by behind the paper on the page of the book.

We also recorded Arabic, Latin and its Translation. And told to memorize with Buk Lasmine earlier. Beh, that's where I feel dag-dig-dug. Because it has to be memorized that day. The feeling of the same sir Noah mah free mah memorized anytime. But as much as possible I can memorize. And it's time for my turn.

"Tut forward."

Srrtt. the sound of the chair I sat in and now stand forward to percentage my rote "Good buk." I'm advancing forward.

I memorize word by word, translation by translation I memorize. There is only one more vocabulary left behind.

"What's? Forgot it?

I forgot the time you memorized! Just stand there, you're just as stupid as you are." The answer is rude and not educational.

Obviously I'm hurt, yes how to try memorizing time is only ten minutes. While I need peace to memorize and also a lot of time to memorize. Memorized there are ±20 words along with the translation. Of course, each person's ability is different. I know why there are such teachers.

"Have you sit there. You memorize it tomorrow, sir Noah. Not the same, not the same teacher. Lelet the time you memorize, lazy you're just a lot of you." The answer was loud and loud.

Yeah, I can't do anything but tear up and sit in the back corner and I'll just wait for the bell to come home. And now bell's coming home is sounding creepy. I went home without touching the Lasmine Buk. I broke through the door in annoyance and left.

(CONNECTED.).