Tuti Lazy School
2. I want a Madrasah..

Yes, I really want Madrasah Diniyah Takmiliyah Awaliyah or abbreviated (MDTA) Once as a child I want to go to school to be given pocket money, many friends and other fun. If my MDTA is now near my house, not far 300m already has MDTA. Because I didn't know so I wore all black and white clothes and carried a black backpack and my school shoes. I signed up and was accepted that day. Then I came back because there was no one wearing shoes but sandals, because I was ilfeal so I wear sandals too.

“Hai son, what's his name? Really cute.” Said the director.

I shy cat “Tuti Lasmani buk.”

The captain nodded his head “Ohh, Tuti. Oh yes Class 1 is in the left corner next to this office.. Welcome new friends.”

I'm barking while going “Thank you buk Hena”.

The MDTA school bell rang, classes were about to begin. I'm waiting in the corner of the classroom because I'm a new kid.

(Sett, block.) The door says someone entered the classroom.

“Ehh there is a new child yes, whose name is it? But children before that absent first yes.” The teacher also passed the class one by one.

“Ehh yes earlier whose name and can be explained where he lives now, also his SD which is now also where?”

“Duhh this buk guru many questions” Gumamku.

Reply with smooth and head down “Halo, My name is Tuti Lasmani. I moved from Tebingtinggi, North Sumatra. And I now live in Simp.nanas is not far from here 300m only. Now my new elementary school is at SD SERIBU DOME 001. Greetings yes.”

“OK, now Tuti can sit near Sandi yes.”

“Ba-Good buk.” I walked closer to my seat, dragging a bench to sit down.

Lessons of the Day Aqidah & Akhlak. A lot of notes, but I'm not complaining. And upon arrival ahsar I also pray and take ablution as soon as possible to perform prayer. And when ready to rest I also buy fried noodle snacks that cost Rp.2,000.00. Then I brought the class and I spent it there. But before going home, we were given the task of memorizing the movements, intentions, prayers of Wudhu and his prayers. I was also confused, because I did not know where I had to memorize, but I just lived and I memorized little by little, we were also given 1 month by Buk who I don't know his name, I forgot his name.

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Today is Wednesday, we were gathered into the field by the director and told to sing the National Compulsory Song. After we sang for almost 40 minutes, we went to class and started our first lesson in math. I'm bored with that lesson, just thinking about the numbers makes me dizzy and ends it immediately, but I can't. Yes, I live with a heavy heart. Then we practice IPA, which is to make a simple Windmill with media Needles, pipettes and paper as the mill. And then we almost made it, and then we helped the less-understood how to make it. It doesn't feel like it's time to go home from elementary school.

Now go straight home, change clothes and go to MDTA. It was like my school was full-day. And I was late that day.

(Tok-Tok-Tok, check.) The classroom door sounded.

“Wiss ra need no pikerne, your important sing wes rene.”

“Ehh sorry, mother habit of using Javanese. It means you don't have to think about it, the important thing is that you're here. Oh g-that's yes buk.”

“Wahh this ibuk is so good” Muttered me.

“Whose name? Why are you so cute like a Chinese guy again his eyes are narrow. Your father/Mother is Chinese huh?”

“Ngga kok, hehe.. I am Javanese as mamak and mr.”

“Ohh that way, yaudah there sit again. Let ibuk confirm to resuscitate.”

He walked into the office to recreate our class. And then he came back to our classroom teaching Fiqh lessons. We memorized bablas, and I also pening. Memorization that was not memorized last night even added new memorization. But I was excited that day to memorize everything little by little so that the new teacher to know me was not disappointed.

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Living in Simp.Nanas is very quiet, do not see any train let alone a car. Passing by at least one two doangs. Yes, I moved schools because I joined parents and a pretty bad friendship environment in my opinion. But I remained steadfast and tried to socialize in the new village where I lived. And finally I can socialize after 2 months here.

I saw my neighbor move in and he built a little Monza Shop. I saw from afar that there was a girl my age called Noni. Noni was pretty good looking and sneaky, I didn't like being with her so I stayed away from her. After I realized he went to school at the same MDTA school as me. He was sitting next to me because now Sandi has 5-7 times Alfa in a row and somewhere. So when I was after the prayers, Noni wasn't there and I saw on my desk there was no such beautiful sunflower-shaped eraser. I looked around me but nothing. I begged my friends and Noni's bags to be unloaded. Then the day after, I saw my eraser with Noni. He won't confess, and we're fighting the Crest and the Claws. Then came from far away Buk who taught Fiqh or Lasmine's name instead accused me of taking people's rights and was told to share this eraser. Yes obviously, who the hell wants his own rights shared by others let alone that eraser my beloved.

“Ngga buk, this is my eraser. I will not share it with anyone. He stole my eraser!”

“Ohh so you are Tuti, you are stingy with your compatriots. Take this, you buy me a new eraser.” While the Lasmine buk issued a bill of 5 thousand.

“You can accuse your friends of stealing and you don't want to share with your friends. Remember the Prophet Tuti said (A very stingy person is the one who when my name is mentioned beside him does not read my prayer. [H.R. At-Tirmidhi])”

My heart broke with tears, my tears soaked my cheeks she had been staring at me one eye and listening to only one side. I cried and washed my face in the school sink. I went back to class and I vaguely listened.

“...Do not because the eraser is a trivial price Just 2 thousand aja we become a stingy person, remember children do not be a stingy Tuti. We as Muslims should share, and.” My heart sobs mental scratches, the teacher like that said so. If the teacher reconsiders it, no one is favoritism and menzolimi his own students. But I was just stoic and didn't talk about this to my parents.

Though it was a beloved eraser from my mama and I always kept it. I also wait until I want to go home and then I go back to class with a moody look and my ragged veil like a beggar terleagi how else the shape nan apparently. In the depths of my heart the deepest “I hated Noni and Teacher Lasmine it.”

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