Tuti Lazy School
28. Quit School, huh?

I'm fed up. I was thinking of coming on this sunny Thursday. It's always like that, nothing's fickle. I would like to reverse those words. Because my Madrasah school is just that. I mean gini, the same Buk Lasmine that I think is very severe. I told Mamak a thousand times. But mamak told me to be patient and stoic with the Buk Lasmine earlier. Maybe it's because I'm in second grade, and I'm finishing two. The madrasah is private. Maybe you love the same SPP that I often pay every month. Maybe because of that, but I alone really can't stand the same behavior.

"Sir, Tuti Capek."

"What are you tired of, right? Your Father's men are working. You're just school, worship, eating, shitting, sleeping tired. More tired than mamak who make food, wash clothes and dishes, sweeping, mopping. bla-bla-bla." My mother complained of fate.

"Yes if it's Tuti tau, but this one is different mak." I looked away, pouting wryly.

"So?"

"Did I quit school, Mom? Madrasah School."

"What's wrong, if the Lasmine is anything you've been remin' aja, cuek aja."

"Udah Mak, but still. Like the times he's been looking for trouble with Tuti. I'll know anything about him in the same story." I took a long breath.

Mamak stroked my shoulder "Jaudah that way, it's up to Tuti aja. Go ahead or something. Actually baby, a little more already want to graduate Madrasah, two more years. But if cape yaudah, it's up to Tuti how he wants. Mamak can not give any more advice, do know Mamak kayak where the Lasmine is."

I fixated, thinking for a moment "But that one is Mak, wanting to stop, dear not to stop like a hell class. Sometimes Tuti gets confused." I postponed my intention to drop out of school.

So gini is mak...

.........

(Tell: Flashback of the incident earlier)

In a classroom corridor I did not see the trunk of Ningsih's nose. Yanti is sitting at the door. I don't know what he's daydreaming about, and then I reprimand.

"Woy Yanti! Why you!"

"Ihh surprised me, huh.. what's wrong?"

My face smears "Hmmph. What do you think of the front door of the class too? Pamali you know if people in front of the gini door, while sitting around."

"Huh? Seriously?"

I nodded in confidence "Yes."

"Hahaha, it's funny you're Tuti, it's just superstitious. Okay, ta-ha-yul. Superstitious, understanding?"

"Ha-ha, I don't know what you're talking about, you know, you're in and out!" I dragged Yanti's recalcitrant chair away from hearing my input.

"Hey! stopit! Please stop it!" He groaned in fear, telling me to stop.

"That's why I came in, right until you were the one I dragged in." My misery.

"Ihh yaudah, I enter nich. Don't be dragged again dong. it's so scary." He's shivering stiffly.

We're waiting for Buk Lasmine. Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes never came. Our eyes are sleepy from boredom. Suddenly without immediate excuse. We were amazed and could not read the book. So let's just guess jinggo. He read the questions and the answers. He didn't say directly answer or make up the matter or how

"Create Full Name, Field of Study, Date and Sheet of paper to answer." Rigorously. "Number one, When praying but not reciting surah al-fatihah then the prayer becomes. Not valid, b. By allah swt, c. Stay legitimate. " He read the train.

"Number two.."

"Hhh if you are! Little quick, don't melt like a fool." I was rude to say that.

My eyes grinned sharply and glared at him without flinching a soft voice. "Ya ibuk was quick to explain, the ability of people is different!" Tegasku's mad.

"Must get you there, number two.." It explained without waiting for me.

"Yaudah Tut, look at mine." Isa spread the paper secretly. But I see he didn't write about it and the caption on his A,B,C choice.

"Ehhh, how come you don't have the same information?" I looked astonished at Isa.

"Ti, write it down. I'm lazy to do about. Usually the same Buk Lasmine ga use about." He continued his writing.

"I wrote it, afraid it was wrong to be scolded again. Males is actually." My uncle raised his voice.

That was after I did it. But I saw others mixed up. Some people write about it, some don't. Yeah, I don't mind long. Upon arrival the repetition is shared. Buk Lasmine called me

"Woy Tuti! Here you are!" He called me like a parking attendant.

I can't help but walk reluctantly "Yes buk, what's up?"

"What do you write this about?" He's handing me my paper.

"Is mom telling you to write about? There's not, is there?" He started to blame me again.

"Steep, earlier ibuk no keluasin directly said a repetition. I don't want to make you angry, I wrote about. There are also other friends who are writing about it." I defended myself.

"Ohh, you presumptuous? Anything other than this stupid idiot?" He's chiding my maki.

"There's two people, the other one's either." Yanti explained.

"Others are okay, because it's already gone. Make you Tuti not accept!" He tore my paper, favoritism and I don't know what's wrong with me?

"Jude." Ketus I'm gone.

The bastard Lasmine was still angry no matter what, I was bored and no matter what. In her eyes I was still wrong. Whatever he wants to say. Want to reduce my value, want whatever it is, whatever. I don't care anymore.

.........

Mama's stunned upset "Kok that's your teacher's son? Bizarrely. I don't like Mamak as much as him. Mamak never did Tuti, why is he the same Tuti?"

"That's why sometimes Tuti is tired of why. But adek do not input into the Madrasah yes mak, enough Tuti aja miserable. Don't school her in that madrasah. She's not as strong as Tuti." I convinced mama.

"Yeah, let's eat first. Ntar just went to Elementary School." My mother held my hand tightly.

"Yok." Your mouth grinned wide, my eyes shining brightly.

I immediately said Mamak and also forgot my intention to quit school. I also feel sorry for Father and Mamak who sent me to school, Now I just live. If Buk Lasmine was anything later. What is important is that I reach out to my mother's thoughts so that she is not in vain and disappointed.

(CONNECTED.).