Tuti Lazy School
6.My story

I used to live with my grandmother before I lived with my parents. My date of birth is; Siak, 01-10-2005. I moved to Pangkalan Kerinci-Riau, because my father moved to work there. I automatically moved. I attended Kindergarten School there for 2 times, because I was less old to enter Primary School. So I even TK 2 times. After I went to Pematang Siantar-North Sumatra. To attend Primary School (SD), I also went to temporary school because my father was still in Kalimantan at that time. So I went to school there for about 2 months, and then I moved again to*** (Which I can't name the city because of privacy and confidentiality). I went to school there and felt right at home, but his son looked a bit naughty indeed not all the hell and sometimes shiriknya they use books and less decent school equipment. To the extent that the book only they sorry the word 'quoting from the trash' because for the funds there is less'. Sometimes I feel sorry for seeing my friend and giving out pencil loans, erasers and so on.

"Hello, my name is Tuti Lasmani. I moved from Pematang Siantar. Moved here because he joined the father who now lives in the Sriachie Palm Oil Plant."

"Hi Tuti!" Say my new friends.

"Ehh Tuti here Deket same as me"

"I don't want to be like the fireman, just like me." Say that friend I don't know.

"Hey children, let my mother choose the Tuti to sit. Tuti the name of Susilastepina. Call your mother 'Buk Sus' ya.." He said while holding my shoulder to convince her.

"Yes buk, my name is Tuti buk"

"Make acquaintance haha, you can just. Now you're sitting near the right side of mom who's almost the end of bench number two from behind ya." He pointed towards an empty, uninhabited bench.

"Have our class kids started?"

"Good buk!" Simultaneously my friends.

Buk Sus continued his duties as a teacher.

After the break, I met my next friend.

"What's your name?" Doubtful lips shaking acquainted.

"My name's Ica? greetings yes" We shake hands as a sign of greeting introductions.

Then I met my other friends and we played together. I do not want to snack like other friends because there is still using the magic that is Miang Bamboo or known as 'Racun Santau' and it usually topples a person and that can be from his ancestors yes want/at least they should be so because it has become their flesh and blood. There are also some of them who leave the black magic because it is forbidden by religion, do not believe in it and stay away from the shirk sciences.

"Son, what are you doing? you don't have pocket money, do you?" Said my teacher, who saw me sitting in front of the classroom door.

"Yes buk, said mamak in this area a lot of poison. Doesn't know, nothing seems strange." My plain speech.

"It's poison?" My teacher's mother was astonished by my statement.

"Yes buk,"

"Ehh Tuti this is a little money for you to snack on."

"Don't open it, I don't want to. I want to follow my mom. Sorry ya buk" While wean the money given Buk Sus.

Then right at my mom's pick up, my Teacher's Book called my mom. My mother and teacher are close.

"I'm sorry if I'm sassy, but why is Tuti loved by Jajan?"

"I'm sorry buk, I don't want to give you. Because most people PT here say if this area still use Poison Santau it buk. So I'm afraid my son is in people's poison. We are also new arrivals. Not mean how ya buk, sorry if my son talk his ngasal. Because yes also hope to understand still children, still unstable. He also likes to dig. So he's that."

"What a buk, I also hope to understand. But I was surprised why he didn't want that. That's why I love the snack he doesn't want" While Buk Sus put his hand on the chest while stroking in surprise maybe with the answer my mama and berkemilumnya."

Then I said goodbye to my Master and went home. Then my mama also explained if straightened because my speech was labile and innocent at that time.

.........

I went to school for 1 semester, and will be taking classes soon. That day is about to enter semester 2. But I had to move because it wasn't safe and mom and dad explained.

"Son, you don't have to go to school here. It's not safe here."

"Yes Mak, but I want to be here with Buk Sus as well. I don't want to leave my friends."

"Sorry son, you can't stay here. Here danger. Stay with grandma, do you know, son?" My mom convinced me to move out soon.

"But Mak.." I began to shed tears as if I was not sincere what happened more today.

"Never go to Tuti's grandma's place." My mama was crying to see me who was comfortable in that residence which was actually a lot of danger asking me.

The next day I went to school and got a holiday for taking care of my transfer papers.

"Look,.. " I cried embracing Buk Sus.

"Yes son? why cry?" Buk Sus called out to me while wiping my tears.

"Tuti wants to move buk, actually I do not want but all for the good of Tuti said mamak"

"Oalah Tuti, kangen ibuk later with Tuti" My teacher embraced me while crying because I was not willing to leave everything here.

"When did Tuti move?"

"The plan is this week buk, but actually Tuti is comfortable here. Tuti also apologized if Tuti was wrong to say or how" I reassured while holding the fingers of Buk Sus.

"Yes, son, diligently do the demands of knowledge and do not forget the mother of friends here also yes son" Buk Sus stroked my head and broke up the farewell.

"Don't cry anymore, when there is a meeting then there is a farewell. So Tuti remains strong yes, spirit although not ibuk anymore be walikelas tuk Tuti. I'm sorry I haven't been the best for Tuti." Buk Sus hugged me and I greeted the teachers there for parting later.

Next week I come to that class, but not in uniform but free clothes. Seeing my friend in class studying.

"Tuti ga sayuti same temen Tuti?"

"I'm embarrassed because I don't wear school uniforms."

"Ga anything. Make a memento of yuk. Let's take the guys out."

"Yes buk.." Then I called my friends who I was about to split up at that time.

"Eh Tuti? Where'd you go to school?" My friends flocked to me in amazement.

"I-I actually want to move so let's get Buk Sus out" I said with sadness.

"Kids, I'm calling you here because our friend Tuti wants to go to another school and move out of here."

"So you're not here anymore?" Firah said while crying

"Tuti don't go..." Jesi pulled my hand reluctantly letting me go.

"Actually I don't want to either, but there's something that makes me move" My gloomy look under my feet.

"Son, where there's a meeting there's a farewell. We let go, our friend moved, he was in school there to study again. Now we play the trains, yeah.."

We played with farewell. There I saw friends, teachers and even the headmaster was crying to see me separated. The memories I always painted in my deepest heart. I won't forget my good teacher 'Buk Sus'.

"Thank you for teaching me the knowledge, the closeness between teachers and students, friends and everything I will remember until the end of my eyes." My little heart says.

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