A UNITY THAT CANNOT BE UNITED

THE SECRET FAN'S

The sound of clink of hand-held bells held by picket teachers is clearly heard calling all academic crews, whether they are students, educators or educational personnel.

the learners line up neatly according to the order of sex classification and class domicile. Ichi took a standing position in front, but he was not among the students whose body size was closest to the ground. His body height is about 160 centimeters and weighs 58 kilos, almost proportional.

The head of the madrasah, Ms. Vintje Labatjo stood in the middle of a row of educators and education personnel, staring at the rows of madrasah students.

The head of OSIM Madrasah Tsanawiyah Alkhairaat Buntulia emerged from a row of students. He applied the rules of equality in that the coordination of the student line. After that the head of the madrassa went forward giving brief directions and reminding the advanced level of abnaul alkhairaat so as not to forget the vision and mission of Alkhairaat as ever initiated by its founder, so as not to forget the vision and mission of Alkhairaat, Sayyid Idrus bin Salim al - Jufri.

After advising and doctrinalizing, the learners are then disbanded to enter their respective classes. Ichi stepped casually following his group of friends who scattered as if he was about to race into the gate of the first class.

Ichi arrived at his seat which was in front of it. Soon, a young man, dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt, dressed in a black trouser and peeking at his head entered the classroom. The students were silent and sitting in his place staring at the man.

The man then sat in his place.he was a 7A-class Guardian, of which Ichi was domiciled. Mr. Surahman Kadai, his name. his face is a bit cute like Aliyah students level 12 who will graduate eight months later.

"Assalamualaikum children." said Mr. Surahman with a smile while staring at the children built by his guardianship. "Who is absent today?" the man asked with his arms on the surface of the table, while connecting his fingers.

Ichi looked at the class leader, Silawati rose from her seat and revealed who the students who were absent on that day, either for reasons of illness or permission even without information. Mr. Surahman nodded at the report from the class leader.

"Well." said Mr. Surahman then straightened his body. "It so happens that today, the Indonesian student is still in a state of pain, so for a while I'm impaled." the man noticed the residents of his class. "Now, I just want to make sure that where do you understand the last material that was taught by him. Does anyone remember?" angled.

Learners partly look at each other. indeed no one will think, their classroom guardianship will check their understanding to get to things that are somewhat less trivial in their opinion.

Mr. Surahman stared at the entirety of his guardians, one by one. Ichi himself then just looked a little at Wafik who was also staring at him and then shrugged his shoulders.

Mr. Surahman sighed and exhaled a bit long and slowly. Pandemics have robbed children of the spirit to enjoy education. Even the last material their teacher taught had been lost without trace of their brain memory....

"Well.." said Mr. Surahman later. "Please open a public notebook. Today, we're going to study integrated Science."

There was a slight sound of complaining being heard. They can only do that, because if it sounds certain each of the voices of aspiration will prepare each side of his ear to be hired by Mr. Surahman because it is considered to contradict the orders of the teacher.

Mr. Surahman just smiled thinly and reached into his pants pocket to pull out a black ink Snowman marker and began writing three words on the triplex board. After that he kept his marker again and looked at the children.

"Can anyone spell it?" fishing Pak Surahman.

"Asam and Basa." said Ichi staring at the surface of the whiteboard written in the marker ink.

Mr. Surahman nodded. "Yes... Asam and Basa." he said affirming the sentence that Ichi had spelled. "Someone can answer what Acid is? or what is Basa?" the fishing line again looked at all the students.

Some of the students looked at each other again, hoping that one of them would be able to answer the man's question.

Since no one had heard of the lure, Mr. Surahman appointed one of the students.

"You, stand up." cried Mr. Surahman, "What is Acid?" ask the man.

"Uhmmmmmmmmm." murmured the student while pinching his own chin. "Asam... tamarind..yes, sour Mr. Master." said the student lightly.

The classroom was filled with laughter by the students. Mr. Surahman himself could only smile with annoyance and shake his head while clucking.

"The basis of your paracololo." said the teacher then looked again at the children. "Do you know better?"

Ichi took another breath and raised his hand. Mr. Surahman smiled. "alright... Please Adiratna."

Ichi mendehem for a moment and then explained, "Asam is linguistically derived from the Latin, Acetum, which means vinegar. while Basa comes from the Arabic vocabulary, Alkaliy, which means ash."

Mr. Surahman immediately developed both hands and showed a amazed face and then clapped his hands alone.

"Good.. good... excelent answer.." he said.

"Yes... that is in language.." said Mr. Surahman, "How is the meaning of Acid and Base in terminology?" angled. Because no one can respond to the lure, Mr. Surahman immediately told the students to record the understanding of the two substances.

"Acid is a chemical compound that produces a solution with a pH smaller than 7, if dissolved in water" said Mr. Surahman.

Maghfirah immediately interrupted while raising his hand. "Sir.... What is pH?"

"Acidity." replied Mr. Surahman.

Maghfirah furrowed his brows. Mr. Surahman nodded then looked at Ichi. "Get you explain to your friend, what is acidity?"

Once again Ichi sighed and then got up to step towards the front of the class. The girl reached out to Mr. Surahman to lend him her marker.

Mr. Surahman reached into his pocket again removing the marker and handed it to Ichi. The jilbaber then drew a scheme on the whiteboard while the other students noticed it.

After drawing the scheme, Ichi turned to look at the science maple teacher and his friends in turn. "I myself do not understand why the measuring unit is written with the letter 'pH'. which is clear. pH is the unit of measurement used to determine how acidic or basic a solution is." said Ichi.

"Good Adiratna.." praise Mr. Surahman then let Ichi back to his place. Mr. Surahman then looked again at Maghfirah.

Akmal pointed to the number seven on the scheme. "Sir... Why is pure water placed on the number seven?" ask the young man.

"It is already a provision of international agreement on the concept of pH" replied Mr. Surahman. "If the solution is known to be below seven degrees it is called an acidic solution, while if it passes the number 7.0, it is determined as a basic solution..."

"Which sir?" todong Akmal again.

"Although it is actually a pH scale, it is not an absolute scale" Mr. Surahman replied in a soft voice. "How to measure the pH of a solution can use a tool such as litmus paper, pH meter or also Universal Indicator Paper."

Mr. Surahman stared again at most of the students who showed confused faces. The man sighed then raised his index finger for a moment asking for time to show the object. The man walked out of the class. The goal is the laboratory.

Ichi then felt the desk drawer to pick up his bag, but he felt the touch of something that seemed to be included in the drawer. He grabbed it and then took it out to make sure.

In the hands of the girl who grew, there appeared a hairpin with a decoration of a model of one of the action figures of one of the famous films. Ichi's brows furrowed for a moment then cast his gaze back at all his friends who were dissolved in dialogue with his partner.

Who inserted this thing here??????

The eyes of the jilbaber squeaked inconstantly, watching and observing the look of all the faces of his classmates. Ichi while reading the physiognomy of his friends.The investigation is not complicated because Mr. Surahman appeared again carrying some yellow paper.

The students stared at the object that Mr. Surahman carried and exposed on the surface of the table. The man then explained the thing he was carrying.

"This is what is called the Universal Indicator Paper" replied Mr. Surahman. "This function can accurately ascertain how acidic or basic a solution is." The man looked at the students again. "In addition to the characteristic form of Acid-Base, these two solutions are also corrosive, meaning that they can damage and destroy other objects through chemical processes, also conductive (electrical conductors)."

The next learning process is done in practice. Each student is given the opportunity to prove some known solution as an acid solution or a basic solution. Ichi was not interested in doing the experiment. He had done it occasionally with his father when he visited for his holidays.

At Nine, the lesson was completed and replaced by Mr. Djafar. He is a teacher who empowered the subjects of the History of Islamic Culture and Tarikh al-Islamiyyah.

The learning at that time was about the da'wah strategy carried out by Prophet Muhammad Shallahu Alaihi Wasalam when he was in Yatrib (Madinah). After giving a brief material about the response of the Quraysh and some Christian and Jewish tribes to the Islamic da'wah movement developed by the Prophet Muhammad SAW, Ichi suddenly raised his hand.

Mr. Djafar looked at the girl. Waduh, this Little Perverted again. What are some of the confusing questions he wants to ask? Hopefully not something bad....

"Yes, Please Adiratna.." said Mr. Djafar with a calm face but anxious feelings.

Ichi sighed for a moment, looked at some of his friends' faces then looked at Mr. Djafar and asked a question.

"How do you think.." fishing rod Ichi then look again the face of his friends and again observe the facial water of the teacher of history, "What do you think, if in fact the prophets are just a group of schizophrenics, and again he looked at the face of the teacher of history, "What do you think, being called the revelation, is actually just the impact of mental disorders?" the girl then folded her hands on her chest.

Instantly the commotion returned to the classroom. Utomo immediately stood up and pointed his index finger at Ichi. His face implied an immediate anger that he wanted to vent.

"ichi! If you want to ask a question, just be light! why are you asking such a thing? Do you think Prophet SAW is only a sufferer of mental illness?!" reprimand Utomo loudly.

Without getting up from his chair, Ichi looked at Utomo. "Before you vent your anger, think from a different point of view!" ichi Reply.

Utomo could only growl angrily as Mr. Djafar calmed the young man down. Long time also Mr. Djafar staring and trying to dive into the mind of the girl. He finally answered it.

"The father answered only as necessary. Prophet Muhammad SAW does not have the potential to lie like that because he has no such motivation. If not, then of course the religion of Islam that we embrace will not survive so far" replied Mr. Djafar. The man approached and bowed slightly in the direction of Ichi, bringing his face closer. This time his voice was a bit shaky. "Later on, we'll discuss it more specifically."

The man then re-enforced his body and began to explain again his da'wah strategy and goals in the da'wah program in Yatrib. The essence of the material is how the Prophet improved the economic life of Muslims.

"What is the setting for the establishment of the Islamic market?" lure Mr. Djafar again.

Ichi raised his hand. Mr. Djafar nodded. "Yes, Adiratna?"

"The background of the establishment of the Islamic market was caused by the sexual harassment of two Jewish traders against a Muslim buyer" said Ichi, "One of the Islamic men defended the woman and there was a fight. The hypocrites then incited the spread of tribal sentiments that almost made civil war among the people of Medina. It is on this basis that the Prophet established a special market for Muslims."

Mr. Djafar looked at Ichi and smiled to himself. You can be an historian too...

The teacher looked at the class. "Well, now you're looking for the background of the Badr war."

The next activity is filled with exploration. Mr. Djafar does not mind children carrying devices, as long as they are not used for useless things.

The lesson was completed at eleven. Children are then welcome to get ready to perform Dhuhur prayer at the pesantren mosque. It's located southwest of Class 7A.

Some learners have already left the classroom, leaving behind Ichi and Fadila. The girl turned around.

"Dil... You feel like you saw someone who occupied my bench before?" ask Ichi.

Fadila furrowed her brows. "Lho's? Didn't we both eat dikantin earlier?"

Ichi. There is a time lag between his first arrival in the classroom with his presence with Fadila in the canteen in front of the road butas halua SIS al-Jufri (a street name typical of Alkhairaat organization).

it means that someone entered and inserted that thing, right in the liminal gap between my appearance in the classroom and my presence with Fadila in the canteen.

Fadila had left Ichi alone in her lap. The girl's eyebrows continued to wrinkle and occasionally lifted up on their own.

Who is that guy???? []