Black Room

Naughty boy

Bad children are learning less but that does not mean immoral and insolent.

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The semester break is over. I was finally able to sit in the third grade after finishing the exhausting remediation. Nando and I walked from the cafeteria to the school. Aldi, Jefri, arif, and hanif were sitting in front of the computer lab. They are my old friends.

"Jeez, dikan. Finally got to class too" Gurau Wisif after seeing me.

I smiled kissed.

"Anything red?" Hanif asked who got up from his seat.

"English in the same language as Indonesia"

"The same cave is also red in Indonesian" replied Hanif.

"Sama" said arif.

"Gua too" aldi also said.

"Especially the cave" Ijep also voiced.

Aldi laughing. "Emang terribly tuh the king swollen" said aldi

"Yes tuh, siguru fierce" Sahut arif.

"Ehhh, cave yes" Hanif said "Cuman stay UH-3 aja again ngak also be given complete" The bridge shook his head

"Emang tuh siraja swollen not have compassion" Aldi chimed in.

We all laughed. Siraja swollen is an Indonesian teacher that is buk nit. Buk nit is pregnant because that's what we call siraja swollen. Buk nit was one of the killer teachers at my school. Equally those who diligently enter the nit buk fierce, especially to me who rarely enter and often miss school.

"Suhaimi no more school?" Ask arif.

I shook my head. Suhaimi is my classmate. We often unplug in lessons to play futsal. And even if we go to class we would choose to sleep rather than listen to boring lessons.

"So soon talk about buk nit ya suhaimi do not want more school?" Ask arif.

"What's buk nit?" hanif is doubtful

"Do not know, buk nit what rahmi dik?" arif.

"Two of them" I'm lazy

I remember Suhaimi being so tragic when I told her the story. Suhaimi is my best friend, a friend who feels one heart and soul to me. In this second grade, I spent more time at school with suhaimi. Where I am there is suhaimi. If Suhaimi does not enter the class, it means I will not enter the class either. Suhaimi and I are so close. Until many teachers regret for uniting us in the same locale.

Actually almost all teachers at school doubted me and suhaimi to be able to go to class. But buk nit and buk rahmi who convey his complaints and dislikes openly. Our academic values and attendance at school are polemics among teachers. When I received the report card in the third semester, I only finished math and sports. Suhaimi is just a sport. And our presence was equally absent as much as 69 days without explanation. Hahaha indeed passed my delinquency and suhaimi. But me and Suhaimi have promised to change in semester two.

"No problem. There is still a second semester to change and improve" I said after reporting.

"Well, we have to go to class and graduate" Greeted with encouragement.

After the semester break. We started the school with ambition and change. We're determined to always get in and never miss school again. But buk nit and buk rahmi with different times and days doubted and broke our spirits.

"Suhaimi and will be free to enter the class, you will also not go to class. So you better sit on the canteen or play futsal, obviously it's the pleasure of kaliian" said buk nit presumptuous just because me and suhaimi whispered while he was explaining.

Me and Suhaimi were clumsy, quiet and tense. Class is silent for a moment. Anyone who dares to answer will have problems. And no student would dare. Because the courage to argue with buk nit will only be a problem. Buk nit is too hard, looks arrogant in the eyes of students.

"It's only for you to come in if you don't listen to my lessons. Come out. Than you guys here interrupt the lesson"

Suhaimi and I remained silent. Suhaimi stared out the window with her hands ready on the table. While I'm looking forward not kemata buk nit. Because I'm also afraid of making mistakes from people who are firm but hard like buk nit.

Buk nit was seen walking our shirt, I ventured to stare at the face of buk nit. He kept walking and now it was right in front of me.

"Come out, you can make sure you don't go to class" said Buk nit.

Suhaimi and I remained silent. Suhaimi was still looking at the window and his hands were ready on the table. Suhaimi must be maso bodo about buk nit. He won't answer. It's buk nit. Maybe, answered will prolong the problem.

"Not buk. We also want to learn buk" Please

"Free" Welcome the hard nit buk "Suhaimi. Come outside"

Suhaimi turned her gaze to the nit buk. I saw the gaze of buk nit so keenly.

"You're not going to go up in class" said buk nit presumptuous.

I saw that Suhaimi had twisted her waist to take her bag. Get ready to step outside. I stood up and carried my bag stepping out first from Suhaimi.

But the word buk nit is not too we respond. Furthermore, buk nit is indeed known to be a fierce and hard teacher. And we only discuss about the nit buk with babble that becomes laughter.

Then it was rahmi's turn to say almost the same thing. Buk Rahmi is our economics teacher and our homeroom teacher. Buk rahmi also became the guardian of the Suhaimi class in tenth grade. While I am a teacher of history buk ade fadilah.

As hard as buk nit drives us away, we can still laugh with a vengeance, cursing an oath to buk nit. We joke by pleading guilty to the anger of buk nit. Not with rahmi's book. He drove out the Suhaimi for no reason.

Buk rahmi in fills the fourth hour. After three hours of studying history with the host pack(GuruPL). We say hello to sending buk rahmi sitting in the teacher's chair. Initially it was running with a chat discussing material last week. Then divide the locale into several groups. Buk rahmi has determined the head of each group. Fegi noted that the group was divided into four with the chairman who had been chosen.  Twenty 21:4 students with one group of six. The student 22.

"Ah, no name lu nsi" Whispered me

Suhaimi was silent. As usual, he will be indifferent.

"Oh, suhaimi doesn't have a buk group yet" I explained to help suhaimi.

Local rowdy with whispering voice. I looked at suhaimi. His movements began to fidget. His anger was fighting in his mind. And I wonder why only suhaimi?

"Better suhaimi sleep at home. Instead of every day nipu parents" said buk rahmi by continuing to open the sheet of his book in the night.

I want to laugh. I can't hide my laughter. Suhaimi smiled, showing her teeth.

"Gaek suhaimi ibuk. He hopes that suhaimi school can be a smart person. But in fact suhaimi is getting stupid"

Suhaimi started to want to step outside. The class kept whispering.

"Suhaimi also will not go to class even though suhaimi entered" said buk rahmi lancang.

Since then, she no longer wants to go to class. Suhaimi went to school only until the canteen tek rida. He said his heart was bland to meet at school.

"Let's say, the cave is smarter than the teacher" Suhaimi's alibi, who became a laughing stock.

And I feel awkward living my days at school. I usually always suhaimi. The disdain for my friendship with suhaimi often made it burdensome for me to enter class.

"But lola why she can go to class, lola's brain is also empty" asked nando

"Lola's brain is empty. Tidy diligently entered" Aldi replied "When suhaimi if entered the class must sleep"

They all laugh. Suhaimi is indeed among the students who are less clever. In addition to slackers suhaimi also known difficult to understand the lesson despite listening though. In the end, the teacher takes an assessment of the student's attitude and academics. And Suhami is a troubled student in both.

"Suhaimi is a broken home family. Educating him should be soft. Cannot be crushed. The more he gets bullied the more he fights" said buk ida when I told him suhaimi was no longer in school. Buk ida is a math teacher who is known to be kind in the eyes of students. And buk nit or buk rahmi, without them knowing, the way they educate suhaimi has killed the character of suhaimi.

"If afdol and nurfan move up to MAM, right?" Ask ariff to me.

I'm nodding. Afdol and Nurfan are classmates who live and change schools. Local afdol and nurfan are adjacent to my local. Afdol and Nurfan are also two lovebirds like me and suhaimi, the four of us often skip and choose a match with another school or our own seniors.

"MAM is a genji school" Aldi exclaimed.

"Genji school??" jefri said with laughter.

"Yes, genji school" Sahut aldi "Masuk ngak enter will still pass" he said.

"Enak also yes school there" replied ijep amazed.

"Yaudah just move there jep" Ledek arif

"Yes, nando, we went to school there. No fuss* same remedy" Invite ijep.

We laughed. MAM is a private school in the Tanjung Ampalu area that has only been established in recent years. MAM is a shelter for children who live in the classroom.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. The sound of a motorbike was heard approaching and parked not far from where we were sitting. The batik-clad woman came down and faced kekami with an astonished face.

"Buk" Sapa arif.

"Yes wise" said the woman and walked into the office.

"Who is it" asked aldi who was still staring at the woman's back.

"Sintya buk. Master PL geography" answered arif.

"Bahenol her" Aldi was amazed to see the woman's body.

"That delicious wiehhh is shaken" Continued the new inspiration.

"Yahhh, ilham. Started negative" My cheek.

"You are a perverted brain" said aldi, patting the forehead of inspiration. Inspiration grimaced in pain. Ilham and aldi are chasing each other. Aldi and inspiration one local with me in tenth grade. Aldi and ilham are often joking teachers as they do now.

Strangely enough, some of the students of STKIP PGRI chose the practice at my school. Last year there was a buk defni that I always met with suhaimi every lesson. There was also a synthetical buk and a debi buk when I was in tenth grade. Arif told me about the synthetical buk. Sintya buk is a native of the sibusuk field. The PL teacher at my school this year was six people, five women and one man. And that guy is the crazy buk boyfriend.

"I don't think I'm learning today" I asked.

"No" replied Hanif.

"Most meeting teachers compose lessons and local"Taught arif.

Ijep and nando hope to get the homeroom they want. At least no longer buk rahmi, buk det, or buk nit that they are so afraid of. Aldi and inspiration were seen walking towards us.

"Ehhh yuk streets. Look junior, who knows if anyone's interested" Invite aldi.

"Beautiful first-class kids now" continues the inspiration.

"Well" Sahut hanif "Wash your eyes" he continued.

We stood up and prepared our way towards the ten-grade local that was mos. Someone shouted to me from behind. The man's face was less clear from a distance.

"Dikan" Call the man who is standing next to the old man next to the lab. The man waved his steps and told me to approach him.

"What?" I answered after approaching him.

That guy's got my junior. "Call afdol and nurfan in montela" he said.

"Oh yes" I answered. I saw that my friends were no longer in front of the lab. I went to camp to play futsal.