Black Room

Character killer

Bad boys don't learn but that doesn't mean they're rude.

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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. No one expected me to go to class. Mischief and a lot of problematic grades in every subject made people predict I would stay in class. However, the effort and hard work to complete the remediation made the prediction miss.

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

"Engris is Indonesian" Sahutku and sat next to aldi.

"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. The swollen siraja is buk nit. Buk nit teaching indonesian lessons. We call buk nit siraja swollen because buk nit is pregnant. Buk nit is also one of the killer teachers at 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 just 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.

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

"Two of them" I said.

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 four.

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. At first it was buk nit who said that we would definitely not go up to class. But, we did not think too much about the words buk nit and still went in for the lesson.

And a week after that. It's rahmi's turn to say the same thing. Buk Rahmi also made sure we would not go to class. Since then suhaimi no longer want to enter the class and school only until dikantin tek rida. However, I kept going to class and proved that I could change and deserved to go up.

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

"Lola's brain is empty. Tidy diligently enter" replied aldi "When suhaimi even if entering class must be sleeping"

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. Basically, the teacher takes an assessment of the attitude and academic of the student. And Suhami is a student who has a problem with both. Suhaimi is a broken home. 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 arif

I'm nodding. Afdol and Nurfan are different local friends with me. They stayed in class and chose to move to a private school located in TanjungAmpalu. Afdol and Nurfan are also two lovebirds like me and suhaimi, the four of us often skip and choose futsal matches with other schools or our own seniors.

"Genji school" Jefri laughed.

"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 need to bother dealing with remedies" Invite ijep.

We laughed. MAM is a private school that has only been established in recent years. MAM is a shelter for children who live in the classroom. His students were not even a hundred. And the local is not as much as other formal schools.

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 a face spreading a smile.

"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. Start to cry" 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 sinta buk and 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" said 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.

"Look" Sahut hanif enthusiastically "While washing 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 guy again. I looked at the man standing next to the old pole beside 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 catch up with afdol and nurfan. There is also suhaimi. I played futsal and then went home.