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Day passed . I have now entered semester 2 of class 5 hr .

As a child as it should be . I spend more time playing with my friends . A lot of silly things we did together .

Like one day our village was just after rain . Me and my friends head upstream of the river . We made a raft of banana trees for us to use to wade the river downstream or out of the village .

Banana trees that have been cut down by their owners are our main target . We put together a banana tree using wood made pegs .

We made a raft large enough to accommodate 6-7 children. Then using bamboo as a raft steering we drove.

There are 2 rivers, namely kali kulon and kali etan. Kali kulon flows faster than kali etan . But for depth times etan is far superior.

We prefer kali kulon because with a fairly swift current we can go fast.

In the morning like my activities I should go to school . Today we have a selection from class 4 - class 6 . The selection held is the selection of tartil qur an and prayer .

Actually, the religious teacher at my school there is only 1 therefore to shorten the time pak ali (6th grade teacher) and pak sudiman (secretary) . He also helped mommy as a religious teacher.

One by one the students are selected up to 4th class leaving 2 children. From grade 5 leaves 3 children and from grade 6 leaves 6 children . We were all re-selected by bu siti .

Until the eve of the dzuhur adhan or time to go home . Ms. siti decided that me and risti would represent our school in the sub-district.

Alhamdulillah since childhood I was taught religion by my mother . Even when I was in 5th grade all the readings in prayer can be memorized except the qunut prayer.

Finally the bell went home from school . All the students headed to their homes.

Before me and risti go home . We were ordered by bu siti to go home after ashar to hone again the ability of tartil quran . Risti and I just said "sediko dawuh bu guru.

Maybe I could be said to be the less fortunate of all my friends . Because there is no vehicle I walk to the house bu siti . Distance about 1 km I traveled to honor the name of my school.

To walk the highway I'm pretty embarrassed if people notice me . I feel inferior because when my friend2 can walk on a motorcycle with their parents . I only have legs that I rely on to cover the distance.

To minimize the people who see me I decided to go through the rice fields . I know this road twists so that the distance gets further . But to me mending a little far away as long as rarely seen.

I arrived at the house of the lady . I saw Risti just getting ushered in by her father . Envied ? Yes I was so envious to see that because of my age that I have not yet seen my father's face.

"Assalamualaikum". I said hello to the lady who wants to find risti.

"Waalaikum salam . What a coincidence . Come on let's go in". Say bu siti .

Ristipun and I rushed to kiss the hand of the lady alternately .

Ms. Siti does have a gentle person . With a burning spirit I also pay attention to what bu siti taught .

We were taught about idzhar . Idgham . Idgham billaghunnah and others. It is all the law of reading the Quran .

Not felt 2 hours long we learned the clock showed at 17:17 wib . Mom ended the lesson and I went home.

After a week, Risti and I got an extra religious lesson from bu siti . Now is the time to face the fight .

I don't know how many tens of schools in one sub-district that follow this race . Until the mosque court in front of the KUA office was crowded by participants and by a companion teacher .

With a black koko suit and a blue-and-white plaid motof holster I confidently fully entered the mosque hall .

All participants are ready to compete as much as possible .

I got the number 7 draw while the risti who was across there either got the number draw .

Yes, the race held separately between male and female participants makes me a little nervous because there is nothing I know at all .

While I wait for the turn number . I was chatting with a kid my age who was sitting next to me .

She is a child rifai from SD n 5 xxxxxxxx . Small and short stature makes him more worthy to be a student of class 3 sd .

"Are you ready ?". Ask the committee .

"God willing". Say steady.

Yes, if it's like this, I can't avoid it anymore . Ready not to be ready I have to be ready and my heaviest burden is that I hold my school self-esteem.

At first I was told to show prayers . Starting from takbiratul ikhram to salam .

In a loud voice I read every reading in prayer . No one is missed . There was only a slight slip on the final tasyahud and it was not a serious problem .

After performing the prayer . Continue with tartillun quran . With a different committee I faced this race with a bit of nervousness .

I do not deny if my nervousness is caused by the many people who are witnesses of this race. From the participants to the accompanying teacher and the committee .

With nervousness reaching the top I keep trying as much as possible to read ali imron's letter which became a contested letter .

I'm just used to reading short letters a little clumsy so it can't be as good as other friends.

Short story assessment has been determined .

"Good . Now I read the winner of the prayer competition this time".

"Ahmad rifai from SDN 5 xxxxxxxx gets the 3rd champion". Pantia speech then accompanied by applause participants .

"For the 2nd champion there is aris sasongko from MIN xxxxxxxxxxxx". Continue committee.

"The 1st champion fell on..... Andika Syahputra from SDN 2 xxxxxxxxxx". Said committee .

I was surprised at how he made it . Between happiness and disbelief, but this is the result I got for my hard work so far.

"For the competition tartillun qur'an as champion 3 falls on Andika Syahputra". Saying committee.

Yes, I was a little disappointed because I only got 3rd place in tartil qur'an . But this is all I can get for my school.

Lady and Mr. Ali who accompanied us still showed his pride to me and risti because this is all we can offer .

After the submission of gifts in the form of a notebook and sequential books and stationery we went home.

It turned out that we did not go straight home unless bu siti took us to the meatball stall that was terminal .

Yups, you know . Old meatballs were a luxurious meal that I rarely tasted . It was so happy to be me then.

Long story short we have reached the school . Although KBM is still going on I and Risti are allowed to go home first.

Without much question I also slide home with a gift from the race committee and my guru2.

"Where are you lombanya ? Win ?". Ask grandma.

"The Mbah . Just a 3rd champion". My speech.

"You're the malesan of learning . Even in the afternoon school you rarely go in". Continue grandma.

Afternoon school is a school in the ibtidaiyyah madrasah that teaches the deepening of the religion of Islam . People in my village often call it afternoon school because KBM is held in the afternoon - afternoon.

"Next you if circumcision must be mbengbengap ya". Imbuh grandma .

"Comeya nek". Answer me

Mbengap is a term for the thanksgiving of circumcision combined with the reading of short letters ranging from ad duha to alfatihah. In addition, the mediator of the circumcision is accompanied by riding a horse and friends madrasah lined up neatly behind