Bolang

last episode of SD

That day after school I , ni'am, jiteng and koko intend to go to the river .

That afternoon it was probably around 14:22 wib we headed to the bridge .

Yes, the bridge is used as the main access of the villagers in the eastern area of the river .

As usual we walked . Intentions just want to play around but there is something we see.

"Let's see there's antin". Jiteng.

Antin is a citizen of about 20th nan . Bongsor-bodied but mentally retarded . From there came the idea of gayak.

"Find dried banana midgets teng . We're working". My speech.

Without asking a lot of questions jitengpin looking for banana midribs that have been dry and then relaxed to look like snakes.

Slowly we approached the place where antin took a shower . Third count.....

"Year.... Snakes....". Excite us at the same time after the jiteng throw banana midribs into the water.

Just contact antin went up without wearing a thread . We immediately ran while spinning.

After the end of the event berjai antin the four of us went upstream of the river . Yes, a secret place where we often do SMACKDOWN.

"Woy... Where are you guys going ??". A grandfather called us .

Unsuspecting, we approached the grandfather.

"Nangka is dead . Take aja". Said the grandfather of the owner of the rice field.

Without the cue jiteng directly climbed there has not been 10 minutes jackfruit has fallen under the tree.

Then the grandfather split the right jackfruit was ripe.

Shit for me who is not at all pleased with jackfruit . Don't eat . Kissing the smell can make the head dizzy.

Embrace the idle intentions of my friends . Armed with jackfruit skin they chased me and intended to put it on my face to smell the scent .

I was lazy to kiss him and ran down the rice fields . And I was chased until we were all exhausted.

Tired of chasing us back to our original intentions . But before that we approached grandfather earlier .

"You want the jackfruit to say so . Don't miss . You are still small . I guess who's wrong". Said the grandfather.

We who do not feel NYOLONG also avoid the accusation of the grandfather.

"Bel . We are from the house of cake . Just came here to take a shower". My speech.

"It's boong deh . I am an old man . Where can you guys boongin . His ex is still there". Grandfather said while pointing to the middle of the rice field planted with peanuts.

The four of us just kept quiet because we did not feel guilty and finally we left the grandfather to carry out the afternoon ritual SMACKDOWN.

That day I had officially become a grade 6 Elementary School . As usual I was sitting next to my best friend Ni'am .

"Good morning to the children . Introduce me Ali syamsudin or you can call Mr. Ali . For the next year I'll be teaching your class ". Said Mr. Ali the class teacher .

After Pak Ali met us one by one diabsen . In addition to aiming to ensure all students present pak Ali was not fully acquainted with the 6th grade child who had just ascended .

After we were absent it was time to choose the class officer .

"Who wants to be class president ?". Ask Ali to all students .

For this I am very enthusiastic . Yes, I always had the ambition to be a leader . But unfortunately I have never been elected as class president .

Other than me . There is also a firm who raises his hand . Teguh was our former class president when we were in 5th grade yesterday and I was just the vice chairman .

After the haunting . Finally Mr. Ali chose me to be the class president . Yes, in addition to my achievements who never got rank 4 I was also considered able to lead this class later.

Long story short, my position as class president is very easy for me to play . And the first semester of 6th grade ended with my rapot that read the number 1 .

Proudly ? Yes I must be proud . This is the first time RISTI has lost to me . I usually only get 3/2.

Skips......

That day the 6th grade was empty because Mr. Ali had a meeting outside . All 6th graders went to SD 3 to challenge for the ball .

Without many babibu . We are carrying a squad of 30 children from class 6 and a little class 5 to SD 3.

As I thought . When we or the enemy lose the match . The game will definitely turn into a foot fight. I who position as a goalkeeper was not too worried . But I see across there the number of opposing team players seems to increase .

Although the reserves have all entered until my team is 30 people but we are still outnumbered . Game is heating up . Faizin the frontman of the class seemed to have been emotional and then pelted the opposing team using sand .

Contact all our players do the same thing until throwing each other is inevitable .

Sand throw that starts but the rod that ends . Until the glass of one of the opposing school classes was broken, we also scattered to leave the school.

I'm not worried about this . I know my friends are being chased by teachers from the next school . I casually hid in one of the houses under the pretext of asking for drinking water.

When the conditions are quite conducive . I also went out and went back home . That was the first time I brawled. Hahaha.

The next day I went to school as usual . What is unusual is the face of anger from our homeroom teacher .

Sure enough Mr. Ali called all 6th graders and asked about what happened yesterday .

Without a cover-up I answered all of Mr. Ali's questions honestly . Because none of the students dared to pray .

Finally because I'm the class president . I am encouraged to lead all the members involved in the incident to be punished .

Yups, we were punished by being told to respectfully in front of the flagpole until the break bell rang .

That day I finished the exam . All about me answering as best and as best I can . Well although there are many difficult questions but I still PD to get the best results .

After getting a less favorable result (i was in position 5). The holidays have arrived .

My mother has promised that if I am on vacation I will be circumcised . (How new is circumcision?) the tradition in my village is the best circumcision in the 5th - 6th grade because it will be brave enough to be circumcised .

That day I was my father (my mother's brother) and mother drove me to circumcision . Mother invited us to the place where the circumcision doctor just opened the practice a few weeks ago .

Because the distance is only 1 KM does not take long we reached the place we were headed .

We are still waiting for the queue because there are patients who want to be circumcised anyway .

I heard screams and cries from inside the circumcision room making me want to cancel my circumcision . I'm scared, yes even very scared . As I was about to run my dheku sir swiftly caught me.

Then when I entered the circumcision room, still held by my dheku sir we entered the room.

"Not to be afraid, not to hurt". Said the doctor .

I saw scissors and other circumcision tools there and what scared me the most was that the doctor was taking injections . (After I thought it turned out this was the beginning of gw phobia syringe . Although it used to be immunized, but the doctor was always a girl . Hahaha).

I screamed so loud and revolted as the doctor pointed the syringe at my buttocks . For not being able to make a revolt only tears came out soaking my cheeks .

I tried to hold back as hard as I could . But I'm still a kid . I kept crying even though the circumcision procession was over .

Upon arrival at home I was silent for a moment . A few moments later I was crying again . Yes, my job was just crying and crying until my mother felt very sad .

Long story short 3 days I still often manangis . Until my neighbors scorned me a lot.

"The time of the wayward child was circumcised" . And so forth .

I feel ashamed, but whatever power every time I remember my circumcision I still cry.

A week after I circumcised I was healed . That day was Wednesday 2, I still remember the day I waited the most2 because that day I will display the results of my study for 3 months .

Yups, today I want MBANCAH according to my village people . Mbangkaf is a competition for intelligence from children my age.

The tent and sound system are ready, am I nervous ? No, I never felt nervous, I was very excited because I would show my shrewdness reading the holy verses of the Qur'an.

I also feel like a bride, yes I am a nurse .

By the time Maghrib arrived, I had arrived at my madrasah school with my friends who would escort me home .

I was raised on a horse by the owner of the horse hired by my bundle . With a neat march and chanting sholawat prophet group walked towards my house.

The quiet and dark conditions of the streets forced all my friends to carry torches as lighting devices, be the torch convoy that night .

Arriving at my home, I was first greeted by my grandmother, a drinking ritual aimed at minimizing the nervousness of my heart.

With my grandmother and my bundle I headed for the available seats . After the MC signaled that it was time to read the short letters steadily I opened the book that read the short letters and their contents .

Without looking, I read the letter, I saw all my friends and family and neighbors listening to my chants carefully . But when I read it it means I see the book because it does not memorize .

With a boisterous applause and alfatihah acara reading was over . After the event is over, now is the time to capture this moment , yes, a moment that will not be repeated again throughout my life .

After the photo session after I changed clothes and went straight to my close friends who were still there .