Kosan Dwellers?

PPL (Part 3)

"Be taught to go to China."

That's what the saying goes.

Yes, like us, PPL teachers who are studying at SMK Mandiri. You know, even though there we are teaching the real we are who share knowledge, but basically we are looking for knowledge. Educate senior teachers on how to teach well and become good teachers. Because you know, not all teachers are cool. Some people focus on learning again and again. Some use violence, otherwise make PR will be in jitak, wekekeek. Some like to punish students by running around the stadium Bung Karno 100 rounds. But believe me, they mean well. Who is lazy? There is even PR.

You guys are also BT, right? 😜

If you ignore PR or any task from the teacher, it feels the same as being ignored. The pain is there.

Yes there. Because here he does not receive pain. He wants to be happy. Wekekkeke 😆

Continue 👍

So, every day, we PPL teachers teach children according to their own lessons, and I teach Indonesian.

We who were still unyu-unyu, had to deal with the 2nd grade SMK children. Imagine, our bodies just lost big with them. Thank God they welcomed us well.

"Huuuuuuu huuuu huuuuu."

The sound of crying was heard, when Nike, one of the PPL teachers was teaching Mathematics in a class.

"Whose voice is that?" Nike reprimanding.

The children looked at each other, looking for who did it.

"Huuuuu huuuu huuuuuu."

The voice sounded again. The children looked at each other again. None of them felt like the doer.

"Uuuuu Uuuu Uuuuu."

His voice sounded again.

"Who's got the phone, get it out!" Nike rebuked again. He thought the voice was coming from the ringtone of the phone.

Because at that time it was the seasons of the ringtones of the voices of people crying, people laughing ngakak, people giggling. Yeah, maybe you can imagine what that sounds like.

But again, the children no one felt. Eventually, they left the class. The atmosphere is not conducive. The children knew that the voice came from an unseen 'he.

If it's like this, 'they' are really disturbing. 'They' mess with the minds of children who are focused on learning. Totally disadvantageous.

***

"What room is that?" I asked the kids at break time.

I asked them about an isolated room. In front of the door was already cross-marked using wood. And all around him have grown weeds that propagate.

We PPL teachers are always looking for gaps to be close to students there. Sometimes we would hang out together in the cafeteria. Sitting in a field under a tree talking about unimportant things. But the point is all that adds to the relationship of students with PPL teachers become increasingly familiar.

"Oh that's a toilet, ma'am," one of them replied.

"Used?" Ask wonder. How can it be used? It's like the former there are traces of everything.

"Yes mom. The toilet is unused" he replied.

Well it is similar to the former deh, if it is not used, be used.

"Oh so. Why not wear it?" I'm curious.

"So there used to be suicides there ma'am."

I'm shocked. Oh God, what I was thinking at the time wasn't the horror. But I thought of a reason why that kid could kill himself?

As long as High School/SMK children, their lives should be exciting. Their biggest problem may be just a piled up PR, a betrayed friend, and the severity of it may be a cheating girlfriend or even cut off. Aye right?

But when it comes to divorced parents, I can't comment. If this is the case, it may be true that the child's soul is really injured. For that if we are parents, please always be wise in doing. There are children who need intact parents 🙏

I thought again, was there a student who killed himself in the toilet?

Is it possible that he has been wandering around and disturbing other children?

Oh yes, FYI (For Your Information), whatever it is that people say there are ghosts, spirits that are not calm, to make the deceased person continue to appear, he said, I'm telling you, it's wrong.

All who live will die. And the dead man, his spirit has returned to his creator. So there is no term, his spirit is restrained on earth because there is unfinished business, and other blah blah.

If we ever see the spirit of a deceased person still wandering, it's just jin yaa. Jin who deliberately manifested as a fulan to reduce the level of our faith. About our belief that all who die his soul will return to its origin.

Faith means to believe.

So if we believe in the deceit of the jinn, the sign of our faith in God is questionable.

And of all the mysteries of the Self-SMS, I finally knew one thing, which was that there were students who had committed suicide in school.

***

That afternoon I had an extra lesson in one of the classes. I forgot because of what. But for sure, I teach when the other students are home. Only the remaining students will carry out extracurriculars in the main field.

As I said before, this school is very big. The class is layered like a layer cake. You guys know the sandwich, right? There are layers there.

Well, the Self-SMS is like that.

The first row, from the end contains the library then the classes, classes, classes. Second row, contains class, class, class. Third row, class, class, class, class. Fourth row, class, class, class.

So in one wing, there are four rows of buildings lined up. Not from the right wing. Not yet the back.

The point is, I was teaching left-wing classes, third row. Far away from the main field. The children deliberately chose the classroom so that the noise of other children from the field was not heard. And I agree. Upon entering the classroom, it feels quiet there. More precisely, gripping.

I entered the classroom whose tables were quite large compared to standard-sized tables in general. I went into that class like I was in a Dutch classroom.

The table and stool are large with a distinctive wood chocolate feel. Immediately I wrote the children's duties on the board. After that, I let them go to work. While I chose to sit in the backseat while assessing the work of the children this morning.

That afternoon the class filled only half of the number of benches. There are still many empty benches. I sat in one of them.

I looked at the students who were focusing on their duties from behind. Until a scent covered my nose.

I smell a fragrance that comes out of nowhere.

I got up on purpose, then went around the kids. I think one of them is using perfume until the smell is smelled up behind. But after I went around, the fragrance did not smell.

I sat back in the back seat. Faintly, the fragrance was smelled again until it got stronger. Okay fix yes. It's not an ordinary fragrance.

Soon I moved to sit ahead.

"What's up, Mom?" One of the students asked because I was walking rather quickly.

"It's okay. Continue the task!" I replied relaxed.

Though yaa. Who is not afraid if suddenly in broad daylight there is a fragrant aroma?