Longsuffering

Simple Traces

I chose a simple thin line

smile with plain eye color

scraping the pleasure of the heart

that today is quite simple

Bandung, Wita - Rani - Adhis

Always think positively, direct all available energy, learn all possibilities and do with a smile. No matter how time so stretched his power to continue to penetrate every end of his life, We must not give up.

The school that he first attended 4 years ago became the antidote to his pain. Still stored in memory, his best friend Rani visited Wita's house at that time after he got the news that Wita had completed his S1 study.

“Wit, said you have finished college?, what are your next plans?” definitely not married like him. Rani thought with certainty.

“who is definitely not a marriage”

Kaan bener tuh.

“it looks like I want to work Ran, baby dong my diploma if you have to room in closet” candanya.

“afraid where to go?”

“ada, many”

“mau to capital?”

“ah no Ran, that city is the only city I avoid the most. You know right?”

“okey, who has not been able to move on” said Rani.

“please Ran don't start yet, I've started to improve nih”

“hahahaha. okay okay! I have vacancies. The school where I work is calling for teachers. Yeah, just a teacher. The salary is not much. But you know donk.. my school elite school salary will be quite good, compared to the teachers in other private schools” Rani's boyfriend with confidence.

“deuh who has come narcissism”, replied Wita does not believe in the habits of the friend who still likes to share the same old days.

He had planned not to waste time. Work is his main goal. Whatever it is, as long as it can concern itself. Spending all his mind to forget, yes.forget what he had long forgotten until he had to be as strong as his energy to forget again.

Deciding to work in this city is the right choice. Getting offers to work in various cities and companies he often got, even since he was in college. But returning to his hometown was his main goal. Accompanying his beloved mother and sister, he must begin to pay attention to the elderly mother, and again he does not have to prepare all mental steel to face all the worst possibilities, meet Vishnu.

“Wita Maharani, S.Psi, meaning psychology major right?” Ask an old mother who is full of charisma and dominates the room.

“right bu”

“looking from the profile you attached here, you have good competency. What is the biggest reason why you applied to this school? I think there are other places that are faster and expect people like you” Tanya bu Tarmin echoes trying to explore what is behind the figure of Wita applying to her secretary.

“i am very interested in the vision and mission this school has, my best friend Rani works here. He explained a few things about this school, and I am very interested”.

“like?”

“active communication with parents against child's growth and development. And I have another offer about this, for the development of this school, the development of education for early childhood of course”.

A little convincing assertiveness, leading Wita to spirit and totality in his steps called natural sincerity. Teaching, educating and loving. I don't know what was in Wita's mind, until he decided to keep going, coloring his life with the song of a child, crayon graffiti, lego arrangement, scattering dolls, and so on, and a joyful laughter called the kindergarten of the Gemintang Dewun.

Today, is the 4th week of Wita observation classes located to the west of the school playground area, slightly away from the room. Wita has currently set the schedule of his visit to the Gembira class since 3 days ago. Because he could be assured that the previous class observation had been sufficient.

The atmosphere of the Gembira class was calm, the class of 15 students was accompanied by a teacher who was telling a story in front of the class. You know, one more place, thought Wita in the heart. He decided to spread his eyes across the classroom. Bu Jiska was accompanying the fat and adorable boy, staring at the window with a soft-sounding cry. Oh. it's worth it Lastri in front of himself.

“why?”

“mau to momynya Bund”

“Mau to momy.. want to momy” whine the child while looking at the window

“have long liked to cry gini? Ato Just today?” Ask the teacher.

“from first time entered bun” school

Whahuh? this means that for several weeks, this one student has not felt the comfort of school?. Wita sighed, did not stop thinking it had been 3 weeks of school he never got any reports about his protege this one.

“maaf Bunda Wita, Bagas does like to cry throughout being in class, but if the time to rest and play outside the classroom his crying subsides” as if to know the anxiety of Wita, Jiska explained with regret.

“when break time is over? How?”

“nangis again Bun” Jiska looked down while stroking the head of Bagas who continued to cry, until his eyes appeared red and swollen.

“hai handsome Bunda Wita want acquaintance donk”

“mau pahaang... heuheuheuhue.. mau lahaang” did not answer Bagas instead cried indifferently.

“eh.. mother Wita would like to take a walk outside the class, would you like to come?”

“heuheu..” cries Bagas slowly sluggish.

“mauuu.

Glanced at Jiska with a smile and a nod of the head of a code to let her take Bagas out. Jiska nodded and smiled.

Being in the school playground, Bagas looks calm. He occasionally plays games. Then it ends with bemain plasticine with Wita. From a distance, he saw Sarah running towards him.

“Mother Wita, sorry! Can go to class Cheers first” Sarah gasps.

“ada what?”

“Mother Zahra pity bund”

“oke, drop Bagas”

Soon he decided to go to Mother Zahra's class, the Cheerful class.

His eyes were shocked when he was in front of the classroom door, he saw Zahra with a messy veil, even sure his hair and half his head were visible. Zahra's reddened face held back tears and anger. While Mother Fitri held a child who thrashed with tears and an unclear voice.

While the other children must be accompanied by Mother Wiwit, the next class teacher. The little white girl was taken, carried by the child even though the child's body continued to wriggle and scream. Wita's veil was pulled tight. But Wita kept stepping out.

“Mother Fitri follow me” invite Wita to Uswah.

The boy kept screaming and thrashing.

“whose name are you beautiful?”

“haaaaa.. haaaa..

“oke Adis join mother Wita play air yuuuk”