Longsuffering

What's up, Son?

Let's play a role

Coiled friendly at the point of falling and stuffy

-Wita

Bandung, Wita-Aphis

This morning Wita will start his activities at school in accordance with the plan he has made carefully. The whole agenda of the meeting and the meeting he decided to postpone. The needs of her students are now her priority. Bagas problem the other day had found a bright spot. The treatment given to Bagas can be done easily by the classroom teacher. During this week, Bagas showed good progress. He was beginning to accept the new atmosphere and situation. His activities at school have begun to be accepted with comfort. Although occasionally Bagas will show his tension when the mama say goodbye in the morning upon arrival in his favorite class.

But one thing is very unfortunate Wita. During this week, the strategy that Wita made in order to deal with a beautiful girl named Adhis did not produce results. When entering the class Adhis will show the spirit of four-limbs. Enter with full confidence, a cheerful cheerful heart and a smile more than four fingers wide. With his friendly and carefree mother Adis confidently entered the Cheerful class. Even when his mother say goodbye, then Adhis will steadily give him greetings and kisses farewell and scatter towards the teacher or his classmates and play together.

So, where is the problem?. On Monday at exactly 8 Adis pinched his friend while listening to a story with Bu Fitri. The friend cried and complained about the work of the Adis pinch to the teacher. He asked Adis to speak by the teacher and asked why Adis pinched his friend. Adis then went berserk and pulled the veil of his friend with anger. “Fahira jahaaat” shouted Adis that day. It took about an hour to cry. The drama of Adis's crying did not stop there. At exactly 11 pm Adis returned to tears with the tantrum of throwing books, crayons, dolls in his class. What cause? Classic affairs for child affairs, scrambling toys.

On Tuesday, at eight-thirty Adis bit his friend's leg as his class played motoric physiques in the front garden of the class. Lho-lho, playing outside, it bites up stray to a friend's foot?. Inevitably for Wita, Adis is indeed very unique. Of course the friend cried so much, because Adis' bite really left a blue mark. The teacher with a heavy heart must communicate the incident to his parents. Mamah Adis apologized to the friend who had been the target of Adis' anger that day. Fortunately the victim's mother understood and did not make it a big problem. “gak nothing mamah Adis, his name is also children”, replied the friend Adis.

Wednesday, at ten or less fifteen minutes Ridwan classmate Adis must accept the fact if his forehead becomes bumpy. The work of Adis. What the hell is going on?. The beam throw landed right on Ridwan's forehead as Adis and his group played in the beam area. Come on Adis, what else is this?. Beams triangular shape or called by limas it becomes the scramble Adis and Ridwan. “aku who first took” whine Ridwan. “aku mauu, it's got me” cried Adis. O Allah Adiiis, plisss dooonk. The teacher muttered while stroking his chest.

On Thursday, at eight o'clock the roar of Sisi's cry sounded echoing. Not only Sisi a, the deadly duet Sisi-Adis this time adds boisterous atmosphere of the class Cheerful. Fitri, the teacher to the point of requiring to bring thirteen children of his other students outside the classroom. Studying in the school gazebo became an emergency decision at that time. While Sisi and Adis, being pacified by Zahra. Adis pushing hard Sisi lined up in front. “akuu first in depaaaan” shouted Adis. Sisi is not like other Adis friends. Sisi pulled Adis's veil with anger, grabbed Adis's hair that had not worn the veil. Quickly Adis clawed the smooth face of Side. What an incredible scene!.

On Friday, Wita decided to visit the class Ceria. Greeting Adis who last week did not meet him. Picking guava fruit becomes the last meeting between Adis and Wita. “assalamu’alaikum” greeting Wita while on the door leaf class ceria. The sister who was sitting praying with her friends turned to the door. Immediately Adis ran towards Wita who was still upright standing in front of the classroom door. He hugged Wita tightly. “Mother itaa, I kangeeen” whine Adis to the teacher who he had been waiting for his presence since yesterday.

“eh Adis how are you?, mother also misses. Let's pray first!” take Wita to Adis. Adis did not heed Wita's request. He hugged Wita's leg. How touched Wita, found the child who became the prima donna of emergency meeting yesterday with his two teachers. Just like her, Adis is a child who needs help. Holding all the emotions in the chest. If only, he was born the same as Adis, maybe he would choose the same path as Adis did today. THE REBELLION!.

Wita lowered her body parallel to Adis, stared fixed Adis with both brown eyes. “verdea yuk, Bunda Wita temenin”. Choosing to be the seat of Adis at this time, Wita gave a code of fine to both Adis teachers in the class. Let Adis sit on his lap, if that is what makes the child comfortable, calm down!.

Intending to observe Adis during the learning in class, find things that trigger various events that have occurred so far with Adis, but in fact Adis does not want to go down a single inch from the lap of Wita. Then..

Tininite..

“halo, assalamu’alaikum,…. Owh Iyah well my ma'am to there sekerang”.

“Mother Zahra, can hold first Adis for a moment! I was asked to his room bu chief”.

Adis still not flinching. He even refused all out Zahra's invitation at that time. Although in the end Wita can go to see his superior who was waiting for him earlier but Adis still cried unwillingly teacher trcinta left him. “bunda Wita promise to return again yes, not long ko” promised Wita on Adis shortly before leaving.

“bunda Wita, in November there will be a training held by the Institute of Child Development Studies in collaboration with the Ministry of Education and Corporate Social Responsibility from various well-known companies in Indonesia. I have to make sure of this from now on. This class is very dear if we miss, because the participants present are the participants of choice. For the city of Bandung, our school is chosen, and only one name we can submit. The point that can join this class is only one person. I really hope you can represent our school.”

“of course Mother Tarmin, this is a golden opportunity for us. I see from the presenters all competent. There is even Kak Setyo as well, wah will pull this bund” seloroh Wita with enthusiasm.

“but, this is the place in Jakarta Bunda Wita”.

DEG

For a moment his hand shook. Sigh a little and convince yourself. It's okay Wita, isn't it after yesterday's incident that she's okay?. Yes, even though he had to have a fever for two days, but it didn't really mean much. Everything's fine so far.

“iya mama, inshya allah I can”

The crumpled ball that once rolled in his life the terrace has never decomposed. From which end he must begin, from which end he must end. The pain that Wita felt was difficult for her to interpret as a word of injustice. Because in line with that, mistakes are facts that he cannot lie. So deep is the mistake he made?.

Clamps.

The opening of the classroom door Cheers after he finished his condolences with Tarmin's mother. The instant his face paled, he ran towards the screaming sound of crying. Mother Zahra focused on tightly holding Adis' body, seeing Adis's face with blood that continues to drip, while Mother Zahra mengbawa p3k box with half run towards the object she was headed.

“what is this?”

“Adis banged his forehead into the door handle bun”

“kok can?”

“gak want to be left with mother Wita said bun”

Oh Allah…