Longsuffering

Pain Winding

the debris began to disappear

then move towards the loss

until I see the story

writing on the pulse of silence.

-Wita

Bandung, Wita-Pingkan

“Mother Wita, assalamualaikum”.

“hei. wa’alaikumussalam, enter Bunda Pingkan”

After the parenting event ended, all teachers were preoccupied with their respective duties. It's fun every year in every corner of their school. Ah if this is who does not miss.

For them as education fighters, educating is not just about meeting children, but chanting many messages about what and how the new world is for children. If there are people who still think that being in school is only equivalent to the number on the value that is formed on the report, or the repeated admission-rest-remedial schedule, or PR-remedial-repeat, or, then the assumption will only lead to sadness and disappointment. Because actually, for the teachers here, teaching, educating is opium about humanizing humans.

Like the pleasure of opium for Pingkan at this time. After the tension that he just passed, Pingkan stretched his footsteps regularly and sat on a minimalist red sofa in the Wita room working. “ini Bun Wit, the data of children who have been fixed. God willing this afternoon can be informed to parents through broadcast messages. Children with special needs have certainly been in the classes at tempur” last sentence slightly invited wrinkles Wita forehead, a sign of asking.

“Having dong mother Wita, seriously very. Hahahah” seloroh Pingkan without hesitation. Wita for him is a superior who can always be invited to talk casually. Although Wita is full of authority, but his easy-to-friend, warm and friendly nature, becomes a pleasant figure for his colleagues.

“class para temperature means what the hell?” tanya Wita in between her busy life with her netbuk keayboard typing various programs as report material to the foundation. Programs in the field of counseling that must continue to innovate and excel every year.

“that's the teachers with advanced age”.Pingkan replied without further ado.

“ish-ish..” can-can Pingkan make things like this as a joke material. Wita could only shake her head. I can't stop thinking about this behavior. Although the age of Pingkan has moved closer to the number 3, which is 28 years, it is not far from Wita who is two years below it. Even Pingkan had 2 adorable children, but his behavior was like a Kindergarten child. Yes.a sign that he is indeed a kindergarten teacher. Haha.

Wita who is younger than Pingkan also answered “Good job mother Pingkan. Thumbs for Mother Pingkan from bu guru” Wita are no less avenging her temptation.

“So it can't be held huh?” ask Pingkan suddenly while entering class documents on maps that are already available. Pingkan the teacher was centil and cheerful, in addition to having a teaching assignment, he also got additional assignments to become Wita's assistant. Is it that busy that Wita requires him to have an assistant?, I don't know, the school is too kind to him. Know very well the potential that Wita has, as if binding himself not to go to another heart, to continue to love the school called Dewun Gemintang.

Wita will always be preoccupied with various important school meetings, giving directions every month to teachers, facing complaints from parents, observing special classes, even dancing and singing with school children. Although she does not have her own class to have, but the name of Mother Wita has always been like a celebrity homeland, becoming a favorite of children throughout the Dewun Gemintang school class.

“Which landing?” ask Wita who has started to switch with other activities. Responding to Pingkan's work while playing green highlighter on paper the names of special needs children with different cases. Autistic, Dissex, Slow Learner, Cerebral Palsy Spastic, Central Auditory Processing Disorder. The cases he has to take seriously with the help of professional psychologists and therapists of course. Although he had an education about the science of the soul, but he did not have the confidence to handle these special children alone. Not to mention, his job here is not just for that, either, he was given full confidence to observe and provide a pleasant learning experience for all children so that children can be sure to find readiness to learn later in formal school.

“that was up to a long time in the toilet, said Teh Rani, Mother Wita was discharged from the toilet huh?” continued Pingkan continued his question followed by his bad mind imagining Wita who could not resist his constipation in the meeting building.

Wita smiled and shook her head.

"Bund... Can't really be held?" tanya Pingkan was curious.

“Itu..” Wita paused. “maaf yes, I think wrong eat”, out of inspiration from where he then scapegoated food for the incident earlier.

“this is the first time you have bund. Not usually Mother Wita nyampe can not nahan that. Good thing not until I have to give answers to the questions of parents. If not, can disperse this school” while whispering and flicking the index finger on his lips that snarl. Hadduh Pingkan, could have joked like that.

“sorry, God willing will not repeat again” Wita snapped the middle finger and index finger promise to be kept with a crisp laugh in the room that smells of lavender.

after Pingkan left Wita's room, Wita continued his work by checking the names of students in the new school year now, before his working hours ended exactly 14 minutes 20 seconds ahead. Just making sure that what he saw was a mistake. Could he just be his superior man to be present at the place, or, he was wrong to enter the event? Aarrgghhhh!!

One by one the screen of his laptop he scrolls, peach-colored glasses that he wears very much he relies on to find something that he does not want. A moment later his breath he set slowly for slowly, his tiny back he bent on his work chair which was becoming opium for him. He closed his eyes, squeezing tightly into the glasses that had moved into his grasp;

Child name: Cantika Adhisia Permana

Father Name: Vishnu Permana

Mother's Name: Alivia Beautiful Restari

Class : Cheerful

His favorite lavender scent in his favorite room is now the scent of carrion flowers. Soon, the toilet became her favorite place. NAUSEA!!

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