Longsuffering

Until When

if you have to count the time

how many times the needle beats

to end my rag

whiten the past

-Wita

Bandung, Wita - Mother of Tarmin

“Mother Wita, earlier the principal sent a message. Her katan awaited in her room”

Wita who was eating a morning snack in the teacher's room nodded in agreement. The food provided by Rani this morning is indeed appetizing. Either because of what, maybe because today is the 3rd week of the Gemintang Dewun school to start its learning activities. And there's nothing special that worries me. Owh,owh, not as worrying as usual. Because, finding a hysterical child when starting to enter a new environment called school is the food of Wita and her peer teachers every year, every early year to be exact. Adaptation period in order to foster a sense of trust in a new figure called a teacher for children is not an easy thing.

The word “worrying” for him this year is more sad than the previous years he went through at this school. Not because of what usually happens to their students and their peers. But a hunk of the past that has hardened and it settles on its deepest grave is now resurfacing. He could not really admit that he had scratched the grievous wound for someone he called the man, the man with a wound in his heart and muttered in the word hate, Vishnu Permana.

“kayaknya want to discuss the meeting of guru nih mother Wita” said mother Widi next to him.

“hei.. don't forget the teacher picnic yes.!” sara's mother's eyes are equal to Pingkan horrornya.

“hmzz...” with a bloated mouth filled with his favorite vegetable salad he replied to Sarah's request.

Dilapnya mouth that still leaves mayonaize with a piece of tissue. Sipping warm tea made by Rani the friend slowly. Aah. enjoy what else you deny. This half, fresh food was filling his stomach which still looked slim.

He decided to go to his room first to pick up his favorite ash-colored book, the gift of his protege last year. He must bring equipment to record his thoughts, because the headmaster mother who perfecto deligiuso always detailed in any case.

“I said yes, I'm afraid the head is still waiting. Assalamu’alaikum”

“wa’alaikumussalam” replied some of his friends, because some of them have been busy with playdough, lego and crayon that they have to take to their respective classes.

“waiting for the news yaaa..” cried Sarah after Wita passed the teacher's room exit.

“Okee, insya allah” replied as it passed.

Not as scary as I thought it turned out. It's been 3 weeks that he's never even been seen wandering around this school. He could have forgotten. Or have forgotten it. It's been a while, hasn't it? Is it possible that my face has already aged? Iiih. I'm only 26 years old, not as old as Tarmin. hehehe .

Or does? Ah yes, my appearance is different now. HE MUST NOT HAVE RECOGNIZED ME

While slowly moving his feet the thought brushed aside in his wits. Entering his room, immediately the smell of a faint rose greeted his nose. His favorite lavender scent was replaced with the smell of roses. I don't know what that means, nor does he know. Circulation of the vision of both hairless eyes that lentik in all corners of the room. This is my most beautiful place. Please accompany me once more! Because I don't know where else to go.

The book of ashes he had held tightly. Do not forget a blue pen that is ready to accompany him with Mother Tarmin the headmaster.

Tock-a-tock

“assalamu’alaikum, mother. I Wita”.

“wa’alaikumussalam, enter Wit unlocked”

“sorry I'm late ma'am, I was in my room first”

“how is Wita?, sorry we can just discuss the evaluation of the initial learning activities now. Yesterday I focused on the same father. I need intensive care. Back and forth to the hospital so I'm less focused on this. Hopefully not too late, Wit?”

“enggak bun insya allah. If you still feel the need to be accompanied, let me handle this evaluation bun, if you do not object. Poor father, also have the rights of the mother of Tarmin”

“duh.. have spoken his rights ajah, when oruh mother Wita give his rights to someone?”

Duh. talks have started to deviate. Offset, off track!

“hehehe.. permission report I've observed 6 big zero classes Bun” he began to divert talks that could be long story.

“the remaining four classes and 5 small zero classes I have not had time to observe. But there's still a few weeks ahead. My target is two classes in one week” Wita explained with full confidence.

“well, what have you found?”

“as a whole safe. Kids with special needs are complaining. Because they already have their own Individual Educational Program. And I have discussed with the shadow teacher and related institutions that are concerned for them”.

“for the Happy class, there is a child who is a little shut down. They tend to have difficulty communicating verbally. Not because there is a constraint on the speech muscles like it, I only suspect the obstacle of social communication. Because when consulting with his parents, he said at home he can talk as usual. There will be further observations for this case, what is the cause and solution” Wita describes the condition of the class he observed in 3 weeks.

“oke.. I trust you completely. Create a special agenda with the concerned parents to handle the obstacles facing the child”.

“hereinafter for the Skilled class, the condition of the child is very good. As far as my observation during the week of being in that class there were no meaningful findings. But it looks like the condition of the teacher who should get our attention”.

“why?” replied Mother Tarmin a little curious.

“it seems like we need to hold motivational training for bun teachers, one example for Skilled classes. Mother Laras still has not found the right strategy for her to be able to perfome in front of children. Last year I had delegated Bunda Laras lead the Happy Kidz Talent program to hone his skills, but still the one who completed the task and executed the event was his partner. I still have to learn what is the background of the incompatibility of the mother of Laras to date”.

“oke you set the schedule and the place, for the speaker let me find”.

“good mother, if I may suggest, what if you find a place with a new atmosphere. Outside the school that can slightly refresh the teachers”

“where about mother Wita?”

“if I can propose, how about Peak? We can use 2 days time for his activities”.

“oke, you set everything up. I agree-agree just”.

“well mother Tarmin insya allah”, Wita smiled thinly while typing a personal message to her colleague Sarah.

Our Mother Sarah is a picnic. Prepare a lot of pegs. wkwkwkwkwkwk

Mother Tarmin and Wita so enjoyed the discussion. The idealism he had for this school seemed to be an antidote to everything that was suffocating in his chest all along. Mother Tarmin is not someone who easily ignores the golden opportunities that she has. The potential of the Wita should not be ignored. Not feeling tight 4 eyes with the headmaster ended at a duration of 3 hours 16 minutes 20 seconds.

“mother Wita.” Mother Tarmin stopped Step Wita who had been at the end of the door leaf.

“ya Mother?”

“his nephew Mr. Jajang the other day I introduced, I think he is very well established. The person is also good, like Mr. Jajang that is the type-tipenya. Fun and humble. There is no harm in trying!”

“i have not thought in that direction Bun, I worry that the person concerned is disappointed. I don't get my heart if I just give uncertain hope. Sorry for this.” yes.so as always. A firm attitude about his match with anyone who is thrust in front of him always get the same answer, NO. When is Wita? Until you completely forget your past? Until you truly forgive yourself? I don't know…