Love for Faith
A Crying Girl on MOPDB
A large banner that read “Welcome Newly” Educators unfolds in front of the hall SMAN 6. Sound system is installed. So even the table and chairs for the speaker have been lined up neatly in the front of the hall. The committee-comprised of students of the XI and XII classes belonging to OSIS, had filled the room since 06:00. They rechecked the preparations for the entire series of activities on the first day of MOPDB.
Some new students started coming. They wear neat uniforms, without wearing funny costumes, mocking styles, or strange attributes. The school deliberately imposed this, so that new students will get used to the neatness of dress, discipline, and also manners.
At 07:00, the opening ceremony of MOPDB began, which was attended by all teachers, students who became the committee, and all students of class X. Pak Baratha Yudha-an Asian-looking middle-aged man, as the head of SMAN 6, advanced to the front of the pulpit. His right hand held a wireless mic. After repeatedly tapping his finger on the mic, he made a sound.
“Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.” Everyone present simultaneously answered the rarely smiling headmaster's greeting. After that, Mr. Baratha continued his speech. “Gratitude belongs to God, the Lord of the universe. On this occasion, we can gather in this school field to carry out the opening of the Orientation Period of New Educators or MOPDB.
First of all, I would like to thank the PPDB committee as well as concurrent duties as the MOPDB committee, because Mr. Mothers have shown great dedication to this school by working sincerely to succeed the implementation of this activity. Do not forget also you welcome new students who have entrusted themselves to our students and we guide in this school. May you become intelligent children, useful to nations, nations, and religions. Starting from today until the next two days, you will follow the activities of MOPDB as a first step for you to be able to recognize your new school environment, this is, so hopefully can feel at home and comfortable studying here.
The last thing you want to say. I entrust these new students to be educated as best as possible because they are our future generations. I entrust everything to the MOPDB committee to carry out this activity as well as possible so that they feel at home and leave a good impression in this school. Run the mandate of the education minister with full responsibility and sincerity. Hopefully, what we do is a meaningful and useful activity for all school residents.
That is all you can say. By saying Basmallah, MOPDB activities in the 2019/2020 lesson year Mr. stated opened. Thanks for your attention.
Wassalamu alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.”
Along with the end of Mr. Baratha's speech, the school field boomed by applause from all participants of the ceremony accompanied by the release of hundreds of balloons into the air. After the opening ceremony was over, the new disciples walked into the hall with the guidance of their seniors. Inside the hall, they listened to material on character education and child-friendly schools delivered by several teacher boards. So that the new students are not saturated, their seniors provide interludes in the form of games or just sharing experiences.
“Alhamdulillah, MOPDB activities this first day went smoothly. The new boys also seemed enthusiastic following the entire series of events from start to finish.” Ikhsan, the chairman of the committee wiped the sweat on his forehead. Although he looked tired, but the face of the white-nosed man was unable to hide his satisfaction.
“Iya, San, thank you. Hopefully everything goes according to plan until the last day.” Dinar, the secretary, thrust a bottle of mineral water at Ikhsan who was immediately greeted by the handsome guy. From then on, he was thirsty. A fresh taste immediately tickled his dry throat after downing the drink. His red lips never touched the cigarette while saying hamdallah.
“Choice Ms. Sekre. The drink is for Mr. Ketu. We are also thirsty, gaes.” The joke that was thrown by Firman, students of class XI who were stocky had suddenly made the other committee compact nod their heads and managed to invite their laughter. “Fate, whose face is handsome like that, tuh. Like sugar is always crowded with many ants.” The chubby-cheeked guy got up from his seat and stepped into the cafeteria. The class leader remained calm in response to the babble.
Meanwhile, a pink tinge adorned Dinar's cheeks, but Ikhsan was unaware of it. “San, adek loe did not join the committee?” ask the girl while trying to ease the pounding on the chest.
“Better the heck don't need.”
“Lho, why? Even though the opportunity to get a bustle. Although maybe the new students will have more fancies elo, his brother than his sister.” Ali, a thin-bodied XI student with glasses minus joined.
“That's exactly what I forbid him to follow. He has not been able to keep his eyes and heart,”, Ikhsan responded calmly. “Gue go home first yes. Thanks for today. Take care of health, we still have to fight again in the next two days. See you tomorrow.” Ikhsan greeted all the male organizers, while to the female committee, he cupped both hands while smiling sweetly. “Assalamu aleikum.” All who were present in the committee room was compact to answer the greetings of the chairman.
A pair of Dinar eyes could not be seen the chairman of the committee until the figure disappeared from view. Ikhsan, to what kind of woman do you anchor your heart? If it were me.., his mind withered while sighing heavily.
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“Well, the name must be loe, ‘kan?” There were also some disciples who pointed at his new friend while laughing with satisfaction.
Not felt, time went quickly, the second day of MOPDB was passed smoothly and orderly like the first day.
The third day of MOPDB is not like the first and second days held in the hall. This time the activity is centered on the field of SMAN 6. The agenda of the activity on this last day is the appearance of several extracurriculars, such as from Scouts, Tae 06 (Taekwondo), some sports exculus: basketball, futsal, badminton, volleyball, and softball, among others, Scientific Works of Youth (KIR), Spirituality: Dynamics of Islamic Youth (DRI) and Wisdom of Faith (HI), TERRASE (SMAN Six Theater), Wall Magazine (Vahana), Multimedia, Group Vocals (VG), etc, Angklung SMAN 6, Japanese Club (Rokugo), and Red Cross Youth (PMR).
After all the extracurricular performances that attracted the interest and enthusiasm of the new students were over, then this activity was closed with various competitions programmed by OSIS, namely the yel-yel race, the co-compact group competition, and the, the race makes the best love letter for the preferred guidance counselor, and the race collects the most guidance counselor signatures. Even though the weather was hot, but it did not dampen the spirit of these new students. Those who have been divided into groups still look cheerful following this last series of activities and try hard to prepare for the race so that they can appear to be the best and of course be the winner.
In the right corner of the field, precisely in front of the female disciple bathroom, there was a commotion. This drew the attention of the participants and the MOPDB committee. Seen there Bagas, one of the committee that is famous rather firmly was yelling at someone.
“The other one is quiet, yes. Please continue the wave.” Ikhsan tried to calm the new students so that their focus began to split. “Dinar, drop it first yes, I went there first,” he continued who was replied with a nod and a happy feeling from the girl.
“Bagas, what is this?” asked Ikhsan while looking at the pity of the white and beautiful veiled girl. The boy had read the writing on the girl's name tag. Love Lintang Larasati. Her beautiful face was deathly pale, clear lips bathed the cheeks. His nose looked red.
“This, San. The others are in the race. He was just hanging out at the wc. Ask him to cuddle the book's signature is still empty. This is a violation of MOPDB, right, is it called? Want to hide loe? My overall!” The two Netra Bagas glared withstanding anger.
“You also smoke in the canteen. Isn't that a violation, too? What kind of class are you? Thank you for a real example!” said the girl on the sidelines sobs her cry.
“Elo! Class X is still a song! Dare to be with me!” Bagas' hands clenched up ready to throw a punch at the girl. However, Ikhsan fended it off.
“Enough, Gas. I don't like to be violent. Hit me if you have the guts, don't just dare the same weak!” Ikhsan clasped Bagas' hand which was immediately brushed aside roughly, until the grip was released. The female Netra looked at Ikhsan in amazement. At a glance, the two exchanged looks, raising a strange swish on the chest of the girl.
“Kok elo defend this crybaby girl anyway? Not that thanks to me, have found a crafty offender like him!” Bagas ignited his emotions and pulled the rough collar of Ikhsan's shirt. The handsome guy remained calm facing Bagas whose breathing was already dull with anger.
Suddenly the girl's body collapsed in front of the two men who were struggling. Suddenly, Bagas took off the collar of Ikhsan's shirt.
“Well, now you know, ‘kan reason why? He was sick again, not the intention of missing from activities!”
Bagas looked at the girl with a worried look. Guilt permeates his mind. He regretted, because from earlier put forward his emotions without responding to the girl's explanation why he was in the wc instead of participating in activities.
“Gas, help me !” Ikhsan exclaimed to disperse Bagas from his daydream. Both of them took the girl to the UKS room to get treatment.
