NADIRS
Nadir ~ Cie - cie
Rankings, grades, and attendance, are the standards of each school's competition to determine the quality of each student. Especially at the High School level. You can be admired by many if you can achieve the best numbers in your class. Conversely, if your grades are brought, then be prepared to be a captive material for your merciless classmates.
Yes, it is not wrong that many say ranking in class, is a predicate that can be a pressure for one's sanity. For those who cannot control. So, I suggest, don't overburden your mind with those quantitative commulative numbers, my friend. Can stress you later. Run your school days as they are, without coercion. With notes, stay on the right track, and keep learning. OKAY?
So, like the days of receiving the report card before, I deg-degan. My heart rumbled like it was being showered with stones just once. Thumping, shaking chest.
In my heart I kept saying do’a, I read the holy verses that I memorized, over and over again. Yes, my friend, sometimes we just remember the Creator when pressed. When there is a desire. When we are in trouble. For the rest, when we are between luxury, happiness, and pleasure, we forget everything. As if the world was only yours. Oi, cruel.
I saw the faces of my classmates, as good as mine. Their mouths also chatter, either reciting do’a or gossiping people. I suspect, the students are gossiping about their friends, just pay attention to their eyeballs that revolve a thousand styles. It was as if there was a huge burden on him.
However, no matter how much they tried to draw attention from the sacredness of this announcement event, their chests remained bloated. Nervous, anticipating the announcement of the rankings that will soon be delivered by Mr. Zainuddin, our homeroom teacher. On the other hand, I also wondered about how the Hero was in the next room. Is he just as nervous as I am?
As the most senior teacher in this Great Generation High School, Mr. Zainuddin knew the true feelings of each student. He is the one with the most conscience. Hence he did not mention who ranked first and who sat in the lowest caste.
“I do not want any party to be harmed in the procession of receiving this report card, so I do not explicitly announce your ratings... find out for yourself, in your report card it is written!” obviously Mr. Zainuddin.
Out of the total 36 students in my class, some have gotten their reports. Some shouted happily because they saw their ranking numbers were much better than other students below them, some were moaning because the report card results were not as expected.
“Ah, why can my Mate-matika value be this low?” lamented Aminah, my classmate.
“Try me...,” welcome Anto, the most ignorant kid in the class, “You're good still in the top fifteen, you see mine... Lastly, cuy!” he showed the number 36 which was written thickly on his report card.
The kids laughed at him.
“Looking at your behavior, that last rank is still better in my opinion!” sindir Ahmadis. Red face Anto made.
“Iya, if the homeroom sir is not compassionate with you, your raporm value should be full of ‘rotten eggs’ aka big zero. Hahahaha...” timpal Nuraini.
Boiling Anto's blood gets taunts from classmates. If there is no homeroom teacher, the face of Ahmadi and Nuraini has been punched. Who is not familiar with the habits of Anto who is naughty and likes to play rough.
“HANINDITA.” Hanin's name, called.
Intense I noticed Hanin's expression as she opened her report card book. Other kids swarmed him. Indeed, Hanin was the student who had the greatest chance of being ranked first. She's beautiful, everyone's idol, class president, smart, and kind. Important points that are rarely found in most city girls. It is natural that the hero is slow to make.
Her smile expands towards me, I reply to her wryly. My heart still continues to anticipate the possibility behind my report sheet. I remember Ama. What does he say, if my report value is low?
I just found out, Hanin wasn't the best in class. The report card ranks second. The classroom began to be full of whispers.
“Who's ranked one, huh?” Mey wondered to herself.
“I think, Rudi!” connect Halim who ranked 4th in the class.
“But Rudi's daily replay value right, always under Hanin.” Arisa Denies.
Hanin smiled again at me, I replied as wryly as before.
“I know who is the best in our class.” Hanin, then.
“Who?”
“Hmm...”.
“NADIR!” Mr. Zainuddin called my name.
I stood up with a rapidly increasing heartbeat. I looked at the face of Mr. Zainuddin who showed his trademark grin. Said the children, his distinctive grin that became the full attraction of a Zainuddin so that many students were happy with him.
“Congratulations, yes!” said mr. Zainuddin.
“Thanks, Sir!” my reply.
“My children ask you to imitate your friend this one. even though he was born from a simple family The whole room was crowded with applause.
“Top capiannya as the highest scorer of the year, I will give you a gift.” Mr. Zainuddin took out a black wooden box from his bag, “You guys need to know, this I do not to show who is the best... but as a motivation for other IPA A class students, lash, so you want to study harder in the future!”
The room returned when Mr. Zainuddin handed the object to me. Oi, the swelling of my chest made her.
“This is nothing.. Hopefully with this gift, you are more encouraged to study harder to maintain your achievements, Son!” said Mr. Zainuddin.
I opened the wooden box. The glare of my eyes was made, a golden pen with silver carvings on its side. Haiss.
“My hope is, with this pen you can write great stories, your journey. Your dreams and dreams! Don't squander your potential, son!”
“Thanks, Sir!”
“Sama-sama... give an applause, kids!” exclaim Mr. Zainuddin.
“For us where, Sir?” sindir Bahri's.
“If you want to get a gift like Nadir, study hard...next school year I have prepared even more great gifts!”
After being invited to sit by Mr. Zainuddin, I returned to my stool. Unbroken a proud smile curved across my face. One by one my classmates said a disguise. Oi, not the wonderful experience today.
“Congratulations yes, Dir... You do deserve to be the best!” said Hanin.
“Ah, you are also the best!” I was scratching my head, clumsy.
I wonder what Ama's response will be like when I get home.
Not yet finished the low-key in my class, Wira came jumping up and down in excitement, like a new-married male goat. Without having the chance to anticipate, Tau-tau Wira had already embraced me tightly.
“You see, man... You see this!” Wira shows the number 3 printed on his report sheet.
I can't believe, “Oi, you're great, man! You're great!” I embrace his body again.
Hanin who was standing next to us was just mesem-mesem. The hero who was aware of Hanin's existence, wanted to steal the opportunity. He thought that Hanin was hilaf like during the intelligent race meticulously, in lay a hug to Hanin. But Hanin who did not lose her sanity, directly hit the face of Wira with her bag.
“Don't look for opportunities in your narrowness, Kinky!” objurgation.
“Hehehehe... sorry, I can't control myself... too happy about it!” The hero grinned while scratching the part of his face that was itching due to Hanin's impact.
“Reason, You!”
Looking at the achievements of Wira, I am more trusting; “The results will not deceive every effort and hard work.” Not in vain Wira learned every spare time at the boarding during this time. Jadda Wa jadda. No matter how stupid you are, if you really mean learning, you will reap the rewards. The contention, this friend of mine, when she was in elementary school, she was the most hopeless child in the classroom. Alias ******merge. But, as he tried to continue studying, and studying, he was finally able to get ranked third in his class. In High School the Great Generation is loaded with children of this choice.
Then, after arriving at the boarding house, with a golden pen, I rewrote our ideals that afternoon in the cornfield. Thick on a blue album.
Wait for the ideal, I will come to pick you up!
*The next episode is much more exciting...^^^^
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**Notes :
Footnotes are on the first episode***
