Play your guitar Sophie

Very Rare Day (Part 2)

If only there was a cave in this class, I'm sure everyone would race – races into it. There is a big fear that is not ready we each – each face. Mr. Rustam is a phobia for many people. Not only for students who are still in this school, but he is a phobia for alumni, he said, the students who want to enter even for parents who are – children school here.

According to the – decus rumor I heard, Mr. Rustam will retire next year. But that was the time I graduated from this school. That news is not good news for me. Maybe this whole school student will make a big tumpeng, thanking him for retiring.

Mr. Rustam's name has become a kind of legend in Stone Town. Even parents will say, “Mama eliminate Mr Rustam loh if you are naughty continue!” or “Have not cried, there is Mr Rustam!”. So it's natural that until now, no student or student guardian wants to be like – like with him.   

And at this time we have to face Mr. Rustam, a figure that makes the listeners of his name just goosebumps. I held Dede's hand tightly – tightly. I saw Dede's face was pale. Sweat as big as corn dripped from his face. Some of my friends who prayed the least I saw started to say whatever prayers they knew. Dita and Sita were exhausted by the escape tactic. Vieri, the smartest kid in this class, looks resigned. Only one thing is different from all of us.

Jennys.

He casually applied nail polish on each of his long fingernails. In a moment like this, I want to feel like I trust him. But I think it's too late.  

Class door opens cleavage so that the incoming morning sunlight looks striped – lines. The air seemed to evaporate from within our class and we all kind of fish that – megap lose water. Then came the tip of the foot in long pants wearing fantofel shoes. I even heard Dita and Sita screaming small together – the same.

The atmosphere was silent, we all looked down. We are all ready for what will happen in our lives. Maybe only our name will come home to our home – each today.

Still remain silent.

“Ehem,” throbbing sound heard. I don't think I believe it. But I dare not look at it.

“Why is your class quiet today?” the voice was heard again. As if in disbelief, I looked to the source of the voice. When I looked up, I was surprised to learn that it was not Mr. Rustam who came. But another ‘Pak’. Mr. Wahyu, my homeroom teacher who also teaches Indonesian.

“Good morning all,” said Pak revelation greeted with “Good morning,” long from friends – my friend.

“Pak Rustam can't get in today. She's sick.”

Hearing that word, Jenny's face instantly brightened. He turned his head to the right – left smiling happily as occasionally from his mouth came out words,

“Tuh khan …. Tuh khan's. What did I say?”

“Pak Rustam does not leave any duty – what. I think it's better if you prepare another task. Later in the day you guys have a task from me khan ?” Mr. Revelation paused for a while then everything was like a nodding race.

“Do not crowd. So good boy well.” Mr. Revelation then went with a feeling of relief from us. Pleased feels. I looked at each other with Dede. A day like this should be celebrated. From behind I heard Vieri say to Jenny.

“Jenn, please ramal who is suitable to be my girlfriend now ?”

“Not that you said that the prophecy did not make sense,” said Jenny sewot.

“Iya. Turns out I was wrong,”

Again – again I looked at Dede.

“There will be one other surprise we received today. We relax – just relax now,” said Jenny.

“What surprise Jen?” ask Diki.

“There is Dik. If I tell you now, it's not a surprise, is it?”  

“I can number two only,” said Vieri.

“I'm number one. Number three can also but only half of it,” said another.

A few friends wrote their answers on the board. There are some questions that according to our agreement fall into the super difficult category. But, with the principle of difficulty happy we shared, we can finally solve the problem of – about it together. Relieved it. This one day burden felt instantly lifted.

Ahead of the first break, my classroom door opened again and appeared again toe-toe with fantofel shoes wearing gray – gray trousers. Mr. Revelation came to make an announcement.

“There is one thing so the teachers have to hold a meeting today,”

Oh. Oh, oh, I already know what this means.

“Because of that the school gave home study assignments for all of you,” Pak Wahyu's announcement came to a halt as we all could not resist saying “Hore !!!!”

“Remember. You don't come home in the morning, not on vacation. You guys got a job to study at home.” Mr. Revelation completed his announcement.

“We go to Toebroek well Soph,” said Jenny after Pak Wahyu returned to the office and we all prepare – ready to go.

“Do not go to Toebroek deh. Bosens. Find another place,” suggested me.

“Ke Umbrella aja,” says Dita.

“Ke Umbrella how friends – friends ?” shout Diki.

We all go to Umbrella to celebrate this rare – rare day. Ride on a motorbike while laughing all the way to Umbrella, the path that connects Batu – Malang, which is bounded by a mountain on one side and the edge of the gorge that has been modified in such a way that it becomes a stall – stalls comfortable on the other side. Umbrella is our favorite place kongkow-kongkow. There are some malls in the city of stone. But, we prefer to go to a place where we can enjoy nature, drink warm milk, toast, meatballs, noodle dumplings, boiled cassava, sticky rice powder, all the good – delicious anyway. (Only a toebroek can defeat him, of course, hehehehe)

We headed for a stall that could hold us all inside. Sit together and joke. Some friends started telling me about their future plans. Kind of – kinds of majors they want. But Dita and Sita kompak say that their – true ideals are, married.

To the east, we see the city of Malang from a distance.

The wind before ten o'clock gave us a sense of calm that was hard to say.

Some monkeys were seen hanging over the trees growing on the edge of the gorge. Gather with a friend with a bowl of meatballs and ice.

So delicious. 

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