Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar
Gathering in the BP Room
Zia was still trying to get in the way of students who wanted to use the toilet as Ali and Ustadz Shawab rushed to the toilet. Looks like some students chose not to argue with Zia and returned to her class. But there were some who tried to enter so Zia had to push each other with them. The student who was in front of Zia stopped pushing when he saw the facial expression of Ustadz Shawab who rushed into the toilet. Ali had to run a little following Ustadz Shawab.
“See for yourself ‘kan, how Ustadz, Shawab” said Zia on the child who forced his way into the toilet. Looks like upperclassman. “already, go back to his class first Kak. Later if the problem in the toilet is resolved, you can use the toilet as much as possible. Soon ‘kok. The Ustadz Shawabnya has come” Zia continued. Somehow Ali conveyed it, but Zia was relieved Ustadz Shawab was coming soon.he himself was not sure how much longer it could hold the disciples back from barging in.
The upperclassmen who had been pushing each other with Zia finally decided to return to her class. Not long after that Ali galloped out of the toilet to the BP room again. The sound of Ali's footsteps made the upperclassman look back. He briefly stood up while drowning into the toilet while curious.
“There Brother. Back to his class. There is nothing to see “ Zia said as she chased away. But from the opposite direction, Zia saw Javin and two friends heading to the toilet. Looks like the upperclassman told Javin that the toilet is not being used when passing by. But when he saw Zia who was guarding the toilet door, he instead of returning to class, instead approached Zia. Pretending not to see, Javin barges in. Zia stuck her hand into Javin's stomach to hold his pace.
“Apaan ‘sih”
“No can enter”
“Why” reply Javin objection.
“Yes because you are!” zia shouted without giving any explanation before. It's just clear that Javin is getting worse.
“Enak only! Don't mess with Zia, I've never been to toilet” said Javin angry. But just for a moment. “What's the matter anyway” he continued, his curiosity was greater than his anger.
“There Handoko” replied Zia briefly
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The sound of a thud when Ali hit the door of BP's room shocked Ustadzah Intan. “Kata Ustadz Shawab.. borrow sarong” cloth said Ali gasped. Ustadzah Dian quickly grabbed the scabbard from the shelf beside her and handed it to Ali.
Ali turned around and ran to the toilet, without giving any explanation to Dian's body. But her experience as an educator made Dian's endadzah not surprised. There was a child in his pants, he thought. And indeed the BP room that doubles the UKS space has prepared the equipment for such unusual circumstances.
He still remembers taking part in the school committee hearing when discussing uniform donations from students and alumni. Many parents of students who became committee administrators rejected this request because they believed all school students were capable. No one wants to go to school wearing a donation uniform. Though the donation shirt is necessary for unusual circumstances like this.
Ustadzah Dian then moved to the uniform storage cabinet. Then choose a uniform that is approximately enough for fourth grade children. His mind was imagining what other funny story would come out of Ali or his friend this time.
Ali only looked down when she reached the door of the room where Handoko was. He did not dare to look. The door of the room is only half open. It looks like Ustadz Shawab has washed Handoko who is not wearing pants. Ustadz Shawab's hands extended out to ask for the glove Ali was carrying. The cloth was put on a potluck on Handoko's waist and Ustadz Shawab carried Handoko out of the room. Although while carrying, Ustadz Shawab's steps did not slow down, his face was still tense as when Ali first conveyed this problem. Handoko is still sobbing. His eyes and cheeks were still wet.
Ali followed until in front of the toilet door, where Zia was still standing assigning herself to stand guard. Ali saw how Javin forced his way in. Javin greets Ali with as sincere hospitality as he can, without feeling guilty. “There's what ’sih”.
“Cause of you ‘lah! Reply Ali was upset.
“This is nothing ‘sih you two. Suddenly blame me. I'm new today now to toilet” reply Javin sewot. It was as if all his efforts to get along with Ali and Zia were in vain.
“Oh. So that was carried by Ustadz Shawab it was Handoko. Ooh..” Javin didn't continue his sentence. Both of his palms covered his own mouth. But it is clear from the twinkle of the eye that his mouth is laughing at once shocked. “So Handoko really did it?” two friends of Javin who had been listening to the conversation finally realized and joined laughing out loud.
Ali and Zia are increasingly upset to see Javin's mimic like that. “ But really, you know, Vin. I salute you, being able to understand Handoko's way of thinking and even telling her to do what you want" Zia said.
“Naah, you admit it also ‘kan” said Ali. He did not realize that he was holding wet Javin pants in his hand. Although it has been squeezed, but still with the power of fourth grade elementary school children. Water still dripped from the pants and almost hit Zia's shoes.
Ustadz Shawab briefly heard the talk of Ali, Zia and Javin. His curiosity made him pay attention. His experience has taught that for cases like this, asking students directly is not effective. And Ustadz Shawab is aware that a bigger problem is now in his arms.
Then he saw Ustadz Khairul coming out of the headmaster's room and his face wondered, his hands looking up like people were praying. Ustadz Shawab did not want to explain this situation to the School Coconut. In addition to not really understand how this all could happen, he also felt that releasing this bottle from Handoko must be more hastened rather than satisfying curiosity.
“Ali, Zia, you guys come to the BP” room Ustadz Shawab said after turning around for a moment.
“Javin also Ustadz!” shout Zia. “This was all originally because of him”. Ustadz Shawab turned to Javin. Javin's friends rush to the toilet as if they are not familiar with Javin. Javin himself felt the blood being pumped into his head slightly obstructed due to that gaze.
“Neighbor Ustadz. I don't know anything. I went to the toilet first Ustadz” said Javin running to the toilet.
Ali and Zia only gawk at Javin who once again can be free from all the problems he started. “Come! Quick” Ustadz Shawab said to Ali and Zia as he turned around and rushed to the BP room.
Wanting to feel Zia refute, saying that she had nothing to do with this matter. He was just asked to help Ali. But seeing her best friend walking while sticking her hand holding her wet pants forward so that the water droplets from the pants do not hit the shirt, Zia did not reach the heart. They walked as fast as they could following Ustadz Shawab. From the other hallway Ustadz Khairul also rushed to the BP room.
Ustadz Khairul who arrived first, then opened the door BP room for Ustadz Shawab. From the tense face of Ustadz Shawab, he knew that this was no ordinary matter like a defecating student in his pants. This is even more serious. Ustadzah Dian had prepared a replacement uniform on the couch. As Ustadz Shawab laid Handoko on the cot, Ustadzah Dian deftly closed the curtain. Ustadz Khairul tidied Handoko's legs.
All seemed to know what to do, except Ali and Zia. They were like lost children behind the curtain, not knowing how to behave. But what they believed, being outside the curtain was much better than having to see what was happening on the couch. Finally, they decided to sit in the available seats.
Ustadz Shawab opened the holster that Handoko was wearing. Ustadz Khairul was obviously shocked, but his reaction was only riveted. Ustadzah Dian's reaction was unexpected. He shouted hysterically and directly came out the curtain. For a moment Ustadzah Dian's face stared at Ali and Zia. But he still could not keep his face to look authoritative. According to Ali, his face looks like the face of mother and sister when they see caterpillars when they vacation to Bogor Botanical Garden. But Ali was not so sure, because there should be no resemblance between what Ustadzah Dian saw with caterpillars. Or just similar? I don't know. One must definitely carefully explain Handoko's problem to women, Ali thought.
Ustadzah Dian returned to his chair. His face and forehead were still frowning, his legs still being jerked to the floor. Looks like Ustadzah Dian needs some time to calm down. The good news is that Ali and Zia still don't have to explain what happened in the close quarters. Ustadzah Dian then took her phone and started typing messages. Maybe to distract, Ali thought.
“Masyaallaah yes, it has been eleven years I became a teacher, only this time I met a problem like this” said ustadz Khairul. Ustadz Shawab did not comment. He was researching the bottle mouth. He held the bottle without being bothered by what was inside. ”Kok can be ‘sih?” ustadz Khairul.
“I knew Ustadz would ask about that. I don't know and am curious either. But I'm still busy figuring out how to take this bottle off. If Ustadz wants to find out, outside there is Ali and Zia, they should be able to explain”, replied Ustadz Shawab while his eyes are still focused on the mouth of the bottle. “There is no other way. The bottle should be cut”.
Ustadz Khairul came out of the curtain. Ali and Zia just gawked back at the gaze. Ustadz Khairul approached them. Ali and Zia began to fear that the time to explain had come. Ustadz Khoirul started with the sweetest smile he could.
