Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar
Breaking Nose
Her father had actually given her another job choice to tell. Things that are closer to the daily life of fourth grade children. Ali could tell me about his father who could make coconut oil without having to be heated. Or about how his father taught soap making and pest exterminators to the general public.
For the last one, it became the pride of his father Ali. You see, the show teaches how to make soap is organized festively, covered by television. The event was guided directly by famous comedians who now became more famous because they were running for board members. Dad's office website still displays it as a pride until now.
But Ali stubborn. Ali was eager to say a sentence that she thought was so powerful. His father could make gasoline from wood. Ali looked forward to how her friend would seem dumbfounded and curious. But Ali did not expect the response of his friends even like this.
The moment that Ali was most worried about arrived, went home from school. Ustadzahs have relaxed surveillance on children. Ali tidied up his bag slowly. To this day, she did avoid conversing with anyone while the other child immediately scattered out of class.
“Daah's.. Ali's! I'll see you tomorrow yeah” Aira took the time to say hello to Ali. A cheerful smile typical of Aira completes his greeting. He hoped that his smile would be enough to transmit the joy to Ali who had gone through a hard day. A somber mood can make a bitter Aira smile that is actually very sweet. Ali just smiled thinly while saying Insyaallaah.
Zia remained in her seat, waiting to leave the classroom with Ali. Not just out of pity like now, but almost every day they go home together. Although the meaning of going home together is just waiting together in the school yard until picked up by their parents.
The school yard at home can be the happiest place. When friends are no longer blocked by classes. Students can greet each other with friends who, in previous years, had studied in the same classroom. But Zia's prediction today, the school grounds become a creepy place for Ali. The story of Ali's father working on alcohol has spread and twisted somehow.
“Waaah.. finally out also ‘nih son khamar maker. Kirain is still drunk in class” Javin said out loud. Many other fourth graders who heard Javin's words also giggled. As Zia had expected, her story had already spread to the other fourth grade. Ali was annoyed to get to the crown. Zia embraces Ali while pulling Ali hastening to the gate. While whispering advice so that Ali does not need to ignore the words of Javin.
“Iya, Zia! Rightly so. Drunk people need to be held. If you let the road alone fear it will nyusruk” shouted Javin again. This time the students even more students who laugh with joking Javin. Ali, with a slight thrashing, broke free from Zia's embrace. Zia let go without a fight even though in her heart she was confused about how to behave, what she could do to help her best friend.
“Try, Li, road in the line Li.” Javin said he was not satisfied. He walked beside Ali as if to convince the audience that Ali's path was straight in line. Ali is upset half-dead, but has nothing to avenge Javin's actions. Ali sped up his pace and subconsciously became separated some distance from Zia. Javin was still accompanying her while laughing and tugging at Ali's small backpack from behind. While walking Ali released his backpack so that he could hug his backpack on the chest.
I don't know which movement is wrong. While swinging his backpack forward, Ali staggered slightly. The weight of an elementary school bag does sometimes not make sense. For one lesson, sometimes you have to bring two or more books. In one day, there are three to four lessons. Ali tried to keep his balance. But the path staggered a few steps, and finally, it fell!
Javin laughed with satisfaction at it. “Ha ha ha ha.. tuh ‘kaan... still drunk. Last morning you filled the wrong bottle of water, Li. Not from gallons of water but even gallons of alcohol reservoirs made by your father yes. Ha ha ha ha's. So be careful before filling. Like your father! ‘kan your father researcher” continued Javin while shouting, laughing beside Ali who was still lying on the ground. There was laughter from the other children watching.
Ali is no longer strong. I don't know where his strength and courage came from. While waking up Ali swung his backpack towards Javin's face. Javin didn't expect it at all. The butt of the backpack hit Javin's nose. Javin still doesn't really understand what happened until his ass hits the school grounds.
As he tried to open his eyes to check around, he only saw Ali standing full of anger before him. Javin with adrenaline that had flooded his blood tried to stand up to reply Ali. But the blood was already pouring out of Javin's nose. Javin started panicking when he saw his shirt. Her chest turned red. Blood from his nose continued to drip.
“Ustaadz.. some who fight.” shouted female students.
