T O H's

Flag Ceremony

Monday morning at the madrasah ibtidaiah hut As-salam village of Mojokembang. Have lined up neatly in the schoolyard lined up in sequence according to their respective classes. Teachers and teaching staff were seen also lined up neatly in front of the students.

Also seen the headmaster was standing on the pulpit while carrying a map containing the text of the speech and the greeting. Right next to the left of the headmaster of Wahyu stood firmly with a perfect attitude, he served as a bearer of the map of speech for the headmaster as the leader of the ceremony.

With wisdom all the participants of the ceremony listened to the speech of the headmaster who was very passionate and fiery like the speech of the first Indonesian president Pak Ir Soekarno when giving a national speech in front of the pulpit of the DPR RI building.

“The children of students and students of MI cottage As-Salam that we love. That today I want to announce from today in our beloved school will be adopted. What is the name of extra curricular martial arts. Where this extracurricular is given what the name is so that students and students here are able and capable in terms of martial arts. And also it can serve as what the name is?,” said the Headmaster spoke about the existence of martial extracurricular but had not had time to continue his words the students had cut it first in unison with answers that made laughter for the participants of the ceremony present.

“What is the name that we do not know sir,” in unison the students shouted to the laughter of all attendees.

“The silence of these children is important!,” cried Mr. Principal trying to calm his students as soon as the students were in complete silence.

“So where did you speak?,” asked the Headmaster.

“Until what his name is sir,” chirps one of the students in one of the rows back giggles sounded crowded among the students.

“Silent children!,” a man dressed in a neat shirt and dressed in black jeans complete with black kopyah looks sangar because his body is sturdy and sturdy let alone his fierce face makes the students seem to shudder in horror with one scream which silenced the entire student.

The man is Mr. Johan a martial arts teacher who was brought from the city of Kertosono happened to move to the village of Mojokembang following his wife who asked to live close to her parents.

Mr. Johan looked forward with a firm step with the protocol of the flag ceremony standing to the right of the Headmaster.

“Nah children introduce him is Mr. Johan here he is tasked to teach you in the field of extracurricular martial arts aka better known as karate,” stressed Mr. Headmaster.

“Please Mr. Johan to say a word or two to the children,” said the Headmaster invited Mr. Johan to give a short speech.

“Thank you Mr. Headmaster in advance for the time and place provided. Assalamualaikum warahmatulahi wabarakatuh,” said Mr. Johan began his speech.

“Waalaikumsalam warahmatulahi wabarakatuh,” replied the students with a tone ogah-ogahan.

“Lower mana where your spirit!,” shouted Mr. Johan stirred up the spirit of the students to answer greetings aloud.

“You know this city after it was destroyed ten years ago was rebuilt with the spirit of the city guards. You as the successor of them must be the spirit of undergoing the profession as a student and must be active in learning,” loudly yelled Mr. Johan.

“Where is your answer ready?,” shouted Mr. Johan yelling at the students to stay excited.

“Siap Mr. Johan..!!,” shouted the students in unison loudly and loudly.

“Good at least you have spirit souls inherited by the warriors of this city. From today I will teach you martial arts Father pleads for his help to keep you excited you are ready.!!,” shouted Mr. Johan again burning the students.

“Siap Mr. Johan!!,” shouted the disciples booming boisterously in unison.

“Good thanks Mr. Principal for the time for me in front of the children,” said Mr. Johan ended his speech.

“Siap sir, the children remain enthusiastic and Assalamualaikum warahmatulahi wabarakatuh,” said Mr. Johan while returning to the starting line place in the middle of the line of teachers and staff.

“Waalaikumsalam warahmatulahi wabarakatuh Pak Johan,” shouted the students.

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Somewhere along the Jombang city highway, at one of the crossroads of red lights right next to the front of the city park Rojo Garden. A young man who was around the age of 15 years was carrying a pile of newspapers for his snacks. Halilintar bin Hasan was an orphaned boy whose parents died during the war ten years ago. Fight a strange and hard life for a pack of rice.

With simple clothes, the t-shirt looks crumpled and shabby and levis shorts perforated in some places. Although the hot heat sometimes in the rain of Halilintar did not dampen his spirit peddling newspapers that he took from local city newspaper distributors.

One by one, the car glass was tapped for the sake of selling one by one the newspaper he brought. This morning the newspaper is still a lot in his hands either the goddess of fortune has not approached so that the newspaper only sells fruit even though as usual Halilintar went to peddle the newspaper after getting off from Musala after dawn.

The school bench that he really should enjoy like his peers. He could not feel because of the cost constraints what else the grandmother and grandfather did not want to take care of it. Because at birth, his father had died and his mother became a widow who was famous for flirting with couples he was also stamped as an illegitimate child.

For a moment under the scorching heat of the sun the sweat on his forehead seemed to be swept with wrists that had also been dirty by dust. His eyes began to glare among the passing cars in the hope that the traffic lights turned red again so that he could knock on the glass by the glass of the car door to offer the newspaper he brought.

Because if it is not sold until it runs out Halilintar does not get vi or profit from the sale results must turn the brain to think about looking for debt to food stalls where else to meet the hunger in his stomach while the food stalls around the city park Rojo Garden seems to have all he hutangi.

The traffic lights are now back on red. Immediately and deftly Halilintar knocked on the car windows of the city road users. Arriving at the car door glass maroon color.

Toktoctok, toktok,

“Pak koran Pak, koranannya Pak,” said Halilintar full of manners and hope that the car glass is open.

A few moments later the car's door was opened. A beautiful young mother in hijab turned to Halilintar while smiling very beautiful. Although a little unnerved did not dismiss the age of Halilintar certainly was warm-warm mas puberty. But he put aside all the feelings and feelings of oppressing him in and replaced it with a sense of ardent search for sustenance.

“He Dek newspaper how much is the price per fruit?,” said the Young Mother again smiled beautiful.

“Anu Bu 6000 rupiah per piece,” replied Halilintar stammering.

“Your hand is how many Deck that has not been sold?,” said the young mother again asked.

“This is still a lot of Bu 20 pieces indeed why Bu?,” said Halilintar asked with a face mimic does not understand.

“Both this money where all the newspapers you brought that I bought all the change just take it,” said the young Mother issued a banknote of three pieces of fifty thousand.

“Eh anu Bu it, this is the money mostly, but I have no change,” timpal Halilintar so innocent.

“Begin only if you intend to return just come to this house my business card,” said the young mother held out a business card and returned to her car that drove because the traffic light had turned green again.

“Bu Vivi Larasati, uh anu Bu..!,” shouted Thunderbolt but the maroon car has been far away.