The Diary Rere

Seven

Still about my story in SD, I will tell you the experience that is still attached to my memory. In grade 5 Elementary School, there is a transfer child named Azizah Azalea or commonly called Lea. Lea has an ideal body height, long straight hair with shiny black like shampoo advertising artists, his nose is sharp, white and of course has a great smile! Of course, classmates scramble to get acquainted and make friends with Lea, let alone “gang puttif”, they immediately hooked Lea and made her one of them. That way, we (the mediocre child) could only see Lea from afar.

One day Master gave us a group assignment and the group was chosen at random, I happened to be a group with Lea and one other “member gang beautiful” named Najla. We agreed to do the job at Najla's house near the school. I forgot the details, the point is that I had a conversation with Lea and I saw a look of sadness in her eyes.

When I got to Najla's house, I noticed an interaction between Najla and Lea which he said “near” because they were a gang. From what I see, even though Lea is very beautiful, it seems like she was bullied by her friends. The bullying that happens is very subtle. I think compared to her friends, Lea was the most innocent and submissive person so Najla could easily shout at her and laugh at her. When there is a chance to chat with Lea, Najla is also so possessive of him as if he should not be close to anyone other than his gang friends. What a strange world, right? Ugly bullied, beautiful also fared the same.

Still related to the stereotype “jelek” and “cantik”, now I will tell you about my first experience, Rere Dusk Kala, praised by others. It was very strange for me at that time when there were people who praised my physique, because from childhood I had judged myself as someone who was not beautiful. This incident happened when I was in 6th grade, at that time I was seriously working on the matter, then when the break came, my friend named Asyila approached me and said like this.

“Re, you are beautiful if you are serious about studying!” Asyila said with beaming eyes, for a moment I could only shut up and try to trace Asyila's face, but I did not find a joking look on her face.

A few days later, “genesis Rere was praised” happened again. Even this time the one who praised was one of the children of the beautiful gang, her name was Naomi. We sat in a row, I sat at the front desk while Naomi sat behind me. This happened again when I was in 6th grade. Maybe I was going through puberty at the time? So my virgin aura is emitting? At that moment Naomi called out to me and I of course turned my head, then Naomi said like this.

Maybe this chapter will be the last chapter that tells my story in SD Mawar 1. To close this chapter, I wanted to tell you one incident that was embarrassing to me at the time. It happened on Friday’at right on my birthday when I was in 6th grade. At that time I was planning to practice Jani, Aira, and Vanka eating chicken noodles across the school, of course using the money that Dad had given me. Actually I had thought that the money I brought to practice them mediocre, I did not ask for more money on Father or Mother. When the four of us had finished ordering food and drinks, I counted in my mind that it seemed like my money was less than 500 silver aka gope. At that moment my feelings were mixed: confused, annoyed, angry, anxious, and sad into one.

At that time I thought there was no way I could borrow gope from them while I was practicing them. In the end what I did was ‘steal’ gope lying on the table, whether it was whose money, the point is that I remember I tried my best to distract Jani, Aira, and Vanka so they don't see my action when ‘steals’ that 500 silver money. Finally, I can pay for chicken noodles without shame. That was my first experience of shoplifting people's stuff.

My experience in attending Elementary School Rose 1 has shaped my personality and understanding of life, that appearance and status are essential to surviving in a safe place. Here I also met my friends, Jani, Aira, and Vanka who now we have completely lost contact. I know Jani studied at one of the top public universities and he also likes to climb mountains, I can tell because I saw his Instagram page. Jani is still a jolly and sweet Jani, I can tell from her smile. While Aira also fared just as well as Jani, she became one of the dental students at one of the public universities in Bandung. Aira is still Aira, with her beauty and closed nature, I can tell from her Instagram page that does not reveal much about her life. Another with Vanka, I completely lost contact with him. We weren't friends on Instagram because we just split up when we entered Junior High. Indeed me, Jani, and Aira graduated in Junior High 45 which is a Favorite Junior High in our city because of our high UTN value, while Vanka usually decided to enter the boarding school. Since then our relationship has faded and broken up completely. Vanka, how are you? I miss.

In SD Mawar 1 I also feel the name ‘falling in love’. Yes, although you adults often underestimate our feelings, but let me tell you! That feeling is as real as the feeling you feel when you are in love! At the time I was in kasmaran, I often wrote a diary full of emot <3. It feels like I would like to write some examples here so that you can feel the nuances of the typical kasmaran of SD children, unfortunately after I screw up my library I can only find diaries during SMP-SMA-Lecture, Lecture, but my SD diary can't be found.

In the next chapter, we will enter my story at First High School (SMP). The story in SMP is completely 180 degrees different from the story in SD! In Junior High I really was like a butterfly that had just metamorphosed from a disgusting caterpillar. Many sweet stories that happened in Junior High, I can't wait to tell you!