The Diary Rere

Eight

Before getting into the romance story of Junior High, there was one story about Dad that I wanted to tell you. As I said at the beginning of the story, my parents did work in the Capital and left us to the nanny (Mbok Nati). Father and Mother are very active people working, especially Dad. Dad is just a mailman or courier in a Private Bank, his job is to transfer documents from one company to another. While Mommy is a ceramic shop clerk, her duties are odd; receiving and serving guests, unloading newly ordered ceramics from the pick-up car to the store, and also cleaning. But as I know Mommy is quite expert in terms of serving and handling customers who want to buy ceramics.

I work from Monday to Friday, while Mother from Monday to Saturday. So every Saturday that picks me up for school is Dad. Father has a supple and easily familiar nature. Every Saturday while waiting for me to leave class, Dad must be chatting with one of the student pickups, whether it's his parents or the driver. Fathers are also very famous among mothers because of their friendly and humorous nature. Every Saturday I would take advantage of the opportunity to be able to snack because it was picked up by Dad. Usually before I go home I will ask to buy crepes or burgers.

You are also the savior of my life! When I was in elementary school I could not swim, while my school always held a swimming assessment once a month. Surprisingly during the swimming session, I was not taught how to swim by a gym teacher. It looks like his job is just to take the value of swimming, otherwise it could mean that the value of our sport is bad. One day when the value of the swimming pool was held on a Saturday, Dad came and waited for me. Dad knew that I couldn't swim, but maybe Dad wasn't too anxious because there were gym teachers and other students too many who couldn't swim. Bad luck hit me at that time, I forgot how it started, all I remember was that I was drowning and gasping for help. I heard the sound of ‘BYURRR!’ it was so tight that something heavy went into the water and it turned out to be Dad. Dad was very fat, and at that time Dad quickly went into the pool and saved me. When Dad told me about the incident, his face always showed an amused grin and then he would say:

“That time I did not take time to exit the wallet and HP loh, Kak!”

Now let's start “love stories in school”. Aaah.. First High School, so different is your story from the story of Elementary School. With my high UTN value, I do not have to worry about entering which Junior High School, I just point and will definitely be accepted. At that time, there was no zoning system like now that prioritizes children whose domicile is close to the destination school. Of course I chose SMP 45 which is one of the RSBI schools (International Standard School Stations). Father and Mother of course were very proud of me when I managed to get a high UTN score and waltzed into Junior High 45. I think starting from there I was considered a child who “smart” by my family.

Jani and Aira also qualified in Junior High School 45, as did most of my friends from Elementary School Rose 1. Indeed, from year to year, Elementary School Rose 1 contributed many of his students to Junior High School 45 to continue their education. Unfortunately the story of my friendship with Jani and Aira did not continue in Junior High School. We like to start a new sheet by making friends with new friends. New environment \= new friend. But it doesn't matter because SMP's story isn't about them.

Returning to the topic of my new school, Junior High 45 is my city's favorite and most prestigious school. Just as SD Mawar 1 is filled with children from the upper class, so is SMP 45. My school has two large courts, the main court used for ceremonies, playing basketball and futsal, while the other is a volleyball court. The two squares are separated by a mosque in the middle. Classes lined up neatly with brownish-yellow paint, in front of the class were field-busting fences dotted with beautiful vines. The cafeteria was also filled with food and beverage vendors as well as benches made of wood and iron that were painted colorful and designed to eat in groups because one table had 6-8 chairs.

On the first day I entered school, of course I followed MOS (School Orientation Period. MOS activities are filled with striking paperboard colors; orange, purple, blue, green, yellow, and red that will be used as the base material for making toga hats as group markers. I remember on the first day of MOS, I woke up very early and when I got to the school gate, there were already OSIS brothers in blue alma mater suits waiting for us with a fierce look. Of course at that time our parents already know the reason for the brothers of OSIS who really intend to scare us by putting on a fierce look, but another with us. Don't ask me how I felt at that time, I was so scared, but strangely also enjoyed the experience

We walked in a long line to the main field which was already filled with children who turned out to have arrived earlier than me. Under the orange toga hat I wore, I tried to observe the look on the face of my new friends at that time. Some looked down in fear, but there were also those who looked down half asleep. There was a face that looked like it was challenging the OSIS brothers who were lined up in front of us with their hands into the pockets of the alma mater suit, revealing an incredible dignity to me at that time.