THE NOURA VAN KEMMERS

Welcome to Join

"Welcome to join, Mr. Bayu! I hope you teach at this school. May good cooperation be established and may blessings be on us," kindly Bu Juli shook my hand.

Yeay, today I am officially accepted as a music teacher at State High School 17. And I can start teaching in the even semester. I teach 30 hours a week. My schedule is pretty tight. Full five working days from morning to half three in the afternoon.

I can't deny I'm very happy and grateful to be accepted to work at this school. The environment is still lush and beautiful. The building is quite magnificent with a sports field and several other learning facilities that support. God willing I will be at home and give my loyalty as best I can. Salarry, God willing is enough. Last July Ma'am had given an explanation about the honor and transportation money that I will receive every month.

Right said Mama, at least the knowledge I got in college can I apply. I also have a great experience and can make new friends.

"This is the teacher's room. Please you occupy an empty chair and table in the corner there. Oh yes, we really hope Mr. Bayu can revive the music art activities that had been vacuum for approximately a year," said Bu Juli again.

"God willing, Mom. I will try my best, as best I can" I replied.

My gaze was fixed on the glass cabinet in the corner of the teacher's room containing several trophies. There are several music art championship trophies. The trophy is a proof of the expertise of previous music teachers in fostering students in various music competition fields. Starting from the song arrangement competition, classical music competence, regional music, pop singer championship to the national student band championship.

"This is all the work of Mr. Arthur. He was very good at nurturing students' talents in music" a voice surprised me. Apparently I wasn't alone. A middle-aged woman approached me and explained to me about the trophies.

"I'm Miss Nova. You're the new teacher here?" asked the woman while smiling kindly.

And the woman explained about Mr. Arthur. Mr. Arthur who is also still his nephew is a music teacher at this school about five years ago. Then Mr. Arthur resigned because he got a scholarship to continue his studies in Italy. Unfortunately, when entering the second year, Mr. Arthur was sickly there until he finally died. With teary eyes, Ms. Nova told me.

"He's very young. Probably the same age as Mr. Bayu. He is very talented and always full of passion. He was very happy, when he managed to get a Master of Music scholarship in Italy. It was his dream for a long time. Honey, his dream has not been fully achieved. God loves him more. To this day I still can't believe he left so soon...The doctor who examined him said he had Meningitis. Finally his body was brought back to Indonesia and buried in Jakarta, next to his father's tomb," said Bu Nova, wiping the wet corner of his eye.

"After Arthur resigned, music lessons were filled by Bu Nandya, unfortunately only lasted a year. Ms. Nandya resigned because she had to follow her husband to the Netherlands."

"Then came Mr. Reza, teaching for about a year and a half here. But he eventually resigned because he was accepted to work in a government agency. Since the departure of Arthur and the change of a new teacher, the music competition at this school is like a suspended animation. Lose your spirit."

"May Mr. Bayu be at home and can work well in this school, continuing the ideals of Arthur, my nephew. My feeling is that Mr. Bayu is as talented as Arthur, too" the middle-aged woman praised me.

Well, it looks like the challenge I'm going to face at this school is pretty big. Honestly, I am nervous, especially seeing the achievements that have been achieved by Mr. Arthur before.

Seriate.