The Story of Sigma Men
1. Childhood
The five-year-old was sitting squatting and leaning against a big tree. He was holding a shabby bag patterned with his numbers. His white clothes look shabby and dull, but now is his first day of school, because it was used clothes bought by his father at a flea market that provides many Beje clothes.
Green pants that short there is a little torn because it is also a used pants purchased at low prices. The socks and shoes were also used. The size of his shoes is somewhat larger than the size of his feet, so the little boy must wear two socks wrapped in rubber because his socks are loose.
Peci he wears is also greatness, or it could be his head is still small. Adult child lovers will put love and pity at the same time see the little boy. But children his age will put a sense of disrespect to him and will even make the child as bully-an material.
The little boy saw other students who were busy gathering in the middle of the school field. Their parents still hold their wayward children. The appearance of the new students was very neat, the guardians also look authoritative with the batik they wear.
Soon it was time for class divisions for the new students at the Private Ibtidaiyah Madrasah. This morning the Headmaster had all the students stand up and line up neatly on the school grounds and ordered that all the guardians step aside from the field.
The guardians of the students also sauntered out of the school gate. Some of them went home and some sat talking in the parking lot. There was a father-father went to the cafeteria, while waiting for his son to come home, he was placed to coffee first, there happened to be a friend in his village can be invited as a chatter friend.
The little boy is still stuck. His maternal uncle drove him to school, but his uncle rushed to work, leaving him alone. All the students were lined up neatly in the field. In front of them were the Principals, the teachers, and the staff. Soon the Headmaster will give a word of welcome.
The little boy was named Uzlah. His father gave him that name. On Sunday, Uzlah got the good news with the birth of his younger brother named Rian. But on the same day Uzlah also received bad news about the death of his beloved father.
Now an orphan, at a very small age he had to lose a father figure who should give him life, teaching, religious and moral education, giving guidance, compassion, and giving, but that all can't get.
Her mother is still in the hospital. He has not been able to go home because his physical condition has not fully recovered. While at his house, the family and relatives from next to his father and mother were gathered, receiving every guest who wanted to be judged.
Now Uzlah is accompanied by a father or mother, but circumstances make poor little children can not feel the happiness as felt by the students and students like today. His eyes were still red and haphazard because from yesterday he was incessantly crying.
A few days ago his father promised to take him away on the first day of school. Uzlah remembered his father's promise. He saw his father at the funeral yesterday afternoon. Some families forbade the little boy to be taken there, but Uzlah continued to wrangle and cry to keep seeing his father.
Uzlah still sitting. Such a small child would continue to fight with time, forcing him to become an adult male at the age of children. As an adult Uzlah understood, why Prophet Muhammad shallallahu alaihi wasallam was left behind by his father before birth and left by his mother when he was a child. It could not have been a coincidence, O Allah would have wished to consummate His Prophet.
Because, the reality is many people are late to adulthood because it is too excessive to be in the affection of parents. Not a little childhood still can not end due to parents who overindulge their children.
Hopefully, for the departure of his father, Uzlah will become a more mature person, grow and develop into a tough man who does not always rely on the wealth of parents, and can achieve success in achieving all ideals.
Uzlah was still leaning, now he was stuck, bending his knees.
Suddenly, another child approached him. This little boy is well dressed and well groomed. Peci, his clothes, pants, socks, and shoes are all new. Body's clean. He's late for the show. The boy got off the motorcycle. His father was wearing an ASN uniform.
“Ayo, fast! Friends have gathered all,” cried the little boy with enthusiasm.
Uzlah raised his face. He saw the smile of the little boy. Then the little boy pulled Uzlah's hand by force so that Uzlah stood straight because the pull was very strong.
The little boy dragged Uzlah's hand vigorously, after saying farewell to his father, he went speeding with Uzlah.
“Who is your name?”
“Zahid.”
Both of them went into the back row. There was a female teacher who led them. The teacher smiled crisply. He thought, these two disciples are brothers because their faces are almost similar. It's just that the teacher didn't really believe it, because the appearance of the two seemed different.
After giving a short speech, the Headmaster then ordered the teachers to call the names of the students who would be told which class they would study in.
Ms. Mardiyah went up to the podium and called out the names of the students to be placed in the 1st grade.A. All names are called until grade 1 arrives.D. He kept mentioning the names of the students.
“Uzlah, please enter class 1.D. Widiyanto. Yunihem. And last Zahid.”
“Let's sit down!” shout Zahid.
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This morning in 1st grade.D.
“Come sit in the back!” zahid's orders.
“No. I want it in the front seat here.” Uzlah did not move from his chair.
Zahid continued to seduce Uzlah by pushing his body. But Uzlah still did not want to obey Zahid's request. Until Zahid finally gave up, inching left the front seat towards the back seat.
He sat down beside Masagus. Masagus who is fat because of his hobby of eating several times mocking Uzlah.
“This is your sister's pants, huh? Ha ha.”
Budi and Toni who were sitting right behind them also made a sound.
Budi mocked, “It must have used his father's peci. Ha ha ha ha.” Came on while holding his head.
Toni pushed Uzlah's body while cursing, “Nah it must be her brother's shoes that have been Junior High. Ha ha ha ha.”
The surrounding students giggled until finally Emilia's mother the homeroom teacher arrived. Emilia's mother was young, she was about thirty years old. His face was melancholic and his smile was sloppy. For the next two semesters he became the guardian, teacher and the main educator in this class.
He invited his new students to introduce themselves in front of the class, based on the alphabet, starting from Ahmad Bustomi to the last Zahid. Zahid sat alone because the number of students was an odd number of thirty-five. He sat in the back seat and on the right corner.
When Uzlah's turn to introduce himself, he cried, the friends before he used the name of his father and mother and his work. The little boy was sad when he had to introduce his father in front of his classmates. Emilia's mother did not see Uzlah heart, she was sobbed sedan, her eyes were glazed.
“Daddy yesterday died.”
Uzzlah never stop crying.....
Emilia's mother moved out of her chair and approached Uz, who was covering her face. “Uzlah please sit.”
Emilia's mother hugged Uzlah tightly, taking her to her seat. Really not to the heart of this innocent teacher. Although he did not have children because he was not married, somehow his maternal feeling just arose, his heart seemed to feel what if he was the mother of this child and what if he became a widow.
After the introductory event was over, Emilia's mother shared the lesson schedule with her students. Today has not learned normal, maybe tomorrow can be. This morning he finished his class. He's valiant.
Then he walked out of the classroom, and after arriving in the field he looked towards the school fence. All the parents were lined up and crammed around the fence. They wait and find their children.
Uzlah down, then get away from the crowd of students. He leaned his body against the wall. He was no longer watching them, yes because his mother and father could not be among them. His mother was in the hospital, while his father was gone.
Little boy, should laugh cheerfully happy like the others, now it stumbles in sedu sedan, embracing sadness after the death of his beloved father, drifting in tears, drowning in sorrow.
Zahid the little one went towards the big tree. He did not find Uzzah there. After asking for permission for a while with her brother to drive her home, Zahid again rushed towards the school, got into the gate, and glanced around the school grounds. And he found Uzlah leaning in front of one of the classes. He passed by the students, his body almost colliding.
“Come we go home!” take Zahid with you while holding Uzlah's hand.
His brother Zahid took Uzlah first, then went home.
