The Story of Sigma Men
2. Run
Second day of school in 1st grade.D
Uzlah. His uncle was sick and no one was driving him to school. Uzlah had to walk from his contract to school. It's almost two kilometers. Rarely do five-year-olds have such strong memories. This was the beginning of his intelligence and maturity.
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Emilia's mother opened the classroom door. Uzlah said his greetings while greeting his hands. Emilia's mother and the disciples answered their greetings. Uzlah was welcome to sit by him.
“Law is Mom. He's late coming in. Only he was late,” screams Masagus rather difficulty speaking because of the pressure from his stomach is quite large.
“Definitely finished the grabbing of shoes with her brother. Ha ha,” Tolok Toni. The whole class almost all laughed except for a few, including Zahid, he was angry instead. It should have been Uzlah sitting in the back, that was what Zahid expected.
Today Emilia's mother introduced the letters of the alphabet to her pupil's son. All those who have studied in Kindergarten or PAUD will have no difficulty in capturing every explanation submitted by Emilia's mother.
Most of them enter Kindergarten or PAUD except a few, including Uzlah. Previously he was only taught by his father and mother at home. Indeed, both parents did not get an education until undergraduate or more, but for early childhood education, it is thought they can teach to Uzlah.
Uniquely, Uzlah was quickly able to digest every lesson given by his father and mother. Not yet entered the age of three years, Uzlah already fluent talking. Around the age of four he was able to read and count and finish iqro one to six.
Now at the age of five, he is able to do what the children of SD or MI sixth grade. Uzlah is able to read, write, count, draw, and more than that, he is able to understand every basic formula about physics, chemistry and mathematics.
However, since the death of his father, Uzlah became a stiff and quiet person. His brain had already passed the achievement, yet his mentality was falling, weak. The little boy lost his spirit because of the loss of affection.
In the classroom, Uzlah recorded everything that the teacher conveyed, be it language lessons, counting, drawing, and religion. Almost all were baptized abis by the intelligence of Uzzlah. Emilia's mother was stunned to see the intelligence of this one child. He believes that someday Uzlah will be a very accomplished and proud child.
When the time of rest came, Masagus, Toni and Budi approached Uzlah who was sitting in his chair. Uzlah and a small number of students do not go to the school cafeteria because they bring food supplies from home
“Hei Oversized Peci,” Masagus. “Poor nian only eats fried tofu tempe.”
Uzlah just shut up. Actually Uzlah people are jovial and energetic, but a heavy situation makes his mental condition and body more lethargic. He didn't rub that shit.
“Mending school wear slippers only. Ha ha,” taunts Budi while ngakak. Toni takes the peck, then throws him out of class.
Witnessing the incident, Zahid stood up from the back seat, heading forward. He donated to Masagus, Budi and Toni.
“These three of you from yesterday made fun of him. Go there!”
Then Zahid took the peci that had been thrown. At that time Masagus ran and then poked Zahid's foot. Zahid stood up and then replied with a punch right towards Masagus' cheek. Toni and Budi gang up on Zahid. There was a great quarrel between the children of Madrasah Ibtidaiyah. Uzlah held Zahid to stop fighting.
Finally, the five of them were punished, standing in the middle of the field facing the flag, two hours.
***
Currently sports lessons. Twenty students and fifteen students were in the field. Mr. Heru, the sports teacher, was in front of the students who were lined up neatly, giving directions for the warm-up movement. All students follow the movements given by Mr. Heru.
Furthermore, Mr. Heru told each student to choose one friend who was used as a rival or opponent of the running race. Of course Zahid will choose Uzlah as his rival. In turn a pair of disciples ran two rounds around the field.
Zahid and Uzlah.
“Hei Jambul, are you ready?” ask Zahid
Just a smile.
“You can excel in every lesson Uzlah, but not for a running race. He he.”
The two little boys got ready and took up the stance. They exhale strongly. Zahid glanced to his left. He sure will win.
Mr. Heru shouted, “Siap. One. Two. Tiiigaa.”
Zahid took the start first by expelling all his chakra. Uzlah tried hard to catch up with Zahid who was a little far from his position now. The first round of Uzlah was left twenty meters.
Zahid looked back while running. Gasping for breath he finally managed to defeat Uzlah for the race this time. Soon Uzlah also finished, although second, yes because they are both.
“You're strong, Zahid.”
A few days later, when the sports lesson again, Mr. Heru took the value of dexterity from the students by ordering that each student do the tilting and coprol movements.
Some students can do it, including Zahid, he was very energetic in this childhood. The run was tight, his body was pliable, his jump was high, his breathing was long, his kick was strong, his throw was far away, and his voice was loud blaring. He was appointed class president but refused.
As told, Zahid easily made a somersault move. At first he squatted, then turned his body forward and dropped the nape and back to the mattress, even he did the movement twice, even though the teacher only ordered it once.
The Koprol movement is like that too. Zahid the little one is not the least bit nervous. No word of stage fright for him. He coprols up to five times. All the cute girls were snuggled to Zahid. Seeing her agile and nimble movements, the female disciples were amazed.
Well, from here Zahid began to be loved by many women. Not only from his amazing psychomotrics, but his brain was also diluted, his guts strong and his confidence level conqueror. The boy had since an early age had doctrinated himself in order to have a dashing and intellectual character.
It's Uzlah's turn. He squatted for a long time, for a while he daydreamed before the mat that lay right in front of him. For some reason Uzlah the little one hesitated to overturn his body. He felt his body was so hard to flex. Uzlah not confident.
“Come, Uzlah, you can definitely!” exclaim Mr. Heru while holding a value book.
A few moments Uzlah circulated his gaze toward his classmates. They all stood there and saw him being stunned as he squatted. When Uzlah began to want to drop his body, his head actually became the pedestal of his body so that his straight legs are difficult to raise up.
His legs went back to the back to the rhythm of his body. All the disciples laughed at him except Zahid, and he encouraged Uzlah. And Uzlah did a second experiment, this time he was right to make both palms as a pedestal, but because of the stiff so his body tilted and finally fell to the left.
“Ha ha ha ha..”
Until the fifth experiment failed. Koprol. And this seems a little more difficult than a somersault. Uzzlah stood up, still stinginging from running out of energy, now he had to make a movement that he never did at all.
And sure enough, when he dropped his right palm to the ground while raising his left leg up and trying to reach his body, Uzlah's body felt heavy, making him fall thumping. Always failing.
When in class, Masagus, Budi and Toni really mocked Uzlah all out.
“It's funny once yes. Kayak woman,” taunts Masagus.
Zahid was very angry. “Already moved to the back seat there. Sit beside me.”
Uzlah obeyed Zahid's request. “You're right Zahid. I should have sat here from the beginning. Thanks.”
“Sama-sama. Do you know why I want you to sit next to me?”
“Because want to be friends.”
“Because, I want to cheat. Ha ha's. You're smart.”
They laugh. This time I laughed.
***
That was when I was studying mathematics.
Mother Emilia gave a problem, “How many five plus five plus ten plus twenty plus thirty plus forty?”
After a minute, not a single student would come forward to answer the question. They are still busy counting by using the lidi. There were also some who wrote on the paper.
“I know the answer. But do not dare to go forward,” said Uzlah to Zahid.
“I dare. How much is the answer?”
“One hundred ten.”
Zahid raised his hand.
“Iya it, Zahid. Let's go forward, son.”
Zahid immediately wrote the number one hundred and ten with chalk on the board.
Zahid got a standing ovation. Uzlah just smiled cheerfully.
