The Story of Sigma Men
7. Expectations
After dawn prayers in the mosque, around five o'clock Uzlah approached his mother in the kitchen. He is making a pempek dough that will be sold later. She sat right next to her mother.
“If later Uzlah school in Sembang Sekp Plus Junior High School, it means not going to one school with Zahid, Mom. Only three of them could enter the school. Had Zahid taken the test, cross rayon would not have been applicable to that school.”
While pouring water into sago dough and milled fish, he said softly, “Mother is very proud Uzlah one of the three students who can enter the superior Junior High School in this city. Honestly, I am grateful to God. You can't force it, son. The important thing is you go get a scholarship there. So that the burden of Mother is not so heavy.”
“Means it's okay Uzlah does not enter the superior Junior High School, as long as you get a scholarship. The Headmaster said, Uzlah is free to choose SMP any country, Mom. Because automatically they will receive. Yes already later Uzlah asked Zahid, about he will test in SMP mana.”
“Mom also hope you one more school with Zahid. He's very kind. His father is good too. It's hard to find a friend like that, son. Looks like he'll be your best friend until you grow up. As far as I know, your friends are not many. And the most familiar yes the same Zahid it.”
“True Bu, Uzlah same he is really familiar. Uzlah hopes to continue to be friends with him until college and until work. Well, back again. Then Uzlah wants one Junior High with Zahid. Thanks, Bu.”
And that day came, the announcement for the prospective students of SMP Negeri Slight. There, Zahid saw his name plastered clearly that he graduated. Soon he met Uzzlah to inform him of the news. Next Uzlah registered to enter SMP Negeri Slight without taking the test.
High achieving students are free......
The rest of them have to pray a lot in order to get one class, three years if they can one class. Zahid was very hopeful that he could have a class with Uzzlah. There are many scientific issues that he wants to address.
Now it's hard to find a friend who's one frequency, one dream and one vision. After finishing from the ibtidaiyyah madrasah the other day, they both vowed to always be together, one school and one class, then entered the famous PTN, then continued S2 and S3 abroad, he became a great scientist of the 21st century.
High in their dreams.
Zahid and Uzlah aspired to high school, seek knowledge as much as possible, and dream as good as possible. Yes, they both wanted to be great scientists, to be great scientists like Newton and Einstein. That was so great their dream.
And the first day of entering Junior High arrived.
Uniforms worn by Uzlah are all new. All gifts from Zahid's father. Including socks, shoes, bags, books, and all the equipment. His father Zahid continued to promise gifts as long as Uzlah got achievements in school.
Dag-dig-dug-in.
They were curled up, waiting for the names of the students who were called. Will they remain one class during this Junior High? Will they continue together? This is the chemistry of their friendship, so thick, warm, and always melting.
Therefore, the system and groove are in harmony with what they aspire to. The straight path they will walk, according to their expectations, all permitted. Yes, they will continue to be together, not only the next three years, even three years they will remain one class, together, an unbelievable thing.
Sometimes logic is hard to accept reality.
Sometimes again, expectations go along with dreams.
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The consequence of blaming is to find the right one. It was a fitting argument for Zahid on his first day in class VII of physics.
“What's wrong with this Law?” ask Bu Dewi Sartika while watching Zahid.
Zahid jerks. The teacher got closer to him whose chair was the back and corner.
“Come answer, Zahid! He said the explanation in the book was wrong.”
Just then when Miss Dewi explained the material about physics that is very basic, namely the Law of Motion Newton, suddenly Zahid's logic deflects the law. For him it is less acceptable. Something is blocking.
But suddenly he was difficult to say, not as usual. It was really like there was an intuition of some kind of paradox, a scientific argument for breaking through the Laws of Motion, but now it's suddenly gone.
Zahid could only look at her with serious eyes and try to remember that. It was pebsit, he thought. Zahid then closed his eyes with the palm of his hand. While Bu Dewi sauntered towards his chair and desk again while shaking his head.
Well, this is the first beginning of Zahid Junior High was considered strange by teachers and students. Even later all will underestimate him because of other oddities. Fortunately, there was Uzlah. So things are not going to go as bad as imagined.
“Bu!” scream Uzlah. “I agree with what Zahid said just now. That something is wrong.”
“OK, is that wrong? Can be explained!”
Then walk towards the board. The name ISAC NEWTON was later changed to ISAAC NEWTON.
“Free less letter A, Mom. Actually Zahid wanted to say that, but he was groggy because the first day of school was right. He he's. Excuse me Bu.”
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Zahid and Uzlah went home from school on a bicycle. During the journey, Uzlah kept asking Zahid about what he had blamed. Uzlah was curious. There must be something strange.
“I forgot!” zahid shouted from the front.
Uzlah continued to pedal his bike quite strongly. Zahid too. Cars and motorcycles overtake them. Occasionally Zahid wiped away the sweat dripping on his forehead.
“Come by my house!” bring Zahid.
“I want to sell ice. Want to come along?”
“Sorry Uzlah, I want to play football today. If you want to come, let's play.”
“Thanks, Zahid. Next time play the ball.”
“She wants to join futsal match. Week later match.”
“Today I want to sell first. Tomorrow and the day after we practice the ball. I'll continue Sunday with the.”
“OK ready!” zahid screams of spirit.
Arriving at home, Uzlah immediately removed his school uniform and replaced it with play clothes. He went to the kitchen, took an ice bucket, then opened the freezer. At least today Uzlah must practice forty ice.
After the prayer and lunch, he then said goodbye to his beloved mother. Started by peddling merchandise around the village, quite good sales of two. Then Uzlah rushed to Private SD Enough.
About 2 hours of rest time. Uzlah nangkring around the school fence. There is a neat line of sellers of pepk, pempek, fried, fruit, and drinks. All the merchants were old men ranging from thirty to sixty.
Only Uzlah himself was a child. Then Uzlah was ganged up by a bunch of second-class leaks. More than ten disciples bought his ice. Some also bought two. Best selling sweet twenty seeds.
When no one bought, Uzlah chatted with traders. It is too political and sultanate-like that they are called capitalists. Yes, their turnover was at most fifty thousand, one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, at most that was the average.
What about Uzlah, his turnover today is at most twenty thousand. As you age. Bocil just grows yes turnover is not big too. Continue, Uzzlah chat between fellow traders.
“Currently, Dik?” ask the seller cilok.
“Alhamdulillah, Brother, only sell half.”
“Berguyur. Salute you this. Small ones are looking for money. School is not?”
“Ya Kak, a new school first grade SMP. Morning of school.”
“Do not drop out of school. If you can get a good job. Huge pay. No need to sell like this. If you want to open a business, a big effort. There is own store.”
“Bright Brother. For a while yes put it this way first.”
“According to you. What good work is effort? My brother is confused still. People say, good to open a business, we are the boss, there is no one to tell like we work in the factory or in the office.”
Uzlah replied, “Depends, Brother. Brother open a business like this, hot and tired, net income a month only three million, it is relaxing, no pressure, and so the boss. Continue to work in the AC room office in front of the computer, casual work is not hot, and net income is thirty million. Brother choose where?”
The cobbler didn't think anymore. “Clear salary thirty million.”
“That's Brother. Not only about comfortable or uncomfortable, but about the calculation of the money as well, Kak.”
The lizard netted a day one hundred and fifty thousand of these beards.
Uzlah continued, “If you can, get everything, sister. Yes we are the boss, and the income is thirty million a month. Our job is to relax, in front of the computer, in the air-conditioned room. He he he.”
Laughing licker, “Wong Palembang nian you ni Dek, joking hobby.”
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