Children's Story Group
The Iwan Endut Challenge

I live in a small town on the island of Sumatra, a city that is famous as a city of education because of the many places where education stands, and also has good quality in the field. The ethnic who live has mixed up, no longer dominated by the indigenous population. This is because many immigrants live in our city, either temporarily, or settled.

My father was a teacher at a State Secondary School, a school where I also studied. Even though my father was a teacher at my school, for some reason, I was often embarrassed to go with him, and I preferred to go to school on my own bike, rather than riding his motorcycle.

The father of a teacher who is very disciplined, especially he became the Deputy Headmaster, so often every morning he went around every class and around the school environment, he said, ensuring students are in an orderly manner already taking part in classroom learning. If he finds a student who is late or ditching, he will definitely be punished.

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This morning was my usual routine. Get up early, take a room, prepare textbooks and school supplies, then take a shower and have breakfast. After breakfast I said goodbye to Mom, while Dad had not finished bathing. Indeed, it is accustomed to that, the distance of home with a fairly far school is taken by riding a bicycle, obliging me to leave at least half an hour from my father.

"Be careful on the road" Mother said, stroking my hair as I parted.

The bike I have is called a mini bike, it should be used by women, because my father has not enough windfall to buy me a special bike for men, what can I do, because my father has not been lucky enough to buy me a special bike for men, I had to thicken my face by riding that bike every day to school.

Sometimes there are also nosy children who laugh at the bike that I have, but let it be, the important thing is that the bike is in good condition and still very worthy to use.

Once at school, I seriously followed every lesson. My brain is not intelligent, if I do not follow it seriously, it is easy every subject matter will be difficult and I understand. Not feeling the time passed, finally the teaching was delayed as the sound of the bell sign of rest arrived. As soon as the teacher left the classroom, without the command of my friends immediately scattered, their goal was one, the school cafeteria.

Not too long ago, when my feet were about to leave the classroom, a friend of mine Si Iwan Endut came in front of the classroom door as I was about to get out. His real name is Irawan Subekti, but because of his fat body, then friends call him Iwan Endut. And all this time he had no objection to the call.

Usually Si Iwan every time I met I was always friendly, the tumben at that time his face looked sour. What the hell is going on? Thought. Starting to guess what happened, looking at the look on his face, he seemed to hold a deep dislike for me.

"Have Wan?" ask me with a smile.

"Who-why! Dare you macem-macem! Nti go home cave school challenge your duel!" He said as he pushed his large body towards my body.

I'm backing away. "Who is wan?" I was surprised by his rude behavior.

Wonderful indeed, how not, I asked him carefully why he nyolot so? I felt like I wasn't doing anything strange to her.

"Your father is restless! Dare he nyubit the cave!" Reply loudly.

Oho! Apparently because my father Iwan was angry. What the hell happened to him just now? Maybe he was late or caught ditching?

"Why did you get to pinch Wan?" ask again.

"Why-why! The caveman at home never nyubit cave, you know!" he said it again with a loud voice.

Apparently he was really angry and hurt. Maybe Iwan is a favorite child at home, who is always pampered and obeyed his will, so when he was punished, he felt not accepted in the law of such a pinch.

"Bodo'! The cave doesn't want to know! Nti go home school watch out for you huh! The cave challenge your duel!" Threaten him while raising his clenched hand. And then he immediately turned away.

"Eh Wan! Wait Wan!" Seruku called. Iwan who again wrapped in emotion will not turn around to hear my call.

I nodded, free thought I. He must have been furious, talking to such an angry person must have been the result of pouring fireplace oil that was burning.

I also became, my father was disciplined by his people, every student who violated must be punished by him, and today I am also affected. But if you think why you should be afraid, then I'm not wrong.

Even if I try to assume what happened with Iwan earlier need not be thought about, in fact there is a next lesson my brain can not consent. Even had to reprimand Mr. Heri Mapel History teacher, even though the subjects were very I like.

When the bell rang home rushed I tidied the book and left the class, outside it turned out Iwan Endut was waiting, my chest pounded also at first, but this time it looked different, not as bad as before. His face was down and pale. As soon as I saw him he put his hand out.

"I'm sorry, yeah." he said slowly.

I pensively for a moment. Why these? How did his attitude suddenly change? But I finally welcomed the installment of his hand.

"Eh, what-what? There's nothing to apologize for" I replied.

Iwan looked speechless, he looked clumsy to act, some time his mouth opened again.

"Thank you, I'm really sorry.. Don't tell your father what happened...."

I'm nodding. "Say what Wan? No one needs the cave of the same number Father is. kakata temen." said I try to eliminate the unpleasant feelings that are clearly being felt.

Iwan's face looked cheerful, he must be relieved to hear my answer just now.

"Yes, the cave admitted, the cave was quite emotional, indeed the wrong cave, was ditching the second hour lesson, but well the name was also emotional, so his mind was short." he explained. "And that was you know how the cave can even nantangin you duel, ah really-not so good it becomes.." he continued later.

The atmosphere between me and Iwan is melting again. After talking long and wide enough, Iwanpun pamit passed home.

I also rushed to the garage where I put my bike. On the way home, paddling my mind back to the events I experienced today.

Maybe Iwan thought with his action against me earlier, and was afraid I reported to my father, so worried that it would lead to more severe punishment will be received, he said, though all this time I never played report with all the activities of children who sometimes nosy disturb. Besides my association with friends of fellow peers. It doesn't feel like carrying an old man. Well, never mind, at least now there's no more trouble between me and Iwan Endut.

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