Naomi: Why There Must Be Love Among Us!
Part 4: Learning to read.

Week before. Twelve o'clock a quarter. Located in the third classroom. Indonesian Language Lessons. The teacher is pushing the children to read. Naomi just finished reading it. The story of poor Mr. Grasshopper is the title of the story they are reading.

As for how the mother teacher rotates the children adjusted to their sitting position. So after Naomi who got a turn of course...

Space is silent.

Though the teacher had called many times, asking the child to continue the task of reading. The summoned one just bowed and silently pegged. Naomi nudges. The silent child did not budge.

The teacher stood up. The child gasped. His eyes blinked repeatedly. Upset, Naomi responded with a pinch directed at the child's waist. Usually, the child will respond by complaining of pain, but once, no.

Now, the teacher is standing in front of the child. "You can't read yet?" ask the teacher.

Once the child is not silent even though he does not speak he prefers to respond to the question with a slow nod of the head.

It is clear that he is ashamed.

The teacher sighed. Naomi turns shocked. Some of the students laughed. The child dyed right-left, clumsy, the feeling of embarrassment more clearly drawn.

Naomi also stood up while shaking her waist, staring fiercely, she pointed to one of the children who laughed the loudest. "What's wrong if he can't read!? What is sin!?"

"Sin is not but bego," quipped the child giggling. Naomi nodded to fight. But the teacher held back.

"It's okay if you can't today. You can learn, the important thing is you provide a little time, surely you can." The teacher gently patted the child's arm, calming. "Naomi wants to teach right," The teacher glanced at Naomi. Naomi, without a second thought, immediately responded with a head nod.

"Anybody else can't read?" The teacher asked the students. Not a single child responded, but several children were seen glancing uneasily.

"Not to be ashamed, you are no more stupid than those who can read, you just have to give a little time. Yeah, like less playtime. Just a little. Surely can. Come on, who can't read!?" And it seemed like the teacher could understand the unease.

Not intermittently then some children were seen raising their index fingers. The teacher also counted. It turned out that more than ten children were brandishing their fingers. The teacher nodded his head.

"So you have an idea, just like Naomi asked me to teach Ipet to read. The same thing I asked my boyfriend who his friend could not read, how would you?" The teacher offers a solution.

"Where do you learn, ma'am?" One of the students asked. "In school it can, at home it can." Said the teacher. It looks like the boy is nodding. "Where? You guys are ready, right?" The teacher repeated the question. The children appear to nod their heads.

"It's been a week from now I hope everyone can read yes." The teacher clapped his hand.

Along with the clap of the hand the school bell rang. School hours are over. The kids started to write the book. The teacher turned around, returned to the table, tidied up her teaching supplies. One of the students went to the front of the class, today it was his turn to lead the prayer home.

But before he did his duty, the teacher rebuked him, "Andre the fool does not exist. They just give less time to study more diligently. Understand?!"

It turned out that he was the kid who laughed the hardest. Andreas, his full name. By his friends he is often called, Andre. He also nodded his head.

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"B-w... A! R-l... Ru! Read, New. S-a... Sa! Wh-a... Ja! Read, Only. Just now!" With a stammer of lips it spelled out a series of letters written on a medium-sized blackboard propped up against the wall.

The speller was none other than the boy, Ipet. On the right side of the boy, Naomi, who served as a teacher, sat down cross-legged, with one hand holding the ruler she was pointing at the board, to produce a voice, tek-tek-tek...

The boy managed to complete the rote. The teacher, Naomi, seemed to be smiling with satisfaction. A minute later, a middle-aged woman, from inside the house, came along with a plate of fried bananas as well as a small pot of warm sweet tea.

The fry and the small teapot he placed on a wooden table which is usually positioned in the place where the blackboard is placed but by Naomi the wooden table he deliberately shifted closer to the door, in addition to putting the whiteboard of course to be wider, he thought.

The boy immediately turned his gaze towards the wooden table while swallowing his saliva of course. No doubt the middle-aged woman blushed funny.

Moreover, with the eye lotto of the teacher who stared fiercely at the boy who had not previously seen from the plate.

The virgin mendehem. The boy glanced at meekly shrieking, a fierce smile on his lips.

"You finish everything first and then you can eat." the virgin's command, Naomi, still with eyes glaring and a ruler pointed to the boy's face.

There was a head that nodded softly.

Not two hours ago, he had lunch together. How could it be... Perhaps this is what is called still in the time of growth.

Not wanting to interfere, the middle-aged woman chose to go back into the house. "Should smooth! Can't stammer like that!" Again the language coming out of the virgin's lips is a command. "Unclear...!"

Faced with a nod of the head.

"Read..." Guess Naomi with a ruler that was snapped to the board.

"B-u... Ma! D-i... On! Budi Read!" The boy spelled the word on the board.

Meanwhile somewhere else.

The clock on the wall has pointed to four o'clock over a quarter. This is somehow to how many times you allow her to look at the wall clock. Until a young man walked into the house. He stepped up exhausted. The young man was named, Son. He's the second kid. You call, ask. "Have you met!?"

The prince shook his head.

"What don't-don't..." His face turned anxious. The prince understood the meaning of the facial mimic change. The prince was angry. "Later if he comes home scolded! I'm tired of looking everywhere!"

"So her schoolmate said she went home with Naomi. He said, study together." A virgin came in. By the father of the virgin was also assigned to search. She's named, Shanty, the fourth child.

"Naomi who!?" Ask Father.

"Yes, his classmate." snorted Shanty.

"Sir, whose son!?" father Error .

"Yes, it's his parents." The prince chimed in as good as his bidat. Shanty giggles funny. Father shakes.

"Where's the house!?" Asked a middle-aged woman who had appeared from the direction of the main room. She is a mother. But not a real mother. She is a connecting mother. When he married his father, he was twenty-one years old. She was twelve years old with her first child.

"It must still be on earth" said Shanty.

Father widened. "Reading!? He hasn't been..."

"Not yet! Last time Indonesian subjects, same mother teacher, she was asked to read. But apparently he can't read. Said his friend, besides him, there were ten children who could not read. So the teacher asked my fellow students from every child who could not read to be taught to read. Well, Naomi's her best friend. Naomi's son is smart, beautiful, and also always a class champion, even though champion two." Shanty explained at length.

"Well, can not read but the ranking in the report is not very ugly, can rank ten more. " Mommy was curious.

"That means he's a genius kid!" kekeh Shanty gave a thumbs up. You laughed ngakak.

"The work of playing is only, genius from Hong Kong!" sindir Putera's.

"That's where you used to live in class!" reply Shanty. "That's why I never stayed in class!" Upset the Prince retorted back, as his tongue burst out.

"I'm staying in class because I'm not old enough not because of bego!" shanty Grunts.

The prince rose to his feet like this people do not accept bego. Mr. melerai. "Already! It's already! How to be on ngawur! Pick up the kids, what time is it!?"

Another virgin ran into the house screaming for the second child's name. She's named, Anna, third child.

"What!!!" The prince shouted in annoyance.

"That Ipet fight!" Anna is pointing out of the house. The one inside the house was shocked. "Biantem!?"

"Yes, he's raging when he can't read!" snort Anna with her chest up and down. Father stood up.

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Someone else has the law! Not allowed to leave the house until the deadline has not been determined! This is already the weekend. Usually, if it has been this weekend, the child will play all day with his friend. But in relation to the punishment, the child is usually just lying down in the room. Counting resting the body as well, because yesterday afternoon he was quite pol-polan also work out his body (-sudden blah as good as his jidat!)

One knocked on the door, calling. The one inside said lazy. "There's your friend, deck."

"I'm not allowed to play, father." exclaimed inside. "Otherwise, he said he wanted to study together."

"It's Saturday!" the exclamation inside was still firmly lying on the bed. "Who said Wednesday!?"

"Who the hell!?" the inside fun.

"Naomi! Name's Naomi! Your girlfriend is!?" The one outside intentionally made a loud noise. Because the father who was also lying in the next room reacted, he hurriedly moved, until jumping too instead, rushing out of the room. Likewise with the person accused of being intertwined with the taste, he jumped, pulling the door. "Kok he knows it's here!?"

"That I'm a shaman can read people's minds!" the one who called. "The man was waiting on the porch."

"Who's Brother!?" Ask the man from the door. Sis, what was meant was Tina; she, the firstborn; now she was in junior high school, third grade. Another year will go to high school. "Tyson's schoolmate" said Tina. That's Tyson's name referring to the boy but the father doesn't go home. "Tyson who!?"

"Well," Brother pointed to the character in question. "That son of a man is not Tyson's name."

Father nodded in understanding. "His race is waiting outside." Said the brother pointing towards the terrace. Mr. wiggling no provisions. "Prospective ghost yes, sir." There's a voice acting out. Surprised you're not a bitch.

It turns out the Prince. He appeared from behind while carrying a dinner plate. "Your bald ghost candidate!" The brother who responded fiercely while walking towards the front porch. On the front porch, Naomi talks to Shanty. "What do you want Naomi to drink?" Brother polite. But Shanty's the prick. "In the kitchen there's syrup!?"

"Ada!?" Brother said as good as his mouth. "May dong one!" Shanty believes it again. "If you dare to ask the same father. " Sister accused amused. Shanty shrieking. "Sister, yesterday you fought yes," Naomi asked the others. Shanty and Tina were shocked together, but not because Naomi knew of the event, but because the mention of the word 'Abang' that suddenly made them shocked together. Since when did the bald devil say 'Abang' who calls a beautiful girl like this again!?

"Yes, brother, Shanty said..." No Naomi finished the talk from inside the person in question was nongol. "Don't hear him talk! Liar to him!" Pursue fiercely into Shanty.

"What you're fighting about," Shanty swept the plan. "That's a lot of witness!" Shanty points outside the fence at friends who are waiting outside. "Pet, girl you are, yes" Someone shouted from outside the fence.

"Well, why!?" The accused even songong but only briefly because from behind his ears hit by a jewel. "Oh, ouch, sick, sir!"

"If it's good, donut bread is his name." Shanty said giggling. "Oh yeah I brought you donuts. Made by my mother, said my mother, share it with you." Naomi said pulling a package that she had placed on the table. The one who was excited was Shanty. Likewise with friends who wait outside the fence; they also berscie-cie-an ria.

The one who was given a pretentious stock with a head that was nodding, so authoritative. "Say what!?" Father's response. "It's a gift because you taught me to ride a bike" Naomi said. The gift even widened confused, when I taught to ride a bike instead of yesterday...

Shanty went ahead, "didn't you teach him to read yesterday?! He can't yet..."

"Who said I can't read!? Look at this..." The boy acted, the newspaper on the table he was sambar, then he read aloud. The kids are confused. "Aren't you!?"

"Well, you can read yesterday, he said..." Shanty is confused. Naomi blushed funny. The boy puffed his chest. Tina, the elder sister nodded proudly. You complain of the chest, it turns out that his son is not as stupid as people accuse, cook already third class can not read, what the world says!?

"But yesterday said Noel," Shanty was still confused. "Si Noel you hear, no, the guy's mouth can't be trusted! Yes, no, Nom." The boy was acting. Naomi nodded but hesitated.

"Bag me also bring this for you," Naomi opened her backpack and was about to pull out something but Shanty stifled. "Abang!? You call him, brother!? What brother!? Brocker brother!" ledek Shanty's. Friends outside the fence are girly. "Abang bakso.." There are even those who sing like possessed people.

"He said at home he was called Brother" Naomi pointed out in confusion. "Abang, Brother what the fuck..." The prince who came from behind was acting all around, seemingly not accepting him.

"Eh, little boy don't act like your brother... Brother Akunya! Prince patted the chest. "Yes, Brother conch!" Ejek Shanty's. Naomi pulled something back from her backpack. "Now, you'll like it..." Naomi said she handed me something.

A stack of books, more precisely a stack of picture story books, the title is Mahabarata, the work of R. A. Cossever. "This movie is on television." Shanty said.

Naomi nodded her head. Shanty. "Until the end yes,"

"It's not yet but at home there is," Naomi said. Shanty nodded. "What do you borrow!?" Tina responded. "This is what I love you about because I have a twin." Sahut Naomi's.

The one who was given extended his hand. Naomi handed me some volumes. There are more than five volumes. From the first edition to the fifth edition. "Let's borrow it, Dek." Shanty.

"Borrow, rent" said the gift. Shanty snorted in annoyance. Naomi smiled faintly.

He nodded and then turned his body into the house. Tina Pun. "So soon, you'll get me a drink."

The prince drew closer a glance at the comic in hand, praising the comic cover. "The picture is cool." The one who was given the gift nodded. Not long ago the comic had moved; from one hand to the other; including to friends who had been waiting outside the fence.

They were amazed not at the story but also at the pictures painted on the page. Until the afternoon approached, Naomi was allowed to return home. Naomi went home. I asked Naomi to be accompanied. Who accompanied not only Ipet his compatriot but also accompanied the Prince, and Shanty and other friends. They said they wanted to see the advanced series of the comic book.

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