Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar
The Curse of Yesterday for Tomorrow

The English lesson is the last one for today. That means they will now be taught by the Caca Ustadzah. Ustadzah Intan can take a picket schedule in the BP room, all while resting. No student is more proficient in English in Ali's class than Disha. And Disha will always take his chance to shine. Strangely not today. From the way Zia can see that Disha wants this day to be finished quickly. When Ustadzah Caca said, who has completed the task can go home first, Disha who responds most vigorously. Disha finished the fastest and she rushed out of class.

But the difference is not long. The bell went home from school and it sounded like the other class children had been scattered out. Ali immediately picked up Aira's bag containing Disha's uniform. “Let me take the” Ali said.

“Ah.. is nothing. I can myself”

“No, let me. Anyway, I have a share why you got the law yesterday” said Ali flat.

“Whuidiih.. ge-er really bang!”sahut Aira did not accept. But her cheeks blushed red. “Ya already then this is also all” said Aira while putting a bag containing her textbook into Ali's embrace. Ali just laughed. Zia also laughed at Ali who was staggering.

“Where are you going?”ask Zia.

“Ke BP room, balikin uniform. Want to come?”

“Ih.. males bangeet.emang not enough kemaren messing to BP room. I went back first ya” said Zia while rushing out. But before he took the time to tease his best friend. “emang so unfortunately you are the same Aira, until you want to be told to bring a bag.”

“Apaan anyway, Zia! Rese deh.” shouted Aira while pretending to be shaking Zia's head. Turns out he listened. Zia simply chuckled while avoiding Aira and rushed out. Ali tried to follow. The bags are heavy. Ali was tired of carrying both Aira bags, plus his own backpack that was hanging on his back.

“Could not?” ask Aira naughty.

“Could you! Make a guy like this mah lightly” said Ali cocky.

“Oh.. still want to talk about men who are better than women” respond Aira does not accept.

“Enggaak..” sahut Ali brief. Aira doesn't have to prove anything to be the best for me, Ali thought.

Ali actually wanted to linger walking with Aira. It's just that the bags he carried felt the longer the rice alone. Inevitably Ali also accelerated his steps to the BP room. There's an Intan Ustadzah that's picketed today. So there shouldn't be many questions, Ali thought.

Aira's father observed Ali and Aira who were walking towards the BP room. Today he decided to replace his wife to pick up his only child. For some reason, after Aira reported to him about what he had done yesterday, Aira's father had a hunch that today would receive the consequences. He wanted to call his son, indicating that he had come to pick him up. But seeing the Aira bag that Ali was carrying, he undoes his intentions. Aira's father believes his son will be embarrassed if he is found out his bag was brought by Ali.

“Come on, Mother. Never mind, let's just go home. This is so embarasing” said Disha as Ali and Aira opened the door to BP's room.

“Cannot. Grandma can't let all this go. You stay there, Disha. Ustadzah should not let my granddaughter be flirted with so. Children's delinquency can become more so if left unchecked. Now just use water. Only god knows what next. Can't! The child must be punished to be deterred. Let no other child imitate” said Granny Disha loudly. He was fully facing the direction of Intan's ustadzah, unaware that anything was coming.

“Quiet first, Grandma. Let's sit down first. We are talking slowly”sahut Ustadzah Intan. But his attention was not entirely on Grandma Disha, his eyes welcoming Aira who had just opened the door. He wanted to scream at Aira not to go in first. But late. His glance at the door made Grandma Disha turn her body towards the door.

It seems like something is wrong, thought Aira's father who was observing his son hesitatingly entering the BP room. And when he saw Grandma Disha coming out of the BP room while pointing her index finger at Aira, Aira's father became convinced his premonition was right. He rushed to his son.

“Well, well,well, look who's coming. It so happens that” Grandma Disha said as soon as she saw Aira's father rushing over. “Ustadzah Intan” said Grandma as she stared at the door of the BP Room, where Ustadzah Intan was standing nervously. It was not only Grandma Disha's gaze that made her nervous, but also the other people in the courtyard who were watching, especially the parents who were picking her up.

“I think we all agree children's education is our responsibility. We are often wrong for overindulging our children. Freeing them from doing what they want, then forgiving them if they make a mistake. Even clean up their mess after every trouble they made! Children should be taught to accept the consequences of their actions. So that they can learn from their mistakes.” Connect Grandma Disha with a voice that is deliberately hardened so that Aira's father also hears.

“And I think Aira's father also agrees with us, not so pak” said Grandma Disha again. This time his gaze was instantly fixed on the eyes of Aira's father. Aira's father did not comment. His two hands immediately clasped Aira's shoulders and tightened them onto his body. The two boy's fathers fell silent, as if bewitched and just stared at Grandma Disha's face. Ali just watched everything that happened. All the weight of the bags he was carrying seemed to be no longer felt.

Disha simply closed her face tightly in shame with all the eyes watching them. If this morning I could have told Aira that this was all going to happen, her grandmother would have come and demanded an explanation for yesterday's events, maybe this commotion could have been avoided. Why is it so hard to talk to Aira, he thought.

“True, once Grandma. The education of children is indeed our shared responsibility, so we need to set a good example” said Ustadzah Intan. “Right now we look good solely because God covers our disgrace. So how about we just talk about this inside. Let it not be a slander and disgrace. Shame on us, Grandma, this rowdy looks a lot of people” persuaded Ustadzah Intan.

Grandma just nodded slowly. Then Disha swiftly led her Grandmother back into the BP room. Aira's father and son followed with a heavy heart. But they realized they had to go mad without being told. Ali was confused as to how. He wondered if he was also allowed to enter. But eventually Ali came in too, at his own discretion, without asking anyone for permission.

The blinds that prevented Ali, Aira and Zia from seeing what Ustadz Shawab was doing to Handoko were currently wide open. The UKS treatment plant where all the liberation drama yesterday happened, stood there without taking any trace. Ali realized that there was a door to another room behind the curtain. It seemed like the door was attached to a permanent wall to divide the room in two. Above door written “Lactation” Room. Ustadzah Intan invited Grandma Disha and Father Aira to enter the room. There are two doors that are limiting now. Hopefully all the voices that will come out of this room will not be heard out, thought Ustadzah Intan.

Ali sat on the bench and put down all the bags he was carrying. He did not expect to have to sit on the same bench for two consecutive days. Experiencing the same anxiety, even for different reasons. At that time Ali was living alone in the BP room. He himself was not sure how long he would have to wait. But Ali also wanted to know what exactly was going on in there.

Ustadz Shawab went into BP's room. He was also shocked to see Ali there. “Eh, there's Ali. Why are you here” tanya brief, typical Ustadz Shawab. Ali then told me what happened. Ustadz Shawab was just a beard, weighing what he should do. Aira and Disha are two students of Ustadzah Intan class. He must have been able to overcome this on his own, thought Ustadz Shawab.

“Yes already, here is the uniform, let Ustadz save. Aira's bag you just put it on that bench. Then you just go home” he told Ali. Ali obeyed, but he walked out reluctantly. Ustadz Shawab's right hand held Ali's shoulder, then guided Ali to hurry to the exit. It is not good for children to listen to adult quarrels, thought Ustadz Shawab. “Who picked you up today? Dad?” ask Ustadz Shawab. Ali just nodded.

When the door opened, Handoko's father was already standing gallantly in front of the door. His face was ready for war. Handoko just hid behind her father while peeking. Not only Ali, Ustadz Shawab was also shocked, not ready to face this surprise.

Actually this is not the first incident Ustadz Shawab had to face the guardians of students who came like people calling for war. He already has experience. Even his experience has been used as a pilot if someday not himself, but other ustadz who have to face situations like this. The first step will always be the same. Calm down, then isolate the guardian of the student in a place where his voice does not invite suspicion and curiosity of others around, parents and other students. Especially the other students.

The problem is “ isolation” space that has been provided is being used by Ustadzah Intan. Ustadz Shawab he has to think fast. The principal's room was thought of the first time by him. He had not had time to say anything, Handoko's father had already snapped.

“Ustadz who became BP teacher here huh?

New guy or been here a long time?

Why yesterday my son can get to that?”