Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar
The Three Old Friends Meeting

Disha was relieved when her Grandmother was willing to join Intan's body to BP's room, without noise, without sound. Disha courteously helped her grandmother sit on the floor. There were no chairs in the room, just a padded carpet and a few pillows stacked in one corner of the carpet. Disha offered one of the pillows to her Grandma but was rejected. Disha's heart is still beating fast even though it's not like it was outside. It's safer here, indoors. Whatever shameful words that came out of Grandma's mouth didn't sound to anyone, Disha thought.

Aira's father was still holding onto Aira's shoulder which was walking in front of her as she walked into the room. From the anger in his chest, it was uncertain whether he was protecting Aira or even taking refuge in Aira so that he did not vent his anger. Aira's father took a seat after Ustadzah Intan invited him and his son. The room was not large, as everyone sat in a circle on the floor, Aira's knees almost came into contact with Disha's knees. Aira's father noticed her son did not mind sitting that close to Disha at all. He concluded that there was no problem among the children.

“Alhamdulillaah, Grandma is still strong, still healthy” said Ustadzah Intan trying to relieve tension. “Don't be angry Nek, not good for health” continued with a friendly smile.

“Ustadzah think it alone! Who is not gonna mad watching their kids being bullied! No matter how angry Mother Disha was, she never punished Disha physically. Never!”

“No one hits Disha, kok Nek. Disha Just watered”

“Cuma watered? Justjust anyone? It's great Ustadzah said! So students who are demo again used water cannon is also just doused donk?”

“Ah, not so much Nek. Watered was not hard” respond Ustadzah Intan smiled. It is also difficult to deal with grandmothers who are more like this, he thought. “No one got sick ‘kan Disha” asked Ustadzah Intan. Disha hesitantly nodded. She was afraid of being blamed by Grandma for saying yes.

“Aira is not a bad boy, Grandma. Just this time he had a strange behavior like this“ said Ustadzah Intan as he stared intently at Aira. Aira immediately lowered her head, avoiding the gaze of Ustadzah Intan. She's afraid. Aira knew she was wrong. “I believe Aira won't do this again to Disha, or to anyone. Right ‘kan Aira?” ustadzah Intan. The person asked could only nod nervously.

“So, just like that, huh? Forgiven you so? Not given any punishment? So yummy! That is the education of children today. Too mushy. If children make mistakes, they are forgiven and left alone. Hardly a trace. Tomorrow he will repeat it again. Bully again. If punished harshly, children who like to bully will be afraid even if no teacher sees. In my school days, children like this have been hit with rattan. Till imprint!”

“I'm sorry, Grandma. My son is wrong, but he's not a bully. Aira has never been like this before. Maybe at that time Aira's emotions were a little provoked by”

“Oh, so according to this Father because of Disha who provoked Aira emotions? So” respond Granny sewot.

“Not so I mean. But maybe so ‘kan” said Aira's father. Grandma was getting sewed and ready to snap again. But Aira's father hurriedly continued “But Aira was wrong.anywhere should he be able to control himself” he said while glancing sharply at Aira.

“I promise to take care of my child even better. Insyaallaah there will be no such thing again. I hope it doesn't. If until the incident again.”sata Aira's father with a furious tone, while looking at Aira, patted Aira's shoulder. “Entah what punishment he will receive. I myself will punish him.” Aira's afraid not to play. Disha thought she would be happy to see Aira like that. Apparently not, Disha feels sorry.

“Yesterday he was also punished, Grandma. Disha's dirty clothes I told Aira to wash herself, with her hands. Just dry it that can use the washing machine. Then he also ironed until neat. That's a long time, too. Until now Isya has not been around. Thank God too, there is a silver lining of this incident” said Aira's father with a more friendly face. “Aira so can wash and iron yourself” he continued with a smile.

“Truly, Ra? You can iron yourself” asked Disha in disbelief.

“Ya. so can. Even if you have to repeat it a number of times. Eh. pas I want to give to you, instead you tell bring it to BP aja” replied Aira

“Ooh.. pantesan this morning you directly jutek. I don't know”

“Tuh, Grandma. Listen to yourself ‘kan. The water has been punished. I promise I won't repeat it again. No more problems ‘kan? These kids are getting along, our more mature cook can't.”

“The generation of grandmothers who educate us now, so we don't have to be hit to understand. And that's what we're trying to continue with the kids right now. We all want our children to be a gentle and gentle generation. Sufficiently understand. So far, I think it has been very good. This school has helped us to educate the generation as we expected. Punishment is necessary, but making an educating punishment more important” Aira's father said again.

“Yaa. maybe so. Insyaallaah. We really want our children to be a polite, patient generation..””.

“Ustadz who became BP teacher here huh?

New guy or been here a long time?

Why yesterday my son can get to that?”

That loud shout from outside cut through Grandma's words. Everyone in the room was silent. I wonder what happened outside. There was a faint sound of Ustadz Shawab. Then I heard another scream.

“Indeed, it is impossible to keep an eye on children getting to the toilet. But Mr. ‘kan can prevent so that no child instigates his friend for his friend to do nothing. His job is Mr. ‘kan, as a BP teacher to improve children's morals. Especially those that have already broken.”

It's in the Toilet! Don't-don't .., Aira's mind just came to a conclusion. He rushed out of the room. His father was just dumbfounded to see his son who arrived to be sprightly. Ustadzah Intan also had the same conjecture as Aira. “Haduuh..what else is this..” he said lamenting to himself while stomping his head.

When Aira came out, all she saw was out of BP's room. Ali stood docked with Ustadz Shawab. The earthquake-bodied man in front of them seemed to be the one shouting. There's Handoko hiding behind that guy. So this is Handoko's father, it's worth it! Think Aira.

Aira's father hesitated to leave the room. He is not sure yet whether Grandma Disha can consider their problems finished. “maya. excuse me first”tujar Father Aira lirih. Grandma Disha just nodded slowly. Disha didn't seem to care, she was as curious as Aira's father about what was happening outside. But Disha did not dare to go out, leaving her grandmother alone with Ustadzah Intan. Ustadzah Intan seems to have reached the limit of his endurance. Two days in a row dealing with strange events with his students completely drained all of his mental endurance. He chose to stay in the room, ignoring what was going on outside. Although he was convinced it was a matter between Ali and Handoko, his students were as well.

The father who had been waiting in the yard so also noticed the origin of the screams. Once aware of coming from the door of BP's room, the feeling became unpleasant. He was worried that his bad premonition of Ali might come true. I rushed to the BP room. Anxiety instantly flooded his chest as soon as he saw Ali standing in front of the person who was shouting earlier. Standing position Ali yagn close his back to the stomach Ustadz Shawab explained that Ali was looking for protection.

“This must have been because of Ali the drunk boy. If he hadn't instigated my son, it wouldn't have been such a mess. Training adzan kok use the incandescent. Where is there such a way!” His father Handoko. Ustadz Shawab and Ali knew that Handoko's father had misunderstood. Only that they did not understand, why the story so deviated so far, to the point that they did not understand what Handoko's father told, let alone to straighten out misunderstandings.

“Om don't carelessly talk ya!” spray Aira while squandering out the BP room.

“Aira! Why the hell!” call Aira's father while hurrying to catch up with her son. He was shocked to see Aira's behavior. There were too many unexpected things Aira had done. Aira's father became a little worried that she was starting to no longer know her son.

“Already, sir. Don't fuss here. Embarrassed. Let's talk good in the principal's room. Let the atmosphere also cooler” said Ustadz Shawab, still in a calm tone.

“You whose name is Ali ya!” snarled Handoko's father at Ali. “You don't be friends with my son” anymore

“Wait a minute sir. What is this. Why did you suddenly snap at my son” said the father who had just come to the scene. Dad immediately stood between Handoko's father and Ali.

“Call!. Miss ‘kan? Why are you here” call Aira's father.

“Lho.. The star? You... your son goes to school here too” said Father Handoko. Pak Bintang only pointed towards Aira who was already in a ready-to-war attitude. “Kok you out of BP room?” ask Mr. Gilang again.

“Ooh.. You also want to protest the same BP teacher yes. This guy's not really working. Come on, let's go to the principal's room. We report everything, let him be fired all” said Mr Gilang without hesitation with the conclusion he just took.

For a moment, everything was still silent in the place of their respective establishment. Everyone is trying to figure out what exactly is going on. Ustadz Shawab was originally in motion. Poking out his hand, he allowed Pak Gilang to walk towards the principal's office while slowly accompanying him.

The Headmaster just happened to be out of the room to deliver Javin's father a goodbye. Javin's father was still scratching his eyebrows, hoping it could drive away his fatigue in leading the student parents' committee meeting. About the debate about the expenditure of the children's race can be so difficult. Though ‘kan it's their own children, Javin's father implied inexhaustible. Javin's father threw a smile at the approaching Ustadz Shawab. But he was shocked to see who Ustadz Shawab was coming with.

“Call? How are you here?” ask Javin's Dad .

“Lhaa.. There you too, Ga. What a coincidence. I just met a star too. Masyaallaah, it has been a long time the three of us did not meet.”

Mr. Bintang just shook his head a little to greet Mr. Rangga. Seeing the face of his friend who is tense, Mr. Rangga realized there seems to be an important problem. “kalo same star I have often met, Aira ‘kan was once the same class as Javin. Where are you going?” said Mr. Rangga.

“Lhaa. It!” said Mr. Gilang while pointing to Handoko. “”Han, there! you salim the same with Papa” he continued on Handoko. As soon as Handoko shakes hands with Mr. Rangga, everything calms down. It's like everything's normal again. People who had been watching because Mr. Gilang shouted, returned to their respective activities. There's nothing interesting to see.

“What the heck, your tumbens to school” asked Mr. Rangga.

“This, Handoko was raped by her friend in toilet”, said Mr. Gilang. His father, Ustadz Shawab, Aira and Ustadz Khairul were bewildered at Mr Gilang's indiscriminate comments. Only Mr. Star still heard with a flat expression. Mr. Rangga knows very well how the habits of Mr. Gilang, his best friend in college. Almost certainly every Gilang statement needs to be reviewed.

Mr. Rangga then whispered to Ustadz Khairul, and then he got another version of the story from the principal.

“Hah.. how can I?” mr. Rangga's screams were clearly too loud. But he immediately covered his mouth with his hands while continuing to hear the rest of the story from Ustadz Khairul. Dad, Ali, Aira and Ustadz Shawab were just small smiles seeing Mr. Rangga's response. Only Aira's father was still confused. While Mr. Gilang waited for Ustadz Khairul to finish his story confidently. Rangga will definitely support me this time. He ‘kan my friend, he thought.

Aira's father is convinced that his son will not tell her what really happened. If he wanted to, he would have told me about it since yesterday. So Aira's father took a rather radical initiative. “Li, why until you are so hostile like his father Handoko” asked. I pretended not to hear. Aira was shocked to hear her father's question. His feelings are mixed not because of.

Ali just waved her hand as a gesture she wanted to whisper something to Aira's father. Aira's father also said. Aira was shocked to see what was going on between Ali and her father. At first Mr. Star smiled a little while listening to the story that Ali whispered. Until finally Pak Bintang laughed out loud after hearing the story intact. Mr. Rangga who first heard the full story from Ustadz Khairul was briefly able to hold back laughter. But after hearing Mr. Star laugh, he was finally unable to hold it anymore. The sound of laughter filled the entire school.

“True ‘kan said! This BP teacher is not very good at keeping our children's morals from the bad influence of bad children. He should have been able to prevent this from happening since the registration of the new disciple. Children from troubled backgrounds do not need to be accepted” said Pak Gilang loudly.

“Sabar first. This is not a serious problem really, ha ha” said Mr. Rangga on the sidelines of his laughter.

“What's serious? If the handling was wrong yesterday, Handoko could die. Or maybe not able to have a child” Pak Gilang replied.

Pak Rangga and Pak Bintang actually laughed louder and louder to hear the words of Pak Gilang earlier. “Aaan anyway, what's funny” connect Pak Gilang do not accept.

“That's not how I mean” said Mr. Rangga while trying to control himself. “I agree with you about yesterday's dangerous incident and should not be repeated again”

“Naah. New name friends!” sahut Pak Gilang happy.

“But, you need to remember that Handoko accident can occur not just in children. Even students can experience the same. Ha ha ha” Mr. Rangga laughed again.

“As when we ate at Restaurant Padang, before we look for banana stems” timpal Pak Bintang which is connected with a more swift laughter from the mouth of Mr. Rangga. “Still remember also you Bin”. Until the next few seconds, Mr. Rangga and Mr. Bintang still continue their laughter.

“Ah.. that's different. That time ‘kan was really an accidental accident. If Handoko ‘kan deliberately instigated until he wants to do it”

“That's it, Lang. Much the same. Just like you want to forget the incident you said the accident was, we also want you to forget the incident yesterday. Already, just forgive me. Think of it as children's ridiculousness. Andia you raise this problem, you yourself will be ashamed. Do you want everyone to know about the accident at that padang restaurant?” pak Rangga.

“Emang what accident, anyway Pa?”ask Handoko. The same curiosity also bothered Ali, Dad and the others.

“Nothing! This is the cement Papa again fad aja ngegodain Papa”

“If you want to know the story, then go home just ask Mama ya Han” said Pak Bintang to Handoko.

“Do not! There's no need. It's already! Forget it” cut Mr Gilang.

“Partially if you want it, Mama doesn't exist! Again at Opa's house. Last night Mama was angry with Papa because Papa wanted to go to school today to anger Ali. Mama says if Papa stays at school, Mama wants to go to Opa's house. His father wanted to stay in school. So aja..”Handoko can not continue the story. His mouth was hurriedly closed by Mr. Gilang.

“Hush!. already, already. Let's go home.” said Mr. Gilang as he hurriedly walked, herding Handoko to the school gate. For a moment Mr. Gilang had looked back to nod towards Pak Rangga and Pak Bintang. Maybe it meant a farewell signal. At that time Handoko managed to release her father's hand that smothered her mouth.

“How would we go to Opa's house, Pa. Pick up Mama” said Handoko. His voice was too loud so everyone could listen. Mr. Rangga and Mr. Star laughed again.

“Greetings for Kiky, yes Lang!” yell, Mr. Star. Mr. Gilang simply waved his hand as he accelerated his steps towards the school gate.