Stuck With My First Love
The Nasi Liwet Drama

During class X, I followed two extracurriculars. Scouts and PMRs. Arsy, Anti, Dedi and Coco are also in the group. The reason I joined the two exkul, one of them was because Ilam brother, my cousin's brother who is also a senior Scout and PMR at school. He is very active in organizing. His communication skills have also grown rapidly since taking part in the excul. I also want to add to the experience and coincidentally also many of my friends who participated so I finally pursue the two excules. Oya, for the scouts at my school it is mandatory so all X class students are required to participate in scout training every Friday at 13:00 noon. While PMR is the choice I choose.

Usually after participating in several PMR exercises, at the beginning of the semester held the New PMR Junior Inauguration event, OPAB (Oriation and Inauguration of New Members). The event was held after the 1st Semester Central Exam, on Saturday Sunday. The event is held from Saturday afternoon to Sunday afternoon.

The event began with an opening ceremony in the school grounds. We PMR juniors lined up neatly. There were about 70 X class children. For the preferred size of the excrement, such participants are the most. Because the PMR in my school is the most interested. Understand it, because PMR school is one of the best in my city. We often contest and win provincial PMR championships. Even then, my PMR was the general champion holder of JUMBARA (Jumpa Bhakti and Gembira) provincial PMR. The Governor's rotating trophy which is almost 1 meter tall is neatly displayed in my school cup window. That's why I'm proud to be a PMR junior.

After the opening ceremony was over, we were asked to sit for a moment after weary standing during the ceremony. Everywhere whose name stands during the ceremony is the most tiring and boring thing. We had to stand tall with perfect attitude during the ceremony.

As soon as the committee allowed us to take shelter around the ceremonial ground, Anti and I ran straight towards the banyan tree at the back not far from where I was marching. Coincidentally Dedi, Coco and some of my other friends also chose to take shelter there.

The next show is a treatical drama played by the senior brother of PMR. A drama that tells the story of the struggle for Indonesian independence. There are those who act as heroes and some who act as Dutch colonizers. I can see, senior brothers are very totality preparing for the drama. Those who become heroes, look dyed face with black ink like soldiers who fight. They also carried scout sticks that were transformed into pointed bamboo. They wear costumes that seem to depict ancient heroes. Black pants, tattered white camping t-shirt, sarong and peci. While those who acted as invaders, I saw carrying a long-barreled toy gun that is usually used by small children in shootouts. They also wore a loreng-like costume of Dutch soldiers complete with boots.

The drama begins with a narration recited by a pre-recorded senior brother. Seemed some people were carrying burlap sacks on a limped path. Dutch soldiers then came while kicking the hobbled commoners earlier.

The scene of each scene is very well presented. The backsound that accompanies this drama is also in my opinion good.As if to describe the oppression and struggle against the Dutch.

When the scene of resistance against the Dutch arrived, I was shocked to scream. Because senior brother used a bamboo cannon whose thumping sound was very thunderous. Dedi and Coco laughed at me because I was screaming. His name is shocked too. It is natural to have a yelling reflex.

The resistance scene looked very exciting because senior brother ran to and fro like a brawler. Mutual fistfights. Not really, of course. A red smoke bomb was also thrown into the field, thus adding to the impression as if a battle had actually taken place. During the battle, the backsound used seemed convincing. It made us who were watching drift into the drama.

In the midst of the Indonesian-Dutch fighting scene, it appears that some senior members of the PMR acting as independence PMI, came carrying stretchers, carrying wounded fighters. It is described as a fighter who broke a leg, broke a hand and was injured in several parts of his body. The fighter received emergency first aid.

I admit that the teratical drama is very exciting and good. Senior brother prepared it very thoroughly. There's hardly any blame. Although there are also some funny scenes such as when the senior brother carrying a stretcher was about to lift the injured patient, but because it was not strong eventually the patient fell. Me and my friends laughed when they saw it. Poor senior brother who became a patient. It doesn't even hurt because of the fall.

After the theatrical drama, the show continued group division. It was then that suddenly a senior brother shouted out very loudly, asking for us to gather again to the middle of the field. He also counts down. Makes me and my friends who are still engrossed in the shade of rags run towards the source of the sound. After we lined up neatly, senior brother asked us to count 1-10 and repeated. I'm part number 5. It turned out that the number was used as a benchmark for us who have the same number joined into one group. I'm in a group with Arsy and Coco and a few other friends. There were 7 children in my group. Three guys and four girls including me.

The next event is the material and direction of the PMR Builder for almost 1 hour. Then the ishoma event. During the dinner, we were gathered on a tennis court, a court that is usually used for PMR exercises. We are collected based on groups. Each group provided a bamboo container containing food.

Being a junior is not wearing. We've always been a senior brother's game. Feeling in ospek again by senior brother. How not, we were asked to stand around the bamboo slap, then in three counts had to sit down to eat. We sit down in unison. All participants. If anyone misses the cue, then we have to stand up again until all the children follow the instructions well. We repeated that standing sitting up 4-5 times. Makes me and my friends grunt.

Dinner at the time was pretty good. The menu is rice. With chicken side dishes and boiled eggs and some vegetables consist of cucumbers and basil leaves and tomato sauce. I see friends also enjoying the dinner provided by the committee.

“Nasinya pretty nih”ucap Arsy slowly

“Iya.enac. The chicken is also tender and savory”

“Iya.ya”

Each group should eat together in that one slap. And spend all the rice and side dishes provided. We spoke in a soft voice so as not to be scolded by senior brother. Because the group next to me who chatted loudly, considered disturbing the other group and finally they were sentenced to their meal time reduced by 5 minutes.

We had dinner for 30 minutes. Somewhat long, because the rice provided quite a lot. I can't imagine if I had to spend that rice alone. I'm definitely not going to be strong. Moreover, we were only given one glass of mineral water to drink. I may vomit because of the satiety.

“Your meal time is only five minutes away” shouted one of the senior brothers.

“Whataaa?” yell at friends almost simultaneously.

“Wah.kak add time dong. This is so much thanks to the protest of one of my fellow juniors.

“Iya kak” exciting others

The mood turned rowdy. Real crowded. Because my fellow juniors protested to senior brother.

“Ya already..i added..2 minutes”replied another senior sister

“Yahhh..cook only 2 minutes.10 minutes away..10 minutes”tawar my friend.

As the atmosphere turned uncontrollable, the time bargain had a dead end. The Chairman of the PMR at that time, Ilham immediately mediated the situation.

“Entertainment allanyaa” shouted brother Ilham. His bass voice, it sounded thunderous breaking the crowd. Make all of us guts, junior PMR instantly shrivelled. The instantly silent atmosphere of no one dared to open his mouth to protest. I was immediately scared when I heard the voice of Ilham's brother screaming. Not surprisingly, Ilham's brother who is usually cheap to smile and likes to joke, can be as firm as that.

“Your time is 5 minutes from now. If until the deadline there are still those who have not finished their food then a group will receive punishment. Mengertiii” said brother Ilham firmly.

“Understanding kak” reply all junior PMR.

“Gawat.nasi still many” exclamation Intan panic.

I also panicked because our rice was still quite a lot. We all panicked.

“Petan Co, Ar, Tan.you guys finish the rice” I shouted at Coco, Arsy and Titan. Three guys that are in a group with me.

I actually feel sorry for the three of them. But what else. We were punished for not eating. We're forced. Arsy was so excited, up to use his five fingers to scoop up the rice. Coco also saw her mouth full of food. Chewing with difficulty. Me and the four girls in my group also helped, but of course we couldn't eat as much as a boy. My stomach was really full.

“10..9..”

Senior brother is getting heartless. Counting down when our meal time was less than 10 seconds. Fortunately my group rice is gone.

“8..7..6..”

“Bentar brother.don't hurry”

“5..4..3..2..1”

“Yak, Time is up.Please let all of you stand facing me. Leave food. Senior brothers please check the look of which group has not been exhausted” brother Ilham's orders

This time the sound of brother Ilham sounded more relaxed, making the atmosphere not miserable earlier. When Ilham shouted earlier. I saw Coco standing next to me. His mouth was full of food. Even some rice had not entered his mouth. I chuckled to see him who was usually neat as a straw like that.

“What's there funny de’?” ask Mr. Prita, one of the most killer senior girls among senior PMR girls.

“Ga kak”I replied with my mouth still full of food.

“What is the nasi still lacking?”

“Ga brother, thanks”

This senior brother why is jutek so much the same as me? Cook a laugh so scolded? I confused myself.

All the pieces are finished being checked. There are only 2 groups that have not finished their food.

“For 2 unfinished groups, as I said, there is a penalty for you. You are my law..”ucap brother Ilham. My heart was in awe of what punishment senior brother had given the group.

All seemed to be seriously listening to the punishment of brother Ilham.

“Spend your food again within 5 minutes” said Kak Ilham

Yahhh.kirain what punishment? The punishment was heavy. Very nice punishment. That's why my group didn't have to hurry.

“Cock punishment easy brother.ga fair dong. We've been desperately spending food” protesting my friends

“Iya kak” says to my other friends.

“Why are you protesting? Want me to law one more meal?”exclaim brother Ilham

“Wahh.ga brother.ga so..ga so”

This brother Ilham is hard to guess. Sometimes I joke. Once joking but seriously even make horrified.