The Struggle of a Child
Art that drives away tired
The canteen has now been completed. It was time for us all to enter the classroom.
"The jamming subjects' hours are over. Now we get into class." I muttered standing rushing in.
"Wait on! I tied my shoelaces first. It's about to take off the shoelaces" cried Septiani.
"Out of exercise, we eat snacks in the cafeteria. Didn't the teacher scold us?" I asked Widia to stand waiting for Septiani.
"Cong-a Liyan. Because after our sport there will be hours of rest" Widia replied straightforwardly.
"Why?" tanya Septiani surprised.
"Liyan, she's afraid, that the teacher will scold us for buying snacks in the cafeteria" Widia replied as she looked at me.
"Yes, I'm afraid" I said walking with them into the classroom.
"If we were to be angered by the teacher, there would be Fikri and Rasyd." Widia cut Septiani half way.
"Huh! Start." Septiani grinning.
"Here you go, don't make a fuss. We'll be late for class" I said, continuing my journey.
"Yuk, step out loud," Septiani casually invited.
The three of us started to shut up and walked into the classroom. The cold that possessed the tiny body forced me to concentrate on managing the move well. Exposure to sunlight directly through the earth makes both my pupils shrink.
Now the classroom was again crowded filled with students back. Teaching and learning activities are back at the beginning as before. My friend and I sat on the bench and took the book out of the bag and placed it on the table.
"Now we learn to draw" I whispered quietly to my two friends, Widia and Septiani.
"Paint my picture is there or not, is it?!" ask Septiani while remembering.
Widia and I pulled lips to hear it. "You like to play people with your stationery" Widia said.
"After that' I'll keep it," Septiani said as it is.
"Then why do you say that?" my many. "The last time you went to school didn't make rosters, did you?" I asked again as I continued on my way to the bench.
"Bet together!" Septiani flinching while remembering. "I always make up the roster at night. I remember entering it. But sometimes my brother he likes to play my bag and then take it out."
"Your sister's like you, too, huh?" my many.
"Like me? Like where am I anyway ?" septiani asked in confusion.
"Like to play with people from pencils or school tools" I replied.
Septiani then silently turned her lips forward and shook her head.
"It should be before you go to school that you double-check your bags. Someone is missing or not" said Widia looking towards Septiani.
"I'm lazy" Septiani replied nonchalantly entering her desk.
I just silently heard it while raising both my shoulders. As time went on, Widia and I got to the bench, as did the rest of the friends. We sat neatly and orderly while waiting for the teacher to continue with the next subject.
"Good morning, kids!" greet an art teacher entering our class with a smile to find our mood that has been tired of exercising. "It's still morning, isn't it?" he jokingly looked at us while putting the bag on the table.
"Mom thinks it's noon." Jokes also increasingly occur with a seductive tone of voice such as, the lessons he studied are, art, there is painting, singing and also embroidery . For what we are currently learning is that, drawing even, it is not uncommon for us to practice choirs to process our vocal sounds. Especially for children who participate in the choir.
"Waw, so much fun today," I shouted in excitement.
"Happy? What's so fun? You just got a present?! Can I see?" widia asked for an answer by ignoring my view.
"not prize. But today I drew. I love drawing" I replied happily.
"Hhhh!" Widia gawked to hear him she immediately turned her head. "What dream did you have last night? Today you love drawing."
"I have no dreams. This is Widia's reality. Today I want to draw," I said.
Widia only raised her lips slightly as a gesture that she thought I was joking. He was so indifferent that he would no longer look and listen to me. He kept opening the bag and took out the drawing book and watercolors and other stationery that I used to draw, so I closed my mouth and sat down on the bench and opened the book the image.
"Get out your books, yeah!" pinta Bu Damanik opened the book sheet located on his desk.
Damanik ma'am! we often call him that name because we prefer to call him Damanik. In fact, the name of our art teacher is Marnaik Parulian Damanik. The name is pretty good but we are so hard to mention.
Every time he comes into our class, he's always like that, joking and singing with his bat. No doubt we are all sometimes stunned to see it and also laugh at the joke that uses batak dialect. Especially, Solihin, he often played the word using Batak language with the mother until the guyonan that ended with laughter occurred. Often Solihin and bu Damanik look familiar like, a friend that is difficult to separate. Solihin who everyday like, comedian acting clearly he did not feel awkward and nervous when interacting with mom Damanik.
It was as if he had known our teacher for a long time. Whenever mom Damanik explained her subjects, she always used a style of language that did not bore us. He was also very good at being a teacher as well as a friend to us so that made us not so afraid of him even though, his face was so fierce.
His voice sounds loud. But his heart is so good. His sympathy was also very high. Especially for students who cannot draw or sing.
I admit, I was one of the students from so many of us who was not good at drawing. Especially if you are asked to draw people. I often get stuck in my nose and head, if Damanik's mom had told us to draw people, I would have been pretty and puffy. It is heavy that this heart hears that command.
However, Ms. Damanik did not bother with that one bit. He was pro to anyone. He always said, 'If you're not good at drawing people it's okay, as long as you guys want to do my bidding. Whether it's beautiful or not, it doesn't matter. Because for me that's not what I value. However, it was the obedience of the students that I expected. Not all students like this lesson. Not all students can draw people, especially if you are too early. Or maybe, you guys have no hereditary talent from your exit.' That's what keeps me from getting so bogged down with Damanik's mom.
He also said, 'many students are afraid of him because they see his fierce face. Therefore, as much as possible he should be able to make himself friends with his students.
After hearing that, my fear disappeared gradually as I was a child who was too timid and crybaby.
"Today, I want you to make a picture themed with beautiful sea water with high mountains and birds flying over the blue sea water," pinta Bu Damanik with hand gestures painted in the air with his tomboyish style.
"Good Mom. We'll do Mother's orders immediately" replied the other student.
"Not long will Mother's request be completed." Solihin put the picture book on the table by giving a joke that does not violate politeness.
Mrs Damanik smiled. For him, Solihin did not make a mistake because they both often joked to look like friends.
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