The Struggle of a Child
Punishment of school guards
I continued walking until I was hanging after the time that clamped my steps. The road was full of pedestrians and bikers milling and then breezed to the ears with a loud voice.
I was swinging my legs faster. The road I used to walk on was no longer visible to the children. Maybe they arrived, I thought. I kept walking and running while holding the strap of the bag that wanted to come off.
Huh!
I let out a tired sigh in the air after my feet reached the front of the school fence.
"Liyan, why is it too late?" ask Mr. Sukri the gatekeeper. The cute face that was mingled with ferocity stared intently at me with a small rattan swung by her into the air.
Deg !
Gluey!
I immediately swallowed in surprise. "So on a crowded street, sir," I replied. Ducking mixed in fear glanced at the spinning rattan.
"Why are you late?" tanyanya back. Seeing me with a face of disbelief. Seen from my gaze that looked down at him.
"The road is crowded, sir," I replied back with a racing heart. My breath wants to stop.
"Many?" asked sir Sukri astonished as if the answer from me, like a joke. "Where are the butterflies, Liyan?" tanyanya wastes time.
"Do you know what time it is?" he looked at the clock in his hand.
I remained silent. The screams of the children who had run into the ranks were heard echoing in the air carried by the gusts of wind through my ear hole.
My fingers are getting stronger kuremas mixed with annoyance at seeing Mr. Sukri. I kept pinning my hopes on the Khaliq for him to bring about the miracle of closing the mouth of Sukri who asked and quickly took me away from his presence.
"Liyan, come! The bell rang" said a friend from behind me whose voice was none other than Pudan's.
"You go first! He's late!" snapped sir Sukri drove him swinging the rattan he held.
"Well, sir," he answered, running back and looking at the rattan swinging into the air.
My eyes closed more and more firmly releasing panic and mixed with resignation.
"You are usually a disciplined child" said Mr. Sukri . Staring with a questioning look mixed in wonder.
I'm getting pale. My lips are getting tightly locked. Jemari getting stronger kuremas. Cold mixed with worry that's how I feel right now.
"Sir, I was late to leave the house" I replied. Covering that my dad and mom were together this morning was just because of me.
"Haha!" Pak Sukri suddenly laughed as if he felt funny hearing my reason. "Liyan, as long as you guard this gate. Never before has a child said, 'slowly off'," she said looking at me funnyly.
I'm getting trapped by myself. I also blinked my eyes while breathing deeply, disappointed to see myself foolishly giving an excuse.
The incident that happened at home before I left, is now dancing in my eyes clearly. The head that looked down at the ground was upset mixed with regret seeing the incident I experienced this morning.
"You're late to enter. You must have left in a hurry" said Mr. Sukri. "Try checking your book! Is there a lag," he asked with a little coercion.
I'm getting dizzy getting mixed up. Mr. Sukri our school guard is very difficult to seduce. He was not easily consumed by any persuasion. That's why we always avoid dealing with him. Especially if you have to be late for school.
"Come, Liyan, check your bag!" urgent beseech.
I too reluctantly followed his orders at this time. I who was late alone glanced to the right and to the left.
"...how do you know someone is missing," he said increasingly exciting. I looked at the bag I opened.
"This sir," I answered taking out one by one while raising my glance at him.
"Try saying one by one his name!" the door told him whatever he wanted. "This is a punishment for you. Because you're late for entry" he said firmly.
Upsetly mixed with regret I also followed the will of Mr. Sukri who sucks.
"Okay sir" I replied. "...writing books, drawing books, watercolors, rulers, pencil boxes, reading books" I explained. Seeing Mr. Sukri's face with a smile mixed.
"Still less!" repelled. "How many books are you reading?" ask her with sharp eye glances and emphasisful nods. "How many books are there? Watercolor, pencil, ruler and others. Tell me how many !" mr. Sukri said it irritated me even more.
Both balls of my eyes it feels like they want to move quickly swallow Mr. Sukri. I wish I would throw that rattan in front of him.
I sighed more and more violently, annoyedly mixed. The upset was very deep today. Mr. Sukri's loud voice is more cheerful it feels out.
"Good Sir. I will repeat, "I replied in a slow tone. Look at my book that's plastered. I started to mention them one by one. "The textbook is 5, the reading book is one, the ruler is one, the watercolor is there... ." I fell silent to flip back the paint clasped by turning the brain to answer it must how. I get dizzy mixed worried about answering as I want in the heart or answering it according to the actual reality that is, mentioning it one by one according to the type of color.
I'm getting so hot mixed up in depression seeing it all. After a long time I kept thinking. I also came back clever to mention it as I wanted. "...cat water there is one. ," said I glanced at the face of Mr. Sukri who was astonished to ask. He also frowned. I saw it as though I knew, but I remained firm in my will. I went back to continuing. "... The picture book is one.., " I said.
"Yes," said Mr. Sukri in a loose tone of voice as if I were calling him right.
"...the reading books have one," I continued. Raising a little glance mixed with misgivings glancing at Mr. Sukri which makes me shrink the look in his eyes to look at him in wonder because Mr. Sukri looks at me with a face that still does not understand and wonder.
"Liyan, why did you bring only one reading book?" ask her to let go of her astonishment.
"Yes Sir. We just got to class" I replied.
"Ooh, yeah." Mr. Sukri nodded immediately. "Father thought you forgot," he said in a soft tone of voice as if holding in shame. "But.it's your watercolor...., why did you say one?" the question is as if Mr. Sukri wants to convey that my watercolor is a lot.
"Hadeeeh!" I immediately took a deep breath, limp to hear Mr. Sukri say it back. I squeezed hard in the empty air. Sukri increasingly tested patience.
"Sir, this is only one" I said, revealing and showing it before him.
"One what?" he asked casually while swinging his bread continuously.
Looking at the spinning rattan I was getting more panicked and worried that the rattan would float before me.
"Okay sir" I replied without thinking. Ducking and ruffled looking at the rattan that was clearly plastered in the eyes.
I took it out and swung it in the air a little high right in front of him. "Color red, yellow, green, blue, black, orange, etc." I mentioned it one by one until it was finished and until the Father smiled with satisfaction.
I then looked at Mr. Sukri as if challenging him. He seemed so satisfied that he had managed to punish him with an improper punishment.
This punishment does suck the heart that runs it, but this punishment also makes my heart tickle amused to remember it.
The half-meter long rattan became a funny memory when it was clearly plastered in memory.
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