TWENTY
First Day at School

Today is our first day of work. Me, Salma, Abdul, and Rangga are getting ready. Abdul and Rangga compact wearing a brown batik top with a subordinate black material pants, while Salma wearing a light purple batik top paired with a long and wide black skirt, and a veil that dangles to the stomach. While I was wearing a sky blue batik top with a long black span skirt, my long hair was quite loose as usual.

Once everything was ready, we set off for the Elementary School which would be our place of devotion for the next twenty days. During the trip, many locals greeted us, even they did not hesitate to invite us to stop by their homes.

There are also those who openly greet Rangga with flirtatiousness, but Rangga remains indifferent. I laughed a little at the annoyed look on my face which failed to tease Rangga. Sorry, Ma'am ... the polar king will not be that easy to thaw, ho ho ho ho.

“Rangga,” I called slowly because I knew he must have heard.

“Hmmm?” The response is brief.

“You are a person do not be cold very, why? Have pity on your students later. Teachers and walls make no difference? Equally flat,” I revealed the obstacles that stuck since the beginning of meeting him.

“Mould initially already so time, Na,” kelakar Abdul who produced laughter of the three of us, except Rangga of course. The owner of the name had already brought out his mainstay style; a cold gaze was trembling.

The four of us arrived at our destination after a one-kilometer journey that was not felt thanks to Abdul's bad jokes but managed to make us laugh. His target was definitely Rangga, though interspersed with the occasional flirtation he launched towards Salma, making Salma's facial hue flushed with embarrassment.

Some teachers greeted us with enthusiasm. Listen from Mr. Karto, we are the first KKN group to serve in this village. So, understand that almost all villagers welcome us with joy even love, hi hi hi hi.

Mr. Mahmud, as the principal, introduced us to the teachers who teach in this Primary School. In total there are eight teachers who come from various ages. The most senior teacher was familiarly called Mr. Yayang, around fifty-five years old. He claimed to have many lovers because almost everyone called him “Yang”. Yes clear times, sir, time called “Yay”? Basic, old-leaning behavior.

Well, the youngest teacher here is named Ms. Ida, graduated last year and two tiers above us, so it is still young. Ms. Ida is Mr. Mahmud's daughter, so the story goes, she was forced to be a teacher here. In fact, Ms. Ida has aspirations to pursue education strata two outside the city nan far away, but it was forbidden by the father who stated that Mother Ida was enough to pursue S1 only and then returned to serve in the village. Come to think of it, Mr. Mahmud has a point as well. If young people like Ma'am Ida all leave the village then the quality of human resources here will decrease.

After the introduction with the teachers, Mother Ida drove the four of us around the school. From my observation from earlier, it is clear that Mbak Ida put her heart to Rangga. If this was an alay soap opera scene, it would have come out heart images from both eyes Mother Ida every time she spoke or saw Rangga. Both of his eyeballs were so sparkling. But I must admit, the charm of the polar king is inevitable.

“Certainly, now how does Mother Ida feel after being forced to hang out here?” My sense of smell started to recur.

“Yes that. As time went on, I began to feel comfortable with the little ones. Emang basically I have always liked children, so yes quickly adjust.”

“Salut, deh, same Sister Ida! May you have the blessing of following the parents' orders,” praise Salma. We all countered his words.

Now we are in the classroom. If you look around, this school is the same as Primary School in general, not as bad as it comes to my mind. I think the school I was teaching at during the KKN would look like a remote school I'd seen on TV; the roof was leaking, the ground running, the pews were starting to break down inedible with age, he said, and other damage.

But here is completely different. The condition of the building is quite good, there is no roof or bench that is not feasible. At most only scribbles on the table and on the walls of the creative work of the hands of the students. The floor is also white ceramic. Even here there is a small canteen so that children do not snack carelessly outside.

Only one is lacking here, which is the number of teaching staff. According to Mr. Karto, this generation of mudadesa did choose to stop attending school after graduating High School, even Junior High School. They also went out of town in hopes of getting a better life. Even so, not a few also choose to get married and help parents on the plantation. Very few indeed continue their education to the level of lecture, if there is even only the child of certain people.

As scheduled, Rangga and I entered the first class room while Salma and Abdul entered the fifth grade room. Teaching activities on this first day we start with self-introduction first.

“Assalamualaikum, Sisters!”

“Waalaikumussalam!” They answered my greetings excitedly.

“Previous, sister's name, Nala Ayu Kinanti. Just call me Sister Nala. And beside this Nala Sister...” I beckoned to Rangga by moving my eyebrows up and down, hoping she caught my intention to introduce herself.

In my heart, I have broken my own. How about Rangga with his leisure just say, “I Kak Rangga”. Kan, not exciting. I prayed in my heart that this polar king would melt the ice a little. At the very least, try to look friendly in front of the kids.

“Halo, Everyone! My sister's name is Kak Rangga. Over the next few days, Kak Rangga and Kak Nala will help teach English subjects. We hope that the Sisters can improve their English skills. Ready to be smart English?!”

“Siaapp!!!”

JDERS!!! I was struck by lightning in broad daylight. This is really Rangga, right? Why is it so different one hundred and eighty degrees like this? Moreover, his face became super expressive, in contrast to his daily life as cold as ice cubes. Could this change be specific to children? Good riddance! So, they will not feel afraid when studying with Rangga.

During class hours, I found a student eating me blatantly with a smile. Okay, I'll let it go first. Apparently, until the break he was still so. I thought, There is nothing strange about my appearance.

“Rangga!” I exclaimed.

“Rangga! Ih, look here first!”

“What, anyway?” He finally looked.

“There is a strange, no, same appearance of me?”

Rangga directly scrutinized myself from top to bottom. “Ngak.”

“Or on my face there is a scrawl of markers?”

“Nggak”

So what, dong?! Out of curiosity, I approached the boy. He looked like he was going to eat his lunch. When I found out I was approaching his desk, he looked very excited.

“Hai!” my broom.

“Hai, Brother!!”

“Kak Nala can know, no, what is your name?” ask me after sitting in an empty chair next to his seat.

“Tiara, Brother!” answer with passion.

Ooh, so this is Tiara. The son of the village chief who was told by Mother Ida before entering earlier.

“Wah, the name is good! Tiara every day bring supplies, yes?” my comment, just to make small talk.

“Iya. You said mother, Tiara can not snack carelessly.” I nodded in understanding.

“Oh yes, Brother Nala wants to ask, dong. From earlier Tiara natap Kak Nala continued, yes?”

“Iya!”

“Why?” my many. Then, he hinted through hand gestures for me to get closer. He wanted to whisper something.

“Soal, Sister Nala is beautiful!”

Blushes. Being praised blatantly like this could make my cheeks instantly blush. “Thank you!” my spoken. He replied with a cheerful smile.

“Em ... Sis! Tiara can, no, call Kak Nala by calling Sister Beautiful?”

Huh uh?! Seriously want to call that? I would be ashamed if anyone heard me, it could be considered narcissistic. But, if rejected fear, Tiara will be sad.

“Iya can.” I had to give permission.

“Yei!!” Without warning, she immediately hugged and kissed me on the cheek. I did the same thing.

And at this time of day's rest, I was forced to eat with Tiara. I refused, but he insisted. Even her tears were in her eyes. Kan, it's bad that he cried. Be now I bribe with Tiara.

Just the first day of feeling like a teacher, his condition was already like this. There will certainly be many more experiences that I will get; different characters from each student, as well as their behavior if I become a real teacher later.