TWENTY
First day at school

First day of work program. Me, Salma, Abdul and Rangga are getting ready. Abdul Sama Rangga who compact wearing a brown batik top with a subordinate black material pants, while Salma with a light purple batik with a long and wide black skirt, do not forget also with a veil that dangles to his stomach. And I'm with a sky-blue batik and a long black span skirt and my long hair that I'm just breaking down.

Just leave for Primary School where we serve for the next twenty days. During the trip many locals greeted. I didn't even hesitate to offer to stop by his house.

There are also those who clearly greet Rangga with flirtatiousness. But Rangga remained on his cake. I laughed a little also saw the look of annoyed face mbak-mbak who had teased Rangga.

Sorry mbak's. The polar king is not that easy to thaw. Hohoho..

"Rangga" I called him slowly because I knew he must have heard it.

"Hmmm" is that doang?

"You're the one so don't be cold so why? Kasian knows the students you want to teach. The time of the teacher with the wall makes no difference. Datar" I revealed the obstacles that stuck since the beginning of meeting him.

"Udah from the initial print once Na" kelakar from Abdul produced a laugh the three of us, except Rangga of course. The owner of the name has issued his flagship style.

The cold stare was shaking.

The four of us arrived at our destination after a one-kilometer journey that was not felt because Abdul who issued a joke dime not with his mouth, but managed to make us laugh. The content is certainly about Rangga, although interspersed with temptation to Salma. Making her face red with embarrassment.

Some teachers welcomed us enthusiastically. 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 to love. Wkwkwk.

Mr. Mahmud as the principal introduced us to the teachers who teach here. There are eight teachers, from all ages.

If the oldest name is Pak Yayang, he is around fifty-five years old. He claims to have many lovers because almost everyone calls him "Yang". Yes, obviously sir, the time to call him "Yay". Basic, old-leaning behavior.

Well, the youngest teacher here is called Mother Ida. Graduated last year, so still young. Two levels above us.  He's Mr. Mahmud's son, the story is forced to become a teacher here. Though Mbak Ida has aspirations to pursue education strata two outside the city nan far away.

But forbidden by his father, he said enough to pursue S1 only and then returned to serve in the village. Come to think of it correctly is also the reason Mr. Mahmud. If young people like Ma'am Ida all leave the village, then the quality of human resources here will also decrease.

So the four of us were escorted by Mother Ida to tour the school. From earlier I was lyric, clearly Mother Ida put her heart on Rangga. If it is like in the soap operas alay, will certainly come out of the heart of both eyes Mbak Ida every talk or see Rangga. Both of his eyeballs were so sparkling. I admit, the charm of the polar king can not be hidden.

"So far how does Mother Ida feel after being forced to teach here?" my sense of smell is starting to recur.

"Yes that's it. As time goes by it starts to be comfortable also teach small children. Basically, I have always liked children so I adapt quickly"

"Salute to Ida! May we receive the blessing of following the parents' orders" we all guarantee what Salma says.

Now we're in the classroom. If you look at the school just like SD in general, not as bad as it comes to my mind. I thought the school I was going to teach would look like a school in a remote area that I often see on tv. Leaking roofs, dirt floors, benches that begin to porous inedible age, and various other damage.

But here it is not like that.

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 wall the creative work of the hands of the students here. The floor is also white ceramic. Even here there is a small canteen so that children do not snack carelessly outside.

Only one less here. It is a minimal teaching force. Said Mr. Karto, here is indeed a young man and his young man chose to stop attending school after graduating high school and even Junior High School. They also went out of town in hopes of finding a better life. Although not a few also choose to get married and help their parents on the plantation.

Very few indeed continue their education to the level of lectures, it is also only the children of certain people.

As scheduled, Rangga and I entered the third-class room while Salma and Abdul entered the fifth-grade room.

Start with an introduction first.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" They answered my greetings with enthusiasm.

"Previously introduce, the name of Nala's sister Ayu Kinanti call it Kak Nala. And beside this Nala.." I coded Rangga by flickering one of my eyes.

Hoping he catches my point to introduce himself.

In my heart, I have broken myself. What if Rangga delicately just say "I'm Rangga's sister" is not really. I prayed in my heart that this polar king would melt a little of his ice. It looks so friendly in front of the kids.

"Hello everything! Introduce the name of the brother is Kak Rangga. Over the next few days Kak Rangga and Kak Nala will help teach English subjects. We hope that our brothers can improve their English language skills. Ready to be smart in English?!"

"Geez!!!"

Jde!!!

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight.

This is Rangga right?

How is one hundred and eighty degrees gini different?

Good riddance! So they do not feel afraid to study with Rangga.

During the lesson I found a student who ate me blatantly with a smile. Okay, I let it go first.

Even to rest he still is!

I thought, is there something strange about my appearance?

"The ladder!"

"Hm!" He still put his books in his bag.

"Ih's ladder! Look here first!"

"What?" He finally looked.

"Is there something strange about my appearance?" He's researching from the bag down.

"No"

"Do you think I have a scribble of the marker?"

"No"

So what dong?!

Out of curiosity, I approached the boy. He looks like he's going to eat his stuff. When I found out I was approaching his desk, he looked really excited.

"Hi!"

"Hi brother!!"

"Can Nala know what your name is?" I asked after sitting in an empty chair next to his seat.

"Sister's tower!" Oohh so this is the name Tiara. The son of Mr. Kades who was told by Ms. Ida before entering earlier.

"Wahh! Nice name! Tiara's bringing supplies every day, huh?" I said for pleasantries.

"Yes. You said mother, Tiara can not snack carelessly" I nodded in understanding.

"Oh yes, Brother Nala wants to ask. From that Tiara natap Kak Nala continues huh?"

"Yes!" Nah right!. Means from earlier I don't feel the PD. The fact is like that.

"Why?" My toot. Then he hinted through the movement of his hand so that I could get closer. He whispered something.

"So that's beautiful sister Nala!"

Blushes.

Praised blatantly gini can make my cheeks instantly blush.

"Thank you!" My speech. He replied with a cheerful smile.

"Emmm.. Sis! Tiara can call Kak Nala by calling Big Brother what not?"

Ha?!

Seriously want to call that?

I'd be ashamed if anyone heard me. I will be narcissistic again. But if rejected fear later he will be sad.

"Well, I can" had to.

"Yey!!!" Without warning, she hugged and kissed me on the cheek. I did the same thing.

And this afternoon's rest I was forced to eat with Tiara. I refused, but he insisted. Even her tears were in her eyes. It would be bad if he cried. Be now I bribe with Tiara.

The first day I felt like a teacher was like this. There will certainly be many more events that I will face, different characters from each student, as well as their behavior if I become a real teacher later.