YOU'RE DUAL
Chapter 8
Not felt now Ara's age is 3 years, has a lot of vocabulary that can be followed even though for three years he is often in and out of the hospital , yeah like a rich kid just grumbled me.
"ma.mama.ma.." cried Ara while running in front of me.
"yes baby? what's up, son?" I hugged him .
"ala want jayan-jayan, boyeh huh?" said chelates.
"hmm no yes" my god while scratching his non-itchy chin.
It was clear that his eyes were already glazed over, now he closed his eyes which would soon cry.
"can you, let's wake up papa.." I said again.
"benelan?? yeeeee.." she said with excitement.
Ara ran straight into the room and woke her father, shook his father's body but did not wake up, until he finally struck his innocent father's eyes, and....
"www!" screech his father
"honey, what are you doing? hmm?" ask Bram who consciously sees his son as the perpetrator.
"ala just want to wake up papah, ala want jayan-jayan. come on well we are pelgi" said my daughter
"where are you going, son??" while sitting.
"ala want to play Timezone pah, ayoook" whined Ara and nod by mas Bram.
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Arriving at the mall I looked at my husband who sometimes likes to glance at girls who might be beautiful for him.
"ehemmmm" my deheman made him misbehave.
"can't see the clear little father" I said again when I saw Mas Bram glancing at the girl.
mas Bram approached me who was accompanying Ara to play "you why?? humms?" tanyakanya.
"why? why mas nanya? oh yeah, why the hell??" my answer is complicated.
"hey, what is this, baby? why is she back?"
"already mas, forget it. the eyes are guarded, here we are, at least our prices" I said lirih.
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Every day my father always drove my mother to teach in elementary school and always invited Ara to accompany me.
Ara was very enthusiastic every time invited, until finally when Ara entered the age of 4 years he whined for school.
How surprised I was to see my son asking for school, not because I did not like his request but came back with the rules, which school accepts four-year-old students while he asks for Elementary School instead of Kindergarten?
Even if my mother was a teacher, there was no way she could help me put my son in school where he taught.
Advice after advice we gave our daughter, she finally wanted to Kindergarten.
Even for Kindergarten it actually needs to be five years old. There are so many considerations that must be faced in this school later, finally accepting my daughter in this school but she must go to school two years in this Kindergarten.
I don't mind it, because to me our daughter is also young and even very young for school .
But who would have thought that our little daughter only needs four months of school she can read, Qadarullah.
The days changed, the months changed too. Now he is 5 years older, where he should still have to continue his Kindergarten for another year.
"mom.... Ara brags again SD, right ? mama didn't lie, did she??" ask him once again to make sure .
(oh yes Ara is no longer chelating yes talking her )
I was confused to answer him, one side did not want to make him sad but the other side he had to accept the reality.
"daughter, aren't you happy at TK??" much
"happy ma, but Ara is tired of playing, Ara really wants SD to be able to focus more on learning" he answered honestly.
"hmm that? do you know from where in SD more serious learning?" while hugging my daughter.
"mama forgot that Ara often joined Oma ngajar?" ask my daughter again..
"here first, sit on my mother's lap." I asked.
Ara immediately approached me and sat on my lap, not having the heart to hurt her because my daughter was very happy to learn .
"hopefully, the requirements for SD must be at least 6.5 years old, and Ara's age is not enough for that, son, can we go to Kindergarten first to wait for the specified age?" my question was to make Ara upset with me.
He came down from my lap "Ara doesn't want to" he answered briefly and ran to his room.
BRUKKKKKK
"hmm this kid" I murmured.
Bram soon returned home from work, "Assalamu'alaikum"
"waalaikumsalam" while kissing his hand.
"dead shell? Where's ara?" ask her.
"he's sulking again" I replied lethargic.
"because of school again???" I asked Bram and I nodded that the sign was true.
mas Bram scratched his ears that did not itch "well, I will ask again with the school"
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After much consideration finally allowed Ara to enter the Elementary School with a record of three days is the recognition stage, if Ara is not able then he can stop school because in general it is not allowed to school.
This is the third day of school, Dag Dig dug certainly for me as a parent because seeing the spirit of my daughter is so extraordinary makes the anxiety present as well, I fear she will be very disappointed with the results..
tock...
tock..
tock...
"excuse me ma'am" said I as I entered the principal's room.
The chief's mother glanced at me and allowed me to sit in front of him.
"sorry, ma'am, interrupt the time for a moment" I said.
the secretary shook her head and smiled at me "it doesn't matter mom, if you know what's going on?"
"hmm, ma'am, I mean to come here I want to question the continuation of school from my son" I explained.
"if you can know whose mother's son's name is? and what class?" ask kepsek's mom.
"oh yes my son just entered Ma'am, his name is Farasya he was received yesterday with a record still in the three-day trial stage" I replied.
"Yes farasya?? hmmm." try to remember.
"oh yes I remember now" he continued.
"so how's Mom? can my child continue with school? or should I go back to TK?" ask me to the point.
Surely after asking that question my heart became disheartened, my daughter was very excited for school.
"sorry ma'am" said the chief.
Degggggg
"because I have to keep the mother's child, Farasya is a smart child with such a age that she has been fluent in reading, we can not waste such a smart child" he continued with a smile .
"mmm... WHAT?!" I asked while gawking
"yes as I heard earlier" replied Bu Kepsek slowly.
"Thank God, thank you, ma'am." I said with pleasure
"but Ma'am, there is a problem.. Because the mother's child is not old enough can it be reported and the diploma will be the year of birth we are older, right one year above it?" asked Bu Kepsek with his tone flat.
Without thinking long and without knowing the cause of the consequences how, I immediately agreed. In my mind is "the important thing is my son's school", that's enough .