Made Crazy (Not Sane) By My Husband
Aisyah Participates in Poetry Writing Competition About Mother
Meanwhile, in the classroom 3 SD precisely in her class Aisyah, the homeroom teacher named bu Wati is 35 years old, he was telling all 3rd graders to take part in a painting and poetry contest held by the school in order to enliven the graduation day of 6th grade. All 3rd class students seemed so enthusiastic to follow the race was no exception with Aisyah.
“Kids now Mother tells you to take part in the race held by the school. Please you choose to draw or write poetry or want to join both can also.” said the homeroom teacher to his students.
“If anyone has finished making his work can be directly collected to Mom starting from today and last next week yes.” he added.
A moment later, Bu Wati said again,
“Connecting today I have a teacher meeting in the teacher's office, so you can use this free time to start making your work. Well later if it is finished you can directly give it to Mom either when Mom is teaching in class or directly come to Mom in the teacher's room. Understand?” tanyakanya.
“Understand Mom...” answer all compact pupils.
“Well before I leave this class, do you want to ask me about the race?” asked Ms. Wati while turning her gaze to all her students in the 3rd grade.
“I Bu...” shouted Ihsan who was none other than the student leader of the class. He shouted while pointing one index finger of his right hand upwards.
“Iya Ihsan what is it?” ask the class.
“Bu, for drawing competition about what theme?” tanyanya loud and full of high confidence.
“Good question Ihsan. Yeah, well, you forgot to explain. Look at the children for the drawing competition, the theme given is the natural scenery. So you have to make pictures related to natural beauty only such as scenery in the rice fields, scenery in the sea, scenery at the foot of the mountain, pictures of plants such as trees, fruits, flowers, and so on, vegetable etc. Understood!” yells.
“Understanding.” answer all compact pupils.
Then there was a disciple who raised a hand, the disciple was Fatimah, his friend Aisha,
“Bu my teacher wants to ask.” Fatimah said as she held out her hand.
“Iya Fatimah please.” The homeroom teacher answered, allowing him to ask.
“Bu if for the theme poetry contest what?” tanyakanya.
“Good questions Fatimah. Both children, for those of you who are interested in participating in the poetry writing competition, you are free to choose whatever theme you want. There are no limits like the drawing race. Understand yes!” said the homeroom class.
“Paham Bu.” sahut all compact pupils.
“There's more to ask?” the question came back, but it seemed that this time there were no more students who held their sign hands no longer had questions so he immediately resigned to leave the class to attend the teacher meeting.
“Alright if there are no more questions, Bu Wati now wants a meeting first yak. You guys stay in class don't come out before the break bell rings. If anyone comes out before the break arrives and looks the same Mom, I'll be legal. Understand all!” said Bu Wati advised while slightly threatening.
“Understand Bu.” answer all his pupils compact.
After the homeroom teacher left the room, all the students of the class looked awed with their respective activities.
They all turned out to be interested in the race held by the school. There is someone who is busy drawing and some are busy writing poetry. Drawing competitions seem to be preferred by male students while for poetry writing competitions are preferred by female students.
But there are also students both men and women who participate in both competitions simultaneously.
Enthusiasm was also seen in Aisyah and Fatimah.
“Hei Aisyah you want to choose what race?” ask Fatimah her friend.
“Looks like I'd like to join a poetry writing competition. If you?” Aisha asked him back.
“Then we are the same, I also choose to participate in the poetry writing competition. Here I have started writing it.” Fatimah answered with enthusiasm.
“Iya I also want to start writing his poetry ah.” said Aisyah.
Not long after that Aisyah looked confused about where to start her writing. So he decided to ask Fatimah, the garden that had been seen writing poetry of his work without any significant obstacles.
“Fatimah, can I ask you?” ask Aisyah.
“Bby.” replied Fatimah.
“You've finished writing his poem?” tanyakanya.
“Now Aisyah. Why?” Fatimah asked back.
“No, just ask. Actually I was confused to start writing his poetry from where.” said Aisyah.“You are not confused, are you?” ask again.
“Lumayan anyway, but I wrote a poem about the thing I like to be not too confused.” replied Fatimah.
“What are you writing a poem about?” ask Aisyah curiously.
“My questions about flowers. I really like flowers. My mother and I planted a lot of flowers in my house. And I always water it every day.” he replied at length explaining.
Hearing the word “Ibuku” spoken by his colleague made Aisyah have the idea to write a poem about her mother. He then began stringing words, writing poetry with “Ibu” as his main theme.
“Yeahh, I also have an idea. Thank you Fatimah.” he said thank you.
“Sama-sama Aisyah.” replied later.
“Aisyah, I live yak.” said Fatimah as she looked up from her seat and then walked over to her other friends to go to school together.
“Iya.” Reply Aisyah briefly.
Moments later, Aisha was alone in the class. He still looks solemn finishing his poem so that it can be sent immediately that day to the homeroom.
In the style of a plain little boy he looks so adorable. Sometimes he held his head because of dizziness, after which he put his cheek to the table. And also repeatedly he was seen removing the words he had written in his book because it was considered ugly by him himself.
But a few moments later after struggling to string the words finally he was able to finish his poem according to what he hoped. Now he just collected the poem to the homeroom teacher. Aisyah then moved from her seat and walked outside the classroom to the teacher's room, to meet Bu Wati to collect the poetry of her work.
But while on the way to the teacher's room, he saw his older brother, Tegar, was standing while moving one foot up right in front of his sister's class.
Out of curiosity, he approached his brother and asked,
“What are you doing? Ko stands here.” asked Aisyah while carrying a piece of paper containing poetry that she wanted to collect to Bu Wati, her homeroom teacher in 3rd grade.
“Kakak is being electrocuted by Pak guru.” The sister replied looking embarrassed.
“What's wrong can you set up like this?” tanyanya.
“Kakak was shocked because of the brother fighting.” he replied explaining.
“Fight.....fight with whom kak?” he came back looking shocked.
“With classmates sister.” he said while bowed shy.
“Kok can, indeed he ngusilin brother huh?” said the sister was still curious.
“Gak, he just said brother aja.” replied the brother.
“Ngata-ngatain what sis?” ask the sister back.
“Ngata-ngatain if .........ah forget it!” exclaimed the brother seemed reluctant to explain at length about what happened to his sister.
“Ya already if you do not want to tell a story, Aisyah will not force ko.” said Aisyah.
Then Aisyah told her sister that she took part in a poetry writing competition held by the school to enliven the graduation of 6th grade later.
“Eh Kak, know not that Aisyah participated in the race.” said the sister.
“Don't know, what race are you in?” ask the brother.
“Lomba writes poetry Kak, to join enliven the class increase and graduation class sister later.” he said enthusiastically.
“Unfortunately you can make a poem?” ask the brother doubtfully.
“Can dong, right I love to read many books.” he replied.
“Try, Brother want to read your poem.” pinta the brother.
“Gak ah,, I'm embarrassed to read the same brother.” Said the sister seems to object that the poetry of his work was read by the brother because he was embarrassed.
“Ya already, actually Brother also males ko if told to read it.” kilah the brother.
“Ih,,,,Silver, Basic sirik.” says Aisyah is upset.
A few moments later, Ahmad approached them. He then said to Tegar that he had to stand in front of the class for fighting.
“Tegar, now you can return to the classroom. Punishment from the Father is finished.” said Mr. Ahmad ended the punishment he gave to Tegar.
“But inget yak, do not ever repeat again or otherwise, I will love you a punishment heavier than this. Understood!” exclaim the homeroom firmly.
“Good sir, Understand.” replied Rigid while bowed seeming to regret his actions.
Suddenly the sound of the class entrance bell rang.
“Tengggg,,,tenggggg,,tenggggg,,,,,tengggggg.” bell sounds loud.
“Nah tuh bell in has rung, let's quickly you guys get into their respective classes and study diligently.” Ahmad orders to Tegar and Aisyah.
“Good sir.” answer they are compact.
After that Tegar directly entered his class while Aisyah immediately went to the teacher's room to meet Bu Wati and handed her the poetry.
After he handed himself the poem, he returned to his class to begin the lesson after the break ended a while ago.
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