sunshine and storm beneath my wings

“Tapi saiki aku nduwe motivasi gawe mblebu sekolah

Cek isok ketemu arek-arek sing wes rame iki”

Bida, The Besok Nggak Masuk Ah

Memang ya, semakin lama rasanya semakin klop aja gitu sama The Jambreds. Nggak tambah klop aja, tapi juga tambah gila dan semakin menjadi-jadi =)) Maklum kali ya, telat ngumpul jadi baru sekarang bener-bener kenal luar-dalemnya anak-anak The Jambreds.

Kalau di-flashback waktu awal-awal kelas sepuluh, kelas awalku X7, udah keliatan ada bibit-bibit penyumbang kelas IPS. Siapa lagi kalau bukan Bida yang dari awal udah santer mengkampanyekan ayo-masuk-ips huehehehe. Aku sendiri sih awalnya sempat galau, sempet mikir “ah masuk IPA aja ah, toh di IPA bisa ngambil IPS juga nanti kuliahnya” tapi semakin lama belajar ilmu-ilmu eksak, aku sendiri ngerasa, this is not me (opo seh). Karena nggak mau plin-plan dan aku sendiri nggak mau melajarin pelajaran yang nggak tak pake nantinya, finally I choosed to join social class. X7 sendiri akhirnya jadi penyumbang terbanyak anak-anak yang masuk IPS di angkatanku, yaitu sebanyak lima orang (Aku, Bida, Astrid, Riwan, Heraldha), disusul dengan sms menggemparkan dari Ica ke Bida “Bid, aku masuk IPS juga loh!” padahal di raportnya Ica tertulis “naik ke kelas XI IPA”.

…..

Dan dimulailah masa-masa kelas sebelas, bersama tujuh orang dari kelas-kelas lainnya: Sasa, Siska, Bianda, Irsyad, Ulin, Chasbi sama Bayu.

Masih inget dulu, waktu awal-awal masih pada pendiem. Yang cowok-cowok masih pada serius, nggak asik blas. Huahahaha. Yang cewek pun belum pada nyambung satu sama lain, Bida-Ica-Sasa masih suka nggerumbul sendiri, Ulin sama Siska yang masih pada pendiem, dan topeng-topeng yang lain yang belum tersingkap. Tapi saikiii …. =)))

Kalo diinget-inget lagi kelas sebelas sekarang itu nggak kerasa kayak sekolah. Kelas paling nyempil dengan kombinasi wifi yang josh, alamat hampir setiap hari kita mesti pada bawa laptop. Sibuk browsing karepe dewe, wifian, dotaan. Kalau nggak gitu di kelas pada main gitar sampe triplek pembatas ruangan dengan kelasnya mbak-mas XII IPS didodok-dodok gara-gara terlalu berisik =))

Pelajaran boleh pelajaran, tapi nyambung gak tuuh? =)).

Coba inget Bu Gusti “Bunda”, beliau yang baik banget yang ulangan mesti dibuat tugas…kelompokan sisan.

Coba inget Ma’am Annisa, beliau yang pinter banget tapi kita mesti durhaka, yo ngantuk-ngantuk dewe, ribut dewe, sibuk laptopan, kalau ditanyain secara personal barulah gupuh “excuse me ma’am?” baru deh nyerocos panjang lebar.

Coba inget Bahasa Indonesia-nya Pak Ali yang sepanjang sejarah cerita-cerita mlulu, nyanyi-nyanyi, baca ayat-ayat Al-Quran, bahkan pijet-pijetan, sleep in the class also accepted. 

Coba inget Bu Mei yang masih gahar, sukanya ngasih ulangan-ulangan dadakan dan kita mesti gak ngerti maksud pertayaannya. (Eeh sekarang po’o kalau ketemu dipeluk-peluk plus jadi partner diskusi (dan nggosip) keadaan Smala paling aktual saat ini)

Daaaaan, Bu Rooooooose, guru Matematika yang suabaaaar. Mesti kalau anak-anak pada ngobrol-ngobrol sendiri, beliau ternyata ndengerin dan ikut-ikut nimbrung. Masio kita suka rame gitu, tapi nilai Matematika kita nggak pernah jelek. Bagi sebagian The Jambrets bahkan ulangannya Bu Rose rasanya merem-ae-entuk-satus. Kangen Bu Rose L

Masio sekolah kelas sebelas nggak nggenah tapi rasanya nggak ada hari tanpa presentasi deh, mulai dari sejarah, pkn, agama, ekonomi, dan semua-muanya. Tugas-tugas LKS juga mesti numpuk di akhir huahaha. Jarang ulangan, padahal yang IPA mesti hectic-hectic sendiri wkwkw. Tapi begitu ulangan mesti gak pernah tepak, sehari bisa tumpuk-tumpuk =))

Lek SPL mesti ngenes. Lek onok kegiatan gen mesti bingung saking wonge sitike.

Westalah…

Sampai akhirnya kasus Ulin-Ijad mulai menyembul. Kelas jadi lumayan heboh, dikit-dikit cieeee, dikit-dikit Ulin. Wuahahahaha. Sampai akhirnya kita dapet tugas-tugas yang seru: bikin video agama, senam olahraga, drama, dan senam buat tampil di jumat sehat. Wes kekonyolanmu metu kabeh, Ijad terutama =))

Saiki rek, kelas duabelas yo seek ae tambah gendeng!!

Guyonane wes tambah frontal. Ulin yang clumsy semakin terbully, titik-titik Ulin, barang jatuhnya disini, Ulin adanya disana yang diteriakin juga tetep aja Ulin :’)

Wes curhat-curhat bareng, sampek dadi ngerti masa lalune Bida yang kelam =))

Astrid yang awalnya jayus jadi tambah jayus plus plus, kalau ketawa mesti telat, ketika semua udah selesai ketawa baru sambungane Astrid drrt drrrt, nyambung, HA-HAne telat mbaaaak =)) Belum lagi kalau ngelucu, katanya anak-anak sih guyonannya Astrid khas abg tua. Maklum, nyambungnya kebanyakan sama mas-mas dari berbagai universitas =)) Hahaha, masingunu Astrid iki partner in randomku, mesti kita nyiptain gerakan-gerakan gak jelas terus ketawa-ketawa ngakak sendiri, huahahahaha.

Bida yang suka nggak masuk, senengane ngobraki arek-arek dan the professional postponing person, kalau ada ulangan atau apaa gitu yag memberatkan Bida yang paling pinter nyari alasan buat guru-guru x))

Irsyad opo mane, meskipun jadi pasangan tidak resminya Ulin, tapi kalau mbully kok ya paling jahaaat =)). Guyonannya Irsyad sendiri ntah gimana mesti geje, tapi ya mesti bisaaa aja bikin ketawa. Masingunu btw Irsyad sekarang jadi ketua kelas yang mayaan baik loh.

Bayu yang sukanya nularin virus pesimis di kelas. Dikit-dikit kalau nggak bisa mesti langsung badmood sambil ngomong-ngomong stress “wes aku tak dodolan sego ae weees” Lek ngguyu saiki tambah abstraaaak, hay hay hay haaay =))

Riwan before wes dadi Riwan after.

Dan kegondesan-kegondesan lainnya -____-

Sekarang yang lagi in dikelas mainan sindir-sindian “jomblo ya?”.

Kok duduk di pojokan,jomblo ya mbak?

Kok senyum-senyum sendiri, jomblo ya mbak?

Maklum banyak jomblo ya di kelas *lirik kabeh-kabeh* =)))))

Sampai puncaknya kita ganti username twitter rame-rame dengan @hatikering_(no absen) demi opo iku rek x)) Dan ganti avatar capi, mbekk, zomba buat mbantu bisnis hewan qurbannya Irsyad.

Meskipun kita jadi kelompok minoritas yang sering dilupakan und dideleh mburi-mburi gara-gara saking sitik arek-areke, yang soal UTSnya moro-moro hilang, yang nggak dapet buku success-success mboh opo iku, yang kalau sholat berjamaah mesti dipanggilnya “giliran sholat berjamaah untuk kelas sebelas/duabelas IPA (ciyus IPA aja)”, mboh IPSnya itu kapan nggak pernah dipanggil, yang dicurangi, yang kalau giliran panggilan ketua kelas kadang-kadang gak diabsen, yang pilihan jurusannya diincer und diserobot anak-anak IPA, yang ini dan yang itu. Perlu tak tulis ta opo maneh rek? :’)

Sampek akhirnya kemarin kita menyalurkan pendaman kemarahan kepada Pak Wahyu dan akhirnya Bu Emil dan Pak Wagino langsung nyamperin ke kelas, sumpah itu aku rasanya kudu nangis sendiri.

I stil wondering if this school don’t have any social class, 

happy you dear science minded master professor?

Tapi buktikno yo rek lek kene bakal sukses bareng, aku selalu berdoa buat kita.

Eroh ngene lek isok ket awal aku mlebu kelas sepuluh Smala wes mlebu kelas IPS ae yo, cek towok ambek awakmu rek, masio miring-miring sitik tak lakoni :’)

Write it for English assignment =))

Don’t Underestimate The Prince  

Soon, The King ordered the kingdom staff to inform everyone that he searched a man who would like to marry Mia. Not long after that, everyman in that Manjali Kingdom started to come to the palace and promoted themselves that they are good enough to be Mia’s husband and the new leader of Manjali Kingdom. But, among all those people, Mia didn’t find the man that she would like to marry. She refused, refused, and refused every proposal. On the third day, there were a man came to the palace. His name was Rakuga, and he said that he came from the land across the sea. The king recognized that Rakuga was a famous young and brave prince from that far far away land across the sea.

“Try to accept his proposal” The King whispered to Mia. And she just smiled. The king asked Rakuga and Mia to have a dinner together. On that moment, they talked a lot. Mia once felt that she just like have known Rakuga for years.

“Pardon me, Rakuga. Have we met before?”

“Yes, Dear Princess, yes. Don’t you remember me? I used to play with you, we used to spent time together. I’m your childhood friend Mia.” Rakuga replied. Mia was surprised. And she was so happy to met Rakuga again after all those years.

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Then came a time that Mia must decided if she accepted Rakuga’s proposal or not. Mia was so confused with her feeling. And that made The King confused too.

“Mia my dearest daughter. Don’t you love him? Can’t you see, he is a perfect man. He is a prince, wise, brave, and rich. What else do you searching for?”

“Daddy, I know Rakuga is that good. He was my childhood friend who I love too. But pardon me to ask this too to you dad, can’t you see? Can’t you see, he is so ugly! He is so ugly that everybody dead. I’m the most beautiful women that ever been exist. It’s so shame to compare me with him. I can’t imagine!!” cried Princess Mia emotionally. 

Unfortunately, Rakuga overheard that conversation. And he became angry.

“I’m sorry that I’m not handsome enough to stand with you Dear Princess!” cried Rakuga. “If it’s too shame to accept my proposal because I’m not handsome enough for you, let me do this Dear King and Lovely Mia!!” Surprisingly, Rakuga did a magic. He angrily spoke out a spell. And not long after that, everybody -no exception- in that palace, that kingdom, that land, became ugly. As ugly as him.

Everyone shocked, as soon as everybody realized what have happened, every eyes looked to Raguka. On that chaos moment, then Rakuga said,

“So dear Princess, is it a shame for me to stand with you?” Rakuga asked again to Mia.

“Of course yes, Rakuga” said The Ugly Princess, confused both sad and happy feeling.

---Finally, they got married and lived happy ever after.

Time flies so fast but also feels so slow with you.

It all started when we accidentally met in philately -our childhood hobby- seminar at Garden Palace Hotel. I had no idea you would be so important to me that time. Until one day we found each other twitter account, so did each other number phone, and we started to talk a lot. I still remember how nervous I am on our second meeting at AW. Or how mad and sad I am, but still give you the last chance. And you made it.

I don’t know the reason why I love you, no matter how hard I try to figure it out. It just did.

Yet only you, the one who can handle me best. Who can face my anger patiently. And face both of my high egoism and childish alterego. I know my mind always requesting to break up with you lately everytime we had fight, but in the end I always falling for you over and over again. 

Surprisingly, 
love you even more.

I know that we are just kids in love. And maybe know nothing about love. Also, I know that destiny is full of uncertainty , but let me wish this: I want to be with you until the second, third, and the following anniversary with you. Spend time together and complete each other. As long as we could make it.

I miss you.