Mei 8, 2008
· Disimpan dalam my beloved kids
Ini adalah kisah dari MI Baiturrahman, yang terletak di daerah Kertajaya Surabaya. Selama 2 tahun saya diberi kesempatan oleh Allah menjadi Kepala Sekolah dan guru kelas 1-3 disana. Banyak hal berbekas indah yang saya alami. Saya belajar banyak hal bersama anak-anak jalanan, anak-anak dari keluarga sederhana dari sekitar Pasar Keputran, Juwingan, Pucangan, dan Gubeng di Wilayah Surabaya Kota.
Pagi itu Senin, di kelas satu yang sederhana. Acara awal setiap Senin pagi setelah berdoa dan mengaji adalah story telling. Anak-anak saya minta bercerita satu persatu tentang apa saja untuk mengasah ketrampilan bahasa mereka. Dan inilah cerita Jumain, murid saya yang tinggal di bawah jembatan Pasar Keputran, di depan Gedung INDOSAT yang sangat megah. Judul ceritanya adalah OBRAKAN….(baca obrak…an). Begini ceritanya…. (Jumain adalah anak jalanan paling periang yang pernah saya jumpai, jadi saat ia bercerita kisah ini wajahnya pun berseri-seri)….
OBRAK….AN
Kemarin, di Pasar Keputran ada obrak..an. Sejak pagi, banyak Pak Polisi Kotamadya datang ke Pasar Keputran. Mereka marah-marah dan membongkar rombong-rombong. Aku dan teman-temanku takut, Kami mengintip dari balik tembok. Pak Polisi menendang rombong nasi milik Mak Yah. Tapi Mak Yah tidak menangis. Mak yah memunguti panci-pancinya. Makku lari membawa sayuran dagangan. Semua orang bingung. Pak Polisi kotamadya marah-marah karena ingin jalannya bersih. Nanti kalau aku jadi Polisi Kotamadya aku tidak akan membanting dan merusak rombong pedagang. Aku akan bicara baik-baik supaya orang tidak takut…… Akhirnya supaya tidak kena cakup kami bersembunyi di bawah jembatan…..
Kami termangu. Kami tak bertepuk tangan seperti biasanya. Jumain kembali ke bangkunya dengan gembira karena saya memberinya nilai jempol dua dan ucapan exellent……. Saya dan kita semua mungkin melihat obrakan setiap hari di layar-layar televisi dari setiap sudut kota negri ini. Tapi melihat obrakan dari kacamata kecil seorang Jumain yang tetap riang, …. goresannya tak pernah bisa saya lupakan, hingga hari ini.
Glossary :
Obrak..an : Kegiatan penertiban pedagang kaki lima untuk menjaga kebersihan dan keindahan kota
Polisi kotamadya : Sebutan untuk Polisi Pamong Praja di kalangan anak-anak jalanan Surabaya
Cakupan : Kegiatan mengambil pemulung/pengemis/anak-anak jalanan oleh Polisi Pamong Praja untuk dibawa ke Dinas Sosial, diberi penyuluhan dan dilepas lagi jika sudah ditebus dengan sejumlah uang tertentu
April 29, 2008
· Disimpan dalam In my daughter eyes, Uncategorized · Tagged Nice story
A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow… He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by… the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.
One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. “Come and play with me,” the tree asked the boy. “I am no longer a kid, I don’t play around trees anymore.” The boy replied, “I want toys. I need money to buy them.” “Sorry, but I don’t have money …but you can pick all my apples and sell them. Then you will have money.” The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.
One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. “Come and play with me” the tree said. “I don’t have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?” “Sorry, but I don’t have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.
One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. “Come and play with me!” the tree said. “I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” “Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.” So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.
Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. “Sorry, my boy. But I don’t have anything for you anymore. No more for you…” the tree said. “I don’t have teeth to bite” the boy replied. “No more trunk for you to climb on” “I am too old for that now” the boy said. I really can’t give you anything … the only thing left is my dying roots” the tree said with tears. “I don’t need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years.” The boy replied. “Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest.” The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears…….
This is a story for everyone. The tree is our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad… When we grew up, we left them… only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they can to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that is how all of us are treating our parents. So….let’s love our parents, no matter where they are.
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