Day after day ... the clock ticking led me to a new atmosphere, a different atmosphere from yesterday, the atmosphere that brought me into the walls of a very deep longing ... longing for memories that are always drawn neatly in my memories, memories childhood memories in a village where I was born and raised in my hometown ...
At that time, precisely in July. The first month is entering a new school year.
My friends and I walked along the rice field dam, crossing small hills, passing through footpaths still decorated with natural flamboyants ... On both sides of the road there were small trees adorned with soft swaying grass while dripping with morning dew around our bare feet, who seemed to be welcomed by our friendly presence that passed in front of him who was familiar with him ...
Every day passing through green leafy fields.
The red and white uniform that clings to the body, is soaking wet, and the cold morning air seems to pierce inch by inch of our body, but everything seems unnoticed by the jokes and cheerful songs that always accompany our steps ...
Uniformly dry clothes by the warmth of the body because we travel quite far, plus the warmth of the morning sun which is getting higher and higher ...
Not feel the little feet without pedestal has escorted us to the school environment, the loud noise of the children of the school residents have been heard, and there are also those who are busy collecting paper and leaf garbage in their places ...
A very lively atmosphere ...
The morning sun seemed to smile happily as if to welcome us who looked a little stiff and embarrassed ...
I, who was unable to return the sun-friendly stare, turned to throw my eyes in a different direction. I see children one by one popping up from each direction, there are trot, and there are also those who walk slowly while whistling indistinct tones ...
The longer the direction that I looked at was slowly blank, and the belpun rang, a sign that all school dwellers had to enter their respective classes to attend the first lesson ...
That's our activity every morning from the garden to school, until Elementary School Education is finished, and I don't feel I'm far from that place, but the memories remain neatly arranged in the memories ...
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Lhokseumawe, Mei/2/2020
