For my master, from your stubborn pupil

Every November 25, we celebrate National Teachers' Day. This is the perfect time to relive their valuable services to us, from our tiny to mature. This letter is written as a simple thank-you, and hug a long distance for them. However, we all owe it to them: who are often called 'unsung heroes'.

Father, Mother my teacher

Assalamualaikum.

How are you and Mom right now? Maybe you do not remember me anymore. My hair is not combed as before, my height can be equivalent to you. My voice has matured, changed an octave lower than it used to be - when Mom and Mother and my little self first met.

The first time I went to school was a thrilling time for me. A life spoiled by the warmth of home, sitting in a classroom with other kids I do not know makes me uncomfortable. You know that once. You squatted down to wipe my tears.

You who enliven the spirit of my study at that time. Letting me sing a happy song, drawing a tree that looks like a paw, coloring a drawing board with different hues. You assure me that creativity is limitless.

In fact you're the reason why I can type this letter now. Do not you remember, when I was writing wrong alphabets and numbers? When I still ask: "Letter b and what's the difference?"

Your greatest strength is tenacity, to keep us patient in learning. "Mom, how to write" me "?" "How to count 1 + 1?"

Indeed, your merit is in every letter and word that I strike. On every simple count that is always present in everyday adult life.

Father-Mother, what do you do when you are tired?

For I am not the one to account for. Your job is not just to repeat the textbook content. Your bigger struggle is to grow our love for science.

There are not many challenges in this world that are greater than the challenges that come to you. Especially considering how young and feel-already-most-knowing is the children you should foster.

Not a few of us, your little boys, naughty. Skipping, cheating, smoking, until using physical to quarrel. Then sometimes you find me jumping over the school fence, then you punish me standing on the field. Terik, shy, and of course tiring me.

I hate you so much. Swear that you are an evil teacher, fierce and annoying.

Not infrequently, I am annoyed at the rules you apply. Not to mention you made me do a lot of things. Working on various questions may still be acceptable ... but listening to your boring lectures? Ah! What for?

My grades are not always the best in class. In fact, my motivation to study was flower-kempis. But you do not see me as a lazy kid. You decide to look further, realizing that this seemingly careless kid is actually a crisis of confidence. It's true, I always feel that I can not. There was a time when I was tired of catching up.

You are the one who holds my shoulder while saying, "You can."

"You have to believe, you can!"

Of course it does not directly make me a brilliant student. I will cry all day, blaming the teacher who can not teach me. Deep in your little heart, you are the one who cries for longer than me. Of course you have the right to feel the failure to educate me. Gradually I know, it's not just your fault. You just shut up, accept the presumption.

Teachers,

It was my father and mother who once asked me first: "What is your dream?"

As a child I firmly answered the question, but the bigger, the more I doubted. Not infrequently, you force me to seek the answer. Patiently, you continue to ignite the spirit of dreaming in my life. Have you ever thought about your own future? For example ... about a pay raise for example.

Of course ever. No matter how mature you are, you have a family to feed. Not infrequently I passed you in the afternoon, after school. I'm sitting in a stall with friends, while you're just coming home from where you work side-by-side.

Yes, to keep up with the ever-increasing needs of life, you have to carry two jobs.

I'm embarrassed when you realize the weight of your responsibilities.

Mrs. Mother, is your health still awake today?

By deciding to become a teacher, you have dared to lead a simple life. You are willing to get a base salary of 500,000 rupiah per month. You are willing to travel long distances and spend time with us at school. Your children are not only those who are your wives or you alone. Your children are us.

How do you take care of your energy? After morning teaching, afternoon work, night correction and family duty ... to the point that I wanted to tell the President that your life should be more cared for. Is not your job not light?

I do not want you to skip teaching simply because the transportation costs used each day are higher than the salary you receive. I do not want you to only teach mathematical multiplication because you can not afford to go to school to learn arithmetic.

Teacher-Mother, do you still know me?

I who have grown up, no longer a child who learns to read script memsas. You teach me to read about life that is not as simple as memorizing Rendra's poem.

Now, maybe you are afraid of my questions that are much more advanced than the first. Perhaps you are worried that you can no longer "meladeniku".

Know, if I'm smarter now, that does not mean I'm bigger than you. You brought me to the doors of advanced knowledge. How can I be arrogant in front of you?

Today, I am writing your letter Mrs teacher.

Maybe you are tired after busy teaching in school. Or tired, because it must be apples and ceremonies all day. But I just want you to know, I'm very grateful for everything. Forgive me for burdening your mind with my mischief. Forgive me that often do not obey you. Forgive me who rarely greet you to just ask "How are you, gentlemen?" Forgive me for forgetting how to thank you.

Thank you for willingly raising me. Thank you for shaping me into a new human being. Thanks for you, millions of times from me.

From your child,

That has not greeted you for a long time.

Until now, I always remember your eyes when you said them