We knocked on the door and a voice commanded us to come in. We entered the classroom with uniforms that were wet with water that came from inside our bodies and then expanded. All eyes looked at the two of us and feeling embarrassed, I stepped towards the teacher's desk. I was very embarrassed because I was an athlete but had no discipline. We kissed ma'am's hand—I looked up again and saw the name written on her left chest– Surami. I'm sure he is from Central Java or East Java.
"Sorry I'm late, ma'am," I said apologizing for being late.
"There, sit down and don't repeat it," Mrs. Surami actually comes from Tegal, Central Java because of her thick Tegal accent.
We walked to our respective seats. Nareswara sat in the front, while I sat in the back, next to Darin. Indeed, when we first entered, we were neighbors on the bench, then the child sitting on the bench came in, I had to move to the back and was very grateful for that.