Yesterday I was a bit sad during 3 o'clock class. In this class I have one fav student, his name is Althafandra, we called him by Thafa. From the first meeting I have special attention to him because his face looks almost similar w/ my little brother, Upil. He is also smart and cute, he has chubby cheeks and big eyes, that's why his friends like to pinch his cheeks.
Thafa is a comical student and really cooperative.
One day he ever leave message to his friend, Andra, who is also my student, that he missed me,,
I am so happy to know that, but yesterday I asked my students to write about their family's hobbies. When Thafa submit his work, I am curious because the column for father was empty. I asked Thafa why he didn't write anything, he said because he didn't know, I insisted that he can just write anything from the examples but then he said, " soalnya aku ga mau nulisin apa2 soal papa baru "
It was heartbreaking for me because a cheerful student like Thafa could experience something like that, he just a 7 years old student, but then I realized that I could see different color of my student, they might be cheerful but no one knows if they have a pain in their heart. Thafa might not show or say it, but I could see from the way he didn't want to write anything about his new father. I hope Thafa will get a bigger happiness,, :)
