Bakti Desa
At
first, I really didn’t understand on why we had to have Bakti Desa. Firstly,
Bakti Desa usually happens when we’re tertiary. The secondly, I knew that Bakti
Desa is a kind of requirement when you wanted to finish or graduate from college.
And the thirdly the thing that I knew about Bakti Desa was a kind of activities
when we served the public with our own hand for such term and it was usually
been done in a kind of a go down place. Well, those were why I never knew why we
should have Bakti Desa at the stage of High School.
For
one or another, lately I understood on why we had to have Bakti Desa. Firstly,
I want you to know that my school has a different systematic learning than any
other school in Bandung. My school or SMAN 3 Bandung has a systematic learning
which is like a systematic learning in college or we can say ‘System SKS’. So
there was no wonder on why we had to do that. The answer must be because we’re
the same with tertiary.
So
therefore Bakti Desa came. The teacher
said that we will have Bakti Desa at Desa Resmi Tingal, Kecamatan Kertasari
Kab. Bandung. As the plan that we’d known about, we gathered at school at 6
a.m. so we gathered at the front park of SMAN 3 Bandung. We went there by
Angkot (Angkutan Kota). It was quite long time but I enjoyed the time. In it,
it was so crowded and because of the long time so we shared the meal with each
other. The location that I knew it was right on the mountain so while we were
riding off, we saw a handsome view. It was very green, everywhere we saw tree.
When
we arrived there, we could see if they were preparing an opening to greet us.
Honestly, I didn’t like the opening because it was taking too much time, but it
was ok because at the end of the opening we had food party. No more starved so
we moved to find our home to stay for three days. One house for one team and
each team had three until four people. And of course in every house we got foster
parents who would take care of us for those three days.
The
activities that we were going to do was following our parents to go to work,
teaching some kids there, and learn about their culture there and then to learn
speaking Sunda. We had an obligation to share and to help them with the knowledge
that we had. We ought to earn how to sociable with them too. So we were going
to try.
At
a time when we arrived at my foster parent’s house soon we sat at a sofa. My
teacher gave money to them so we could eat from it. And then my teacher left
us. We sat and stayed still. It was kind an awkward moment. I felt like I didn’t
know what to say. And my two friends too said that what we had to do, please they
didn’t understand Sunda. So did I. A little bit might be. Then our foster
mother gave us some meal. Those were cake or we called it ‘Bolu’ and fried
cassava. It was the greatest taste of cassava that I ever tasted. Oh my God I
was going to miss this fried cassava.
I
thought it was enough to make us silent. So I was going to start to talk. Start with asking them their activities, their
condition like economy, social, and education. It was kind a surprising to find
that our foster mother only got Rp. 16.000; per day and for the father, he only
got Rp. 40.000 per day. They worked from 5 a.m. until 12 p.m. but they got like
I’d said above. This life wasn’t easy, was it (?). Our parents worked as a
farmer. Our mother usually cleaned up some other kailyard and the father planted
Shallotte. They never really had their own.
They had
a daughter. She was ninth grade. And you knew what. Yes the ninth grade was the
stage when you got UN (National Examination) and it was the requirement for your
graduation. So when your grade was lower than the standard that had been set up
for, meant you couldn’t graduate. Despite of all of those requirements I found
myself realize that their daughter couldn’t understand all of the lessons that
would be on UN. She couldn’t understand the basic of math, English and so many
things like multiplication, fractional operation, English vocabulary or even
read those vocabularies and etc. I felt so sorrow to see that. So we spent one
day at home to teach her.
The
next day came. We got up and prayed. We got up late so our father had already
gone to the farm, but it was ok because we could still follow our mother who
would go to the farm at 6 a.m. So there we went to the farm. As we walked on
the sun, the trees and the greatest view greeted us. The air there was so clear
I felt my lung breathe more freely there. There was highland covered with
morning fog and behind them we could see the sun was step to head to rise on.
It was truly awesome.
It
was quite a long road from our house to the farm, but it was fun. So there we
greeted to the owner of the farm itself. We asked him if we could help and
experienced some works there. After we got the permit we started to work. It was
kind a quite amusing work. It was plucking weeds that we’re going to do. We plucked
it from one field to another field. Although it seemed pretty easy but lately
it was a little tiring too.
At
the day we went home. We watched a show. It was Marawis Show. It was kind a
music show again using tam-tam, gendang, kecrek etc. It was played every afternoon
in the middle of their village. Usually kids there learned how to play Marawis
too. Besides Marawis, there was so many tradition music show that they always
did, such as angklung, kecapi, etc (I forgot the name). It was so amazing to
see their activity was so different with what I had.
At
the afternoon to the night we were teaching our sister (Our foster parent’s
daughter) and now with more participants. Kids from the neighborhood wanted to
learn too so there the reasons were. And
the night my classmate visit our house. Yeah I thought they must be had fun by
visiting around. I made some little magic physic show. It was a popular magic
show in my school. It was a challenge show to take a coin in the middle of
water without our hand touching the water. The key was that using physics
theory. Yeah and it was a little bit failure but it was fun. Haha J
Now
it was the third day which was our last day there. We got up and prayed. We prepared
our things and packed. We had our breakfast and we took some pictures together
with our foster parents. We visited the other house to pick our classmate up to
the place that had been planned before. Before we left we had to give some
counseling about how to take care of our health starting with a good behavior like
washing our hand after defecate and to reduce or may be to sop consuming cigarette.
And after that we packed off and gathered at Kantor Desa.
There
was a closing for the event. And after that we got ready to go home and packed
ours to angkot. Our foster parents gave us some gift to us and gave a warm
farewell. Every students got their gift too. We all got home with our gifts. It
was harvests from the farm. I was really happy. I thought I would miss the
moment. And it was such a memorable moment in my life.
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