Memoir Seorang Guru

I'm Sunan.

This is my story.

A story that starts with...

hate.

Apparently, people fish to calm their mind.

-As if you don't have problems. -I do.

Whenever I have a problem, I ask for advice. Unlike you.

Look at you.

You now have another illness.

They said they will unwrap my leg next week.

Brother, stop controlling Kama.

You have rejected every guy who was interested in her.

Nobody is right for you.

Now what?

You don't know why I did that.

It's because you didn't tell me.

Here. Finish it.

Daddy, please listen to me once.

Kama, I don't want you to end up like me!

You're not me and I'm not you.

We're two different people.

Listen, I don't agree with whatever you say.

Brother...

Finish this.

Are you mocking me?

All right.

I'm going for a stroll over there.

It's getting hot over here.

Man.

I won't fill and sign this form!

Mr. Sunan, you've been teaching for so long.

You still don't know?

You must fill the performance form four times a year.

Sir, I'm 40 years old now.

Why should I fill this form?

My grade remains the same.

A lot of unnecessary things and instructions I need to follow

that are unrelated to the subject.

What is all of this?

A bootlicker.

You can request to be posted back to the city.

It's not for long.

It's five years, not five days.

Maybe you can heal yourself over there.

-Don't do it. There are nestlings. -I don't care.

-Poor them. -You're always up for this, Mat.

-Let's foster its babies. -Never.

Mat, how could we separate the bird and her babies?

Try to imagine ourselves in her place.

Birds and humans are not alike.

-It's hard to climb this tree. -I can do it.

If you want to, you try.

If my dad asks, don't tell him I climbed the tree.

Tell him you climbed it.

Me? I don't want to lie.

-Mat! -Mat!

Sir! I need your help to take someone to the hospital.

O Allah! Hang in there, Mat!

-Honey, help him out. -Be patient.

Help me, Mom! It hurts!

Help me!

Be patient!

-Help him out, honey! -Be patient!

Mom, it hurts!

I told you not to climb the tree!

Manon, your nephew's buttock is torn.

Help me, Mom! It hurts!

Be careful!

O Allah! My son.

It hurts!

It hurts!

Kama, get inside the car. Go.

O Allah.

-Mat! -O Allah!

My son. Help him out.

O Allah. Help me, sir.

Help me, sir.

-I have a lot of stuff in here. -Remove it.

Hey, Pak Mat's here! Let's go!

O Allah.

-Be careful. -O Allah.

Move! Quick!

Daddy, hasn't it been a while since you last fished?

Right from the start, I worked for the money.

Because I didn't have any other option.

Every day, I go to school and face everything that I hate.

It's my own fault.

I can't bring myself to like this job.

Will these new surroundings be able to change my mind?

From merely being a teacher to giving it a meaning in life?

Mr. Sunan, I'm very honored to have you here.

You came from the city, so I believe you have fresh ideas.

I'm asking you a favor, make a change here.

Enhance our performance. Will you?

Sure, I'll try.

People say the devils like to gather here.

But the students here are angels.

I'm just joking.

It sounds clichéd, doesn't it?

-Yes, it does. -Well...

Every year, this school ranks the lowest in the district level.

As such, I appoint you as 6 Gemilang's classroom teacher.

-The teacher's here! -Stand up, everyone.

Peace be upon you, sir.

Peace be upon you, sir.

And upon you be peace. You may sit down.

What day is it today?

Today is Monday.

What date is it today?

12 April, 2004.

My name is Cikgu Sunan.

Don't ever forget.

Starting from today...

I'm your classroom teacher.

And I'll teach you Malay subject.

-Do you understand? -Yes.

I want to get to know everyone.

-Abdul Halim Bin Osman. -It's me.

-Ainur Amira Binti Tajudin. -It's me.

Alias Bin Abdul Rahman.

Where's Alias?

He'll be coming a bit late, sir.

-Why is that? -Because he lives far from school.

Remember, if your house is far, you should wake up early.

Attend school.

Do you understand? -Yes, sir.

Chan Chee Heong.

-Fatin Amira Binti Yahya? -It's me.

Mihad Bin Jali?

Is Mihad Bin Jali also late?

He's outside, sir.

There he is.

What are you doing here?

As usual, brother, it rained yesterday.

-So this became a puddle, brother. -Brother?

-I mean, Uncle. -Uncle?

Look over here. I'm not your brother.

Nor am I your uncle. I'm your teacher.

Look very carefully.

What is that? Give it to me.

Give it to me.

Now.

This is sustenance.

What is this?

Frogs? They aren't sustenance.

Do you think this is a zoo? This is school!

-Do you get it? -I'm sorry, Uncle. I mean, Teacher.

Go back to your class.

Muhammad Desa Bin Bakar.

He's in the hospital.

-Why is he in the hospital? -He got stuck on a tree.

Hey, be quiet!

Don't laugh! Pity him.

Yes, we can't laugh at someone's misery.

We have to pray for them.

-Do you understand? -Yes, sir.

Paliapan...

Hey.

You. Come here.

Who else if not you? Come here.

Faster.

-What time did you wake up? -I woke up before fajr prayer.

But today, my ape escaped our house.

Ape?

Your ape escaped your house?

-What made you late? -I was looking for my ape.

-Were you able to find it? -Yes.

So you prioritize your ape over school?

Sir, I treat him like my brother.

His name is Chot. I love him so much.

Go to your seat.

You have to aim at the right spot.

I don't feel like going to school. I was on sick leave for too long.

You don't want to go to school?

You have to, no matter what.

That's right. It's not fun without you.

The new teacher is too fierce. I don't want to go to school.

Mat, he would not scold you without a valid reason.

Am I right? -Yes.

All teachers hate me.

I was even punished by the kind-hearted Ustaz Kamarul.

I can understand.

You know, I always pray that you get well soon.

Thank you for the prayers, but what if I skip school?

-Then we're no longer friends. -Don't be like that.

We've been friends since we were little.

It hurts.

Idioms are...

simplified proverbs.

It consists of two or three words with different meanings.

All right, who can tell me the meaning of this proverb?

Souvenir.

-Who can tell me its meaning? -Me.

Go on, Sakinah.

-It's a type of fruit. -Fruit?

A smart cookie.

Who wants to answer?

-Me, sir. -Who wants to answer?

-Sir. -Yes, Sakinah?

Fire victim.