I remembered being in a total frustration since our rejection with RACTAR. I was pissed to hell when they said they totally fully booked until the next 4 weeks and didn't tell about a thing, well maybe this is life, it is always unfair but what could i do. So after our rejection we went home real quick to find another place. There were me, Dara, Iyo, Kevin, Jennie and Clara. We tried to find and call many foster homes but they answered the same "Please, call again Monday morning." . So we just sent our proposal and hoping they agreed.
Monday is coming but i couldn't call them in the morning, since i had class from morning until evening but then Kevin told me he called one of the shelters and we had another rejection and the same thing happened, i stressed out.
The next day, which is Tuesday i called one of the foster homes. I seriously hate it when it comes to call foster homes, i don't know why but every single time i called them they sounded like i was doing something wrong or bad (which i didn't), they scolded me for ridiculous small things and the funniest part was, i talked in a very light, sweet, and kind tone, but no they just had to reply back with anger, full of hatred tone as if they don't need our help. I mean come on man, i am trying to help you over here and you scold me like i am some kind of worthless chump, but hey anything for marks. Anyway, i called this foster home on Tuesday. She couldn't place me in cause i wasn't so sure about our timing (they wanted us to do it on Friday and Saturday), i told her i needed to ask my friends first but then she scolded me (again) and finally i told her i would call her tomorrow.
Wednesday, 10 AM, i called the place again and still no answers. I called them twice, still no responds. I began to frustrated, where the hell were they?! We had an agreement! As i arrived to school, i still tried to contact them about 7 times and still no responds. I lost myself in the dark, my head was empty, i didn't know what to do, i disappointed my friends, i'm a shameful group leader.
Then, around 3 PM, one of the foster homes called me, said they already looked into our proposal and agreed to having us on Friday and Saturday. I was really happy as i could be, i told my friends we got the place at Rumah Juara and we will be serving only kids (since they are kids maniac). Rumah Juara is located at No. 1&1A, Jalan 1/5, Seksyen 1, Selangor. At that time, i didn't know where the place was, i had never seen it nor visited the place, but all i was thinking "We got the place baby! YEAH!" . We started to buying necessary things for Friday activities. We bought ingredients for lunch, printed a few paper for them to do colouring. Finally, Friday had come and i was really excited and nervous simultaneously. We cooked for their lunch and broke down things of what are we going to do.
We promised them to arrive there at 2.30 PM, because our activities started at 3 PM, they wanted to see us first. We arrived there at 2.45 PM, a little bit late cause jam stood in our way and that was the first time we had ever been to Rumah Juara. So, then i met the caretaker. She was nice but not too nice, and then she asked how long are we going to do our activities, how many times and so on, she looked into our lunch box and stared in a weird way, she asked "Is that lunch box? But the kids had already had their lunch. If you want, you can buy them some snacks like cookies or bread or something" . I shook up, not knowing they had their lunch and i whispered to Alif if he could get these kids something for snacks and then he went to buy snacks. We finally met the kids, they were all really small as if could tear them apart (kidding). Then i introduced myself and so were the rests of the groups, and i asked them who likes to colour and they were (not all of them, just a few) cheerfully saying "ME!" . We gave them the printed colouring paper and started to take colour pencils. This was the madness began, the kids started to running elsewhere, shouting and screaming each other. Some kids started to punch some of us, took one our friend's hat and threw it. We tried to remain calm and also tried to calm them but we were outnumbered, but then the uncle who was one of the caretakers came in and helped us to calm the kids. We finally could bond with them. They were actually really cute and agreeable when they were calm, i think most of kids are like this, we have to make them quite first so their natural beauty would appear. As the time goes by, we were really close to them. There were 17-19 kids and we had to do grouping, well, it wasn't really grouping actually, we just handled which one we could handle. Finally, they finished colouring it and we gathered their paper to see which three were the bests so that we could give them some gifts. Then, we told them who were the winners and we gave them the gifts. After all the colouring was done, we had a little snack time and we talked to them. After snack time, we really had nothing to do. I panicked and started to think what activities that we could do with them, i began to ask my friends and they also didn't know what to do. So, we just talked to them, chit-chatting and then i tried to do high-five with one of them, and they saw what i did, they liked it, as if they were zombies smelling humans odour from a distance and tried to capture it. They started to run and jump towards me, they wanted to see if they could do it higher than before, and they did it not one by one but all in one, one of them slapped my face "accidentally" and they wildly jumping all around. We were really tired and exhausted, so the uncle came in again and calmed them, we've never had this kind of tiredness before, it felt like going to a gym for 48-hours non-stop. So then after they calmed themselves we talked again with them and finally we said goodbye and we went home.
Overall, the day was really awesome. It was awesome meeting the kids, they were cool and awesome and cute. Well, although they were wild and hyperactive, at least when i met them i could see happiness through their eyes and all that happiness contagiously slipped to me.
-Daniel Andre
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