Are You My Brother ?
The Weak

The morning.........

As usual, I wake up early and enjoy the fresh air. Staring at the earth adorned with beautiful morning dew, then exposed to a small wind that makes my hair limp random - a scramble. In front of the terrace of the house there I stood, looking at the surrounding area that looked green. Although the city but the atmosphere is like a countryside. But the beautiful universe cannot replace the beauty of togetherness. That morning my father and mother had to go to work, and sometimes went home late at night.

I hate life but I'm afraid of dying. If death had not been painful and then had not been held accountable I might have chosen death rather than living in this eternal suffering.

Soon, the hoarse voice of my grandfather shocked me. Obviously, he told me to be ready - ready to go to school. What about grandma ?. My grandmother passed away long before I was born. But my father's grandmother is still there, and so is my grandfather. It was in the beautiful village that they both lived. Sometimes our family visits them. But only in a certain time.

At school........

" Haaaaaa, friends, there is a limp nih haaaaaa," Ejek Indra at school.

" It's always like this....." My inner.

In such a situation I was reminded of the words of the king, who else if not my brother. When the fear of one thing is really very big then the weakness will be big too.

" Have I ever been wrong with you ? Why do you hate me ?" Ask me in a loud voice.

" Woy Candra, wake up dong. Even your brother hates you, let alone us. So parents do not like to bother others. Weak policy, loser," Ejek Indra.

" Don't tell me my brother hates me...." My atonement.

" For me he's a double, not even three roles in my life. As a brother, as a friend and as my protector. Never judge someone if you don't know the truth" I said.

" What do you want ?" Ask.

The challenge stirred up anger in my heart. Perhaps this is the determination of fire and courage that the brother passed on to me. I immediately approached him with an unusual look even though my path was still limping.

" Who do you call weak, who do you call a loser ? You're brave because many support you. What if you were in my position. Heh it might be a lot more pathetic than me," my Ejek.

" Prookkkk". A hard blow to my face. But strange pain is not so felt. It was clear that the blow hit my face. Heh, right. Maybe my body is getting used to it.

" Heh, you should know...... All this time I've felt a far harder blow than you. That weak blow like yours won't hurt me" Ejekku who aims to provoke his emotions.

" Get on all of you," my dear.

" Stop.........!" Said Indra who was falling to his troops.

" But if you want to be called a loser, just attack him !" Added Indra.

Spontaneously the herd stopped moving, following the orders of the superior. Yes you could say Indra is the chairman of them.

" Candra, I admit defeat, and I acknowledge your greatness. Even when your feet are hurting you can still beat me. Sorry about everything that has happened" Indra said apologizing to me.

" Why do you apologize now, do you know how it feels to be belittled, bullied and reviled. It hurts so much, as if the more I give kindness to you, the more I feel used to it" I said.

" But I am not a vengeful person, I will forgive the person who apologized to me" I added.

Through these words, peace was finally established between us. That close hand signifies an everlasting covenant between us. No more enemy words, no more disparaging words or bad words. But whatever the outcome, the peace began with a fierce fight. Most importantly, it was in school. I don't know who reported the incident, suddenly a fat and scary teacher called us to the BK room.

" You guys, you want to go to school or you want to brawl. You guys are schooled to learn, buian to be a hero," Bentak pak Tono.

Then what do we do ? Yes, it must be just silence, listening carefully to every word of anger that comes out of the fat guy's mouth. In addition, we do not want to make him more angry again, because rumors say, when the fat man was angry then he did not hesitate to slap or hit the perpetrator wrong.

" Tomorrow tell your parents to come here !" Mr. Tono's orders.

" But sir.... My parents work," I replied in a bold manner.

" Do you have any other family members ?" Ask Mr. Anto.

" Have a sir, my Grandpa and my brother. But my grandfather is old, it is impossible to come to this school. Then my sister was still in school, too" I replied.

" I don't want to know, someone has to come. If there is none, I do not hesitate to give severe punishment to you or if necessary I leave you two from this school," Snapped Mr. Tono.

Silence is the best way to deal with such a situation. My heart can only tell the fat man in front of me. Who he is, he's not the principal, what right he got me out of school. The feeling of fear gnawing at my heart, the anger that had been extinguished had re-emerged its form. Even though I was guilty but somehow it was as if my anger was forcing me out of my body. But there's no way I'm hitting that fat guy. However, he is still my teacher, someone to be admired and imitated.