Children's Story Group
The Aroma in Kala Rain
Ryan kissed her mother's hand before leaving for school. He was a five-year-old boy, attending a private kindergarten, about a 20-minute walk from his home.
“Bu, Riyan left first,” his farewell to the Mother.
Her mother stroked her hair while saying, “Be careful on the way.”
Riyan nodded, then stepped out of the house. The sun radiates beautifully, the light feels warm touching the skin. The leaves by the roadside were still wet with drops of dew, visible in the distance the remnants of the white morning mist began to fade, scattered by the light of the sun.
Most like him to go to school while looking at the atmosphere around him, it can add enthusiasm and forget the distance that is quite far occupied.
Arriving at the crossroads, one voice called, “Yan! Riyan! Wait!”
Riyan turned his head, saw behind a rickshaw paddled slowly, in the rickshaw of a little girl waving, Riyan smiled, he replied to a wave of the little girl's hand, “Meri!"
The pedicab got closer and stopped in front of Riyan, Meri smiled gleefully, “Let's go up here! Depart with me!” said Meri offered, then the little girl gave room for Riyan to sit down.
"Come with Riyan, go up and get to school quickly," said one adult voice. The rickshaw puller's voice.
Riyan did not refuse, he just went up to the rickshaw and sat beside Meri, back paddled. Meri patted Riyan on the shoulder, "And I told you many times, if we go wait for me, we go together!” Riyan just grinned when he saw Meri then grunted annoyed.
Meri one school with Riyan, if Riyan always walk because his father is hunting to go to work before his time he goes to school, while Meri is always escorted by his father to school, Meri's father is a rickshaw puller. The little girl was always good to him, especially his father also always visited the house every night, either to chat or hang out watching television, he said, but even so Riyan is sometimes embarrassed if it has to be Meri's rickshaw continues.
"Dad Aden has he left for work?" the voice of Meri's father breaks the daydream.
"Yes sir, you have left first" replied Riyan.
"Other times with Meri aja Den, ride a rickshaw, tired if the road, from home to school quite far," said Meri's father again.
Riyan quietly did not answer, unfortunately if every day nebeng, he thought. After all he prefers to walk, many sights longer he can enjoy to see.
"Yeah Yan, you're the reason why, I told you, go with me," said Meri.
Riyan grimaced at Meri's words, and to please the little girl he nodded.
That day there was a masterpiece lesson at school, making the shape of objects with clay, the result of his hands clay and the shape he made was arguably not good, he mixed it with too much water. Riyan's downtime is busy picking flowers in the school yard with the boys, he says bees usually like to perch on flowers, and the wages for Riyan his hands must throb pain due to being stung by a small bee, not to mention scolded by the teacher because of their behavior.
"Eat him do not be recalcitrant," said Meri slowly after Riyan in the nasehati Bu Guru so as not to repeat his actions to damage the flower plants in school.
Riyan could only grunt.
Finally the bell went home, the children were happy to hear it, and so was Riyan. Arrived outside the dark, cloudy atmosphere apparently, immediately he ran home without waiting for Meri. Before long running his little legs feel tired, sorry he why was not waiting for Meri, now there is no hope will be able to cut down his father's rickshaw, he said, because he had gone through a different path to the road that Meri and her father used to walk.
Slowly he went down the path while looking down exhausted, no matter the darkening sky, let it rain, anyway his clothes could be washed by his mother when she got home. As he walked in Riyan's eyes glared at the shiny object in front of him, after a close up he found out, apparently the coin he saw, not just one, there were five coins lying in the street. Got who? Riyan looked left and right, no one saw him, let me take him home, I'll show him. He took the coins and put them in his pocket.
Rain fell, even though the distance to the house was still half, Riyan walked slowly in the rain, really true fate that day, especially when he felt his stomach was heartburn, if anything, want to defecate where in this situation. Being held back desperately from her stomach-like heartburn that was twisted, Riyan walked more slowly. Until he thought, ah let it go out in the street, such heavy rain surely no one noticed. Sure enough, he was not strong enough to resist his stomach impulse, out of what was being held from his ass, and fell on the road carried by rainwater.
Riyan's stomach was relieved afterwards, though he was amused himself to imagine what had just happened. After his stomach felt light, he accelerated, which he feared when lightning struck during the rain, while hearing his voice alone made Riyan very afraid.
At home Riyan hurriedly knocked on the door through the back, fortunately his mother was cooking in front of the stove in the kitchen. “Yeah Riyan, you're coming home raining like that!?” Riyan did not care about his mother's reprimand, immediately he reached into his pocket and took out the coins he had just found.
“See mom, just now Riyan found this on the street," he said while throwing his coins towards his mother.
His mother took the coins, looked at him for a moment, then threw them into a burning furnace. “Mother is burned!?” protest Riyan. His mother was silent, before long he scratched the furnace, took out the coins from the burning embers, “Let's clean from the dirt Yan.” said his mother later.
“Keep the money for what Bu?” ask Riyan.
“This money must belong to people, but we don't know what to bring back, you who find it, later this money makes Riyan snack rather than redundant, hopefully the one who lost mengikhlaskan,” replied his mother.
Riyan was excited, but his mother suddenly sniffed in front of him, “Eh, what scent is Yan? Does it smell bad like this?” ask the mother.
Riyan just remembered the incident when it rained, “Anu Bu, that was Riyan..,” he told me about the embarrassing incident he experienced on the road just now.
“Jeez Riyan! Come quickly to the bathroom, you can-can make a scent when it rains!” his mother shouted while laughing. With a red face Riyan immediately ran to the bathroom.
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