Children's Story Group
It's Falling Stabbed by Glass

There was the act of the Irwan, the nine-year-old child was always making a tantrum that made both parents have to be super patient. Irwan is indeed a child who is too spoiled, he always assumed his parents would not blame all his behavior.

One time he had dipped frogs, back and forth his clothes were straw and he smelled for mercy, but he also scattered dragonflies to trample the vegetable plants of his neighbor, his neighbor, his mother again had to apologize, fortunately neighbors beside his house can understand the act of the Irwan. Ever also the Irwan sulk because his parents scolded for returning home to the kesorean, instead of realizing his mistake the Irwan even ran away from home, the club of his parents looking, and, while Irwan after tired of twirling in his village finally sneaked back home and slept in his room.

That day Irwan woke up a little afternoon, the school was off because of the red date, his mother did not wake up, he knew Irwan custom, if this holiday fit was awakened too early, Irwan would nagging nagging his mother.

After breakfast, he immediately returned to his room, he took his drawing equipment, there was a picture book and some markers, then without the need to take a shower he immediately brought his equipment to the front of the house. There was a seat made of brick and cement in front of the house, made by his father to relax in the afternoon, but that day Irwan used the place as a place to express inspiration, it was according to him, because soon so fun he struggled with markers and picture books like a famous artist, even though what he did was just make doodles unfounded in his picture book.

Again seriously pouring his imagination through Mas Karyo in front of the house, apparently the man in his 30s was interested in the activities carried out by Irwan. "Wuihh again what's Wan?" ask me Karyo. Irwan who was reprimanded pretended not to hear even more made-up his style by watching his streak with the scenery around his house. Mas Karyo smiled at Irwan and continued his steps.

Before long appeared Uwi and Udin, two brothers who were everywhere always together. Seeing Irwan who was busy drawing them immediately approached, "Hadeeh drawing what's that Wan, such a complicated thread!?" seloroh Uwi's. Irwan is irritated that his picture was ridiculed, "Allah knows you're Wi! This is called an abstract picture, only certain people know the beauty of the art," Irwan replied in an arrogant tone.

Uwi and Udin laughed, "Since when do you know Wan art, please play with us, there are exciting games we offer, you must be interested," Uwi asked later.

Irwan stopped his action and turned his head, "What's the game!?"

"You know, besides our house there are many taro trees, well what if we race a lot to pluck the taro tree, which managed to pluck the most taro trees, it means he is the winner" uwi explained.

Irwan was interested to hear it, "No one has the trees?" tanyakanya.

"Indeed the garden has Mak Iyem, but if the taro trees are so everywhere also grow, come on our quarry there," invited Uwi impatiently.

"Alright, wait!" irwan replied, he immediately took care of his drawing equipment, ran into the house, threw all his drawing equipment on the bed and ran again out, without saying goodbye to his mother he immediately followed two of his friends.

Uwi house is not how far from his house, for a while they are in the garden next to Uwi house. The true memamg uttered Uwi, a lot of taro trees grow there, irregular growth, yes obviously the trees grow themselves are not planted. Before long they were busy vying to pluck the trees, it was happy Irwan's heart, after counting was the most plucking the taras tree. After being satisfied they left the taras they had pulled out of the garden, and with pride Irwan finally came home.

After Mak Iyem the owner of the taras garden came to the house, he reported Irwan's behavior with his colleagues, and asked for compensation for Irwan's actions, his mother was forced to compensate Mak Iyem. Advice was indeed received by Irwan, but he scowled annoyed, cooked a garden taro tree so much as asking for a change, too much Mak Iyem! Censure in the heart. Because of his annoyance, which he originally intended to mengeluyur again maen out undo it, Irwan then went back into the room and slept.

Waking up a little afternoon Irwan's nose smelled a delicious aroma from the kitchen, he immediately looked into the kitchen behind, the mother was making her favorite sponge cake, Irwan's eyes sparkled, soon he comot some, he comot some, he ate deliciously, unsatisfied he took another few pieces and took them out.

As he ate the cake at home he saw his friend the Wempi passing by, "Hey Wem here!" call him. Wempi immediately approached Irwan, "Against Wan what's going on?" ask Wempi.

"This is the most delicious cake in the world made by my mother, you want!?" irwan replies and offers Wempi.

Wempi who saw the sponge in Irwan's hand was interested as well, soon he was bearded.

"Where to?"ask Wempi again.

Irwan turned his head around, his eyes tethered to the rubber cassava tree beside the house, "There!" point at. Wempi turned to him, "What's so good about eating cake on a cassava tree?"

"Ah you're this, want the cake no!?" irwan.

"Fine come on" replied Wempi powerless to refuse, because it was tempted by sponge cake in Irwan's hands

They then rushed to the rubber cassava tree in question. The tree is quite tall and the trunk is large, before long they have been hanging on the tree. Irwn thrust a piece at Wempi, "Eat slowly, you taste delicious taste," Irwan said in a high tone.

They were busy eating the cake while laughing, while busy eating while joking, suddenly...

Cracks!

The trunk of the tree that Irwan occupied was broken, no doubt his body fell down. "Ouch!" his yell.

Wempi immediately went down, "You're okay Wan!?"

"Oh. duhh! My leg!" moaning Irwan in pain.

Wempi saw Irwan's legs, his friend's legs looked covered in blood, apparently when falling Irwan's feet hit the piece of glass, now his legs looked covered in blood, with Wempi frantically lifting his friend's body, "How Wan!? You can walk!?" tanyakanya.

"Ooh.duh! My leg hurts Wem!" shouted again.

Wempi leads Irwan home. His mother was surprised to see the state of his son, he quickly sought a pedicab to bring Irwan to treatment. Irwan's leg that was torn due to exposure to glass had to be sewn. And he had to crouch at home until his feet healed.

"Makanya Wan, if you play carefully, I've told you many times." said his mother while wiping Irwan's head.

Irwan hugged his mother while sobbing, he regretted that he had often worried his mother all this time, a mother who always paid attention and loved him.

So-called.