Grabbing Asa
Back Bone
I noticed Sister Iffah cooking for our dinner. At the age of teenagers Mbak, Mbak actually became the backbone of the family since the death of Mother. Ma'am quit school to work, supporting me and my sister Rara. Mbak is different from his friends, when his friend is still joking, having fun enjoying his teenage years, Mbak actually spends his teenage years working. I know, in your heart, you still want school, obviously look disappointed when Mbak saw his friends in neat uniforms. Mbak's body that beribisi now become thin because of fatigue. His eyes were often swollen from crying every night. Mbak does have many shortcomings, but Mbak always tries to give his best for me.
“Wah, yummy nih” said me with a ignorant smile when I saw Mbak bringing food
“Enak it, Mbak who cook” said his proud self
“Iyain deh, let gk tambek again” said I was impressed forced
“Dasar” Mbak threw a pillow at me and I just laughed in response
“Alhamdulillah, today I have more sustenance, what do you want to eat for tonight?,” asked Mom with a special smile
“Mau vegetable spinach and fried tempeh, Mom,” said Rara enthusiastically
“ck, bosen,”
“Apasih, Mas tuh make Rara sprained,” Rara pursed her lips
Because seeing the funny Rara, we all laughed and kissed Rara anxiously making Rara cry.
“Ris,” reprimand Mbak
Mbak's voice broke my daydream, making me realize that we can't joke like we used to. My eyes reddened withholding tears, longing enveloped my heart, longing for the warmth of family.
“Faris, kangen Rara, Mbak,”
“Ah yes, this is Rara's favorite food,” replied Mbak Iffah
“hahaha, ah already, Faris gk want to upset again, Faris hungry,” I said while laughing, laughter that shows falsehood
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The sound of dawn waking me from my deep sleep. I immediately got up from the bed with the mat. I immediately took the wudu and performed the prayer. I pray full of specificity because only in prayer and my time depends. Prayer in silence, where the hope I linked to have a time that is not short to become a person of value.
“Iya, Ma'am,” I replied
“Mbak, want to go straight away, gk delicious same sister Rosa,” said Mbak in a hurry, not yet I answered, Mbak already left home.
Though the clock still shows at 05.30 wib. But Mbak has gone to work, Mbak is a hardworking figure, and I cannot rely on Mbak Iffah alone, I also help Mbak sales to increase income. I deftly tidy up my house and merchandise to take to school and put it in small stalls. I have to keep learning and not complain with the circumstances, keep strengthening the strength to continue to be ready to accept the challenges ahead. Sadness, joy, and other emotions are only temporary, as the moment of night replaced by day, not always sadness struck and not always joy exists. I have to love and enjoy all the processes to achieve haqiqi success.
“Nak, never complain about what has happened today, do your best, because successful people start from toughness and a strong desire to achieve the ideals” Mother's advice at that time
Criings
My alarm clock went off, indicating that it was 06:00 wib. I'm getting ready to go to school soon. I locked the door and hurriedly chased after the time so I wouldn't be late. The distance from my school is quite far, and I took it on foot, passing small stalls on the side of the road, not forgetting I put my merchandise into the stalls.
“everything needs a struggle, sleep also needs a struggle for those who are insomnia, breathing was the process, digestion was so much for those who are blessed with trials in each of his organ systems, he said, to get all of that, shouldn't there be an effort?,” said Father
“as newton law 2, which reads action\=reaction, for small things in the world There must be a process, then what if you want big things? ” He said again
Father's words are clear in memory, where we cannot give up on the situation. Not a few people who humbled me would be a dream that I might not be able to achieve.
“ his future wants to be what the hell?”
“ you have a bleak future”
“mending die alone, rather than living hard Kakakakim”
So were their words that were still heard by me as I passed through the school corridor. Dreaming is free, we have the right to dream as high as anything, no need to fear, no need to think that it is impossible, and no need to hesitate to be honest. Is not a man who has no desire the same as a man who has no purpose? Again this is about the goal, about my dream, my dream, my desire, is the goal I should be pursuing.
The first bell rings, indicating that the class is about to begin. A teacher enters to start Indonesian language lessons. I listened carefully to the lesson, the teacher gave a valuable lesson about time.
“time feels short when you are happy. Surprisingly, time also feels short and even less when you are late. Time is slow when you are waiting to be bored. Surprisingly, time feels slow and even feels stopped when you are sad and difficult. Look carefully, son, it turns out that time feels different when our feelings are also different. In other words, our meaning of time is strongly influenced by feelings. Time is not determined by duration or watch. Enjoy your time, make the most of it. And this will determine our feelings and affect our achievements, he said firmly
Seconds passed into hours. The school bell has rung all the students flurried out of class. I walked down the corridor, looking at the students who were joking and laughing loosely. Not a few friends talk about me, forcing me to give up on the situation. Not a few friends who support me, say that this self is strong. I let them monologue themselves so strongly. Though my soul has been lost somewhere. Sometimes solitude is more valuable than being surrounded by many hands that sow salt in my wounds.