Joy: A Hope's
Chapter 7: Changing?

Once upon a time in Elementary School during a learning activity at school. A teacher was teaching and asked Joy. “Joy, what are your ideals?”

Joy was still innocent at that time - her mind still not open wide-reviewing a wide smile. In the spirit he replied, “I want to be a teacher, Bu.”

The teacher also smiled. “What a glorious ambition you have, Son,” said the teacher praising. The rest of his lesson hours, he told how hard he struggled so that he could become a teacher. Tell me how great a teacher is.

“Without teachers, there will be no such thing as doctors, soldiers, police, and any other occupation profession. They're born. They can exist, because a teacher.” So said his Elementary teacher who made Joy's spirit more burning to become a teacher. Joy motivated.

Then, when Joy was already sitting in Junior High, a math teacher also asked her the same thing.

“What do you want to be?”

Not immediately Joy replied. The young man seemed to be fondling what he was about to say. Instantly remembered his words when he was still in SD. He wants to be a teacher. I wanted to say that, but Joy hesitated.

Joy felt like something had changed from her since sitting on the Junior High. Everything is new, everything feels different. Including the ideals of Joy who he said wanted to become a teacher. However, Joy could not explain in detail the difference she felt through words.

All eyes were on Joy, the star of the class. They all seemed to be waiting for Joy's answer. No exception that math teacher was sedan looking at him with one eyebrow raised.

“I want to be a math teacher, Bu.” And, in the end, there was a change in his ideals. In the past when he was in elementary school, he wanted to become a general teacher, now Joy only wants to be a teacher of mathematics.

Dan, now. When Joy was about to enter the upper middle level, her ideals changed again. Even changed drastically. Descending his childhood ideals. Who used to want to be a teacher, now Joy wants to be a writer. Very contradictory, isn't it?

It all started when Joy suddenly wanted to produce a work before finishing in Junior High. But he was confused as to what to do. After a long time of contemplation, suddenly he had an idea of wanting to write a story. Until when Joy managed to finish one story, she knew she was addicted and wanted to make a new story again.

At that time, Joy did not understand at all the use of writing procedures in good and correct Indonesian. The writing is still ambiguous because it is written in a notebook, as well as sentences that do not fit EYD on average. The point is, there are a lot of mistakes that Joy feels. Naturally, he was just a novice writer who had not even dared to publish a single piece of work.

Starting from the idle word and trial system, bringing Joy to curiosity as well as interest to explore further it. There are many things that Joy needs to dig deeper to revise some of the raw manuscripts that she managed to complete a year.

The inconsistent joy is now on the verge of confusion. Worry about where to continue education. One wants to continue learning about Indonesian, but on the other hand can not do anything because it contributed Eros. Even struggling Joy did not dare to face the man.

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“Finally this one script also.” Joy got out of bed, from the blanket that made the body warm in the morning that was still dewy. Waking up this morning he did not go straight out of the room, but finished the script of the novel first that was almost finished.

The teenager stretched his muscles, especially the wrists and neck, which were painful due to typing for too long while staring at the phone screen. His eyes hurt a little to let out water. It seems like the factor of writing too long. Stay up until one in the morning just to write, then wake up at half six in the morning and write again.

Not to forget Joy pocketed the phone into the pocket of shorts, then walked out of the room. The living room atmosphere was empty. When passing through the kitchen when going to the bathroom to wash your face, Joy did not find the figure of Santi who usually has struggled with the equipment in the kitchen at this hour. Joy frowned. Did both of his parents go to the garden?

The position of the bathroom as well as the toilet Joy is near the kitchen outside the house. Near the back garden of the house. When Joy after washing her face and face was fresh, faintly heard the sound of hoes from the back garden. The more Joy sharpens the hearing, the more it feels real that the sound is indeed coming from behind the house. Joy was curious, and then found out. He walked a few steps forward and found his father was hoeing the ground to make the beds.

“Again, Sir!” greet Joy carved a smile, though she knew that her greeting would not be reciprocated.

Eros gave him a quick glance, then again hoeed the ground hard enough. Maybe because of the effects of drought that has been several weeks does not rain. The sweat had flooded the man's temple while it was still early in the morning. Occasionally rub his forehead which is also wet.

Joy was pityed and stunned by the sight before her. He always felt sinful whenever he saw his parents working hard until his memory while he was just relaxing. In fact, the feeling of hatred that had perched in Joy's heart some days immediately disappeared carried away. Yes, the relationship between Joy and Eros a little stretched and lost communication about dinner at that time. Joy had inhabited the father who in fact did not care at all about him. Eros nonchalantly makes Joy give up on her own in the end. Call it losing.

“Joy apologizes, yes, sir, about yesterday-yesterday,” said Joy full of regret. His eyeballs are glazed. Joy at least can not cry if in a state of haru or sad like this.

“No need to cry. Crybaby once.” Eros. The man's tone was always firm to the point of being sarcastic.

However, this time Joy did not hurt to hear that sentence. Instead, he chuckled. “You Joy help you, Sir?” he offered himself again.

Eros heard a grunt. Further said, “Sana help your mamak pick up vegetables. I don't think he could cook breakfast. The laundry was a lot. Poor him from this morning has not stopped working.”

Joy follows the direction of Eros's nefarious gaze. Highlight Joy's eyes instantly dimmed, looking at pity. Seen the figure of a woman who looked lethargic picking various kinds of vegetables in the garden next door.

Joy took a breath. Staring at Eros for a moment then passed away. However, he has only stepped up a few times. Joy stops her steps back when her name is called by Eros.

He turned around with a glimmer of hope in both eyes. Joy thought Eros would have apologized to her a while ago, what else was the gentle tone of the man's call. However, all of it collapses when ....

“Lain times, do not like to stay up late. Wake up again. Poor Mamak you work alone continue.”

“You've grown Joy. I hope you can understand what you mean, Mr.” he said again.

Joy's smile faded. Her chest feels tight. His overly high expectations were mercilessly crushed by reality. Joy must realize that Eros is still Eros. There's no way her nature will change that fast just because she apologized to Joy about the dinner.

Absolutely impossible!