Last Letter to Kheira
FATHER'S STRUGGLE (Flashback)
Sometimes happiness is hard to explain, but happiness is easy to find. It's just that there are many out there who do not understand what the original meaning of happiness itself.
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The night breeze alternated, Their feet incessantly down the streets. At a crossroads their eyes were wide looking for angkot or rickshaw to go home to a simple hut where he lived in a remote village in Yogyakarta.
Because it was late at night he could not find an angkot, finally he decided to rent two rickshaws.
This is where they were born, in this city they were raised and in it they lived with a happiness.
Every holiday, the father always took his three children and his wife to take a walk to a tourist spot in Yogyakarta whose distance is not too far and affordable by public transportation from his village.
They were not born into a wealthy family let alone abundant in wealth, all of it far from their eyes.
true happiness is not based on possessions, but real happiness comes when we have a high sense of gratitude for what we have.
~Light Novelia
(POV father) flashback
Adi Laksmana, father of three children. From a small age he was educated from the rigors of life, even had to travel a long distance about 1 km from the village to the city to go to his school with a bicycle ontel butut owned.
A sense of weight is meaningless in his life. He never complained and did not mind when studying from home to school for years.
Though weary from dawn to meet until dusk. However, his strength and prayers overcame his fatigue.
Although having to go to school from dawn is okay for him. In fact, after school he had to walk to the rice fields to help his father's work (Mbah Kakung).
The shabby t-shirt he wore was accompanied by patchy brown pants that were never a complaint to him.
When children his age go to play with laughter. In contrast to him, he had to help his father grow rice in the middle of the rice field, becoming a porters shed their sweat under the blazing sun.
He understood that he was only the son of a farmer, not the son of a rice paddie. The rice that he had been planting was not his, he only worked and handed over the crops to the boss. Getting a salary that is not as good as his hard work.
However, without the sweat of the farmers, who worked from the rising sun to drowning again, it is possible that many starving humans have died.
Every day his activities only wrestle in the field of academics and help reap rice from the middle of the rice fields to the corners.
He is educated from the nature of life. However, keep trying to learn and strive hard to improve his life with science.
Each to the rice field never forgets to hold the books in both hands. Not only compliments that come, the sneers often touch from mouth to mouth for him.
As if not believe the dream of a farm boy who wants to become a civil servant in a big city later.
"Ih sok sok an afternoon study gini"
Whisper one of the villagers.
However, it was unyielding for him to give up at the beginning.
Trying to ignore the barrage of words that dropped him. However, there was never a sense of vengeance in his heart and there was not the slightest intention to avenge him.
It was only in his mind that the actual retaliation was done with REAL PROOF.
If you feel humiliated by the harshness of the world, endure and fight. Make the insult as a driver of progress to meet the brightness of life.
~Light Novelia
"Fire is not a fire"
the words that always come from his heart. It's the purity of his heart.
Cacian, mockery, insults even became a laughingstock even the villagers he once felt.
Especially when the insults came from the owner of the rice field where the Mbah worked, his name was the boss Dirman. Dirman scoffed at him every time, every time he brought a book and read it in the hut in the middle of the rice field.
"Farmers don't dream of being PNS hahaha"
Mockery Mr. Dirman while scrambling piles of books on the hut, where Adi sat.
"Nothing sir, the important thing is that we will try, pray, and rely on Allah in sha Allah there is a way"
Trying to ignore his words back to clean up a messy book.
His contact was easily interspersed with his violent laughter.
"Nothing sir, pray that's fine because the wheels of life can turn"
Smiling in respect.
Mbah kakung, the father could not do anything for what Dirman did to his son. He only shook his head to see the insular behavior of his superior.
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Juragan Dirman is the owner of the most arrogant rice field because he feels he has a swath of rice fields in some corner of rural Yogyakarta.
He has an only child who is the same age as Adi, the son of Mbah Kakung. However, her only child is famous for his frivolous vices.
Bagas, called. A familiar name in the local village because it often makes a mess in it. He was also, had been expelled from the middle school which is one building with Adi school. Because not bored-boss ditching during class hours and always make a scene with the teachers at school.
His activities are just playing gambling, drinking with the village thugs from night until morning. Making the surrounding residents uncomfortable with its existence makes it always the main topic in the conversation of villagers.
3 Years later, unexpectedly the fateful incident happened to Mr. Dirman. Where the accident occurred when a long drought hit the city of Yogyakarta.
Resulting in all swaths of his rice fields failing to harvest. As a result, he had to sell all his rice fields to pay farmers who had not been paid for months.
Mr. Dirman is almost crazy, but his only son still doesn't care. Dirman's property is increasingly gnawed little by little by his son to play gambling.
Mr. Dirman fell poor and was sentenced to severe pain. Because constantly thinking about the state of his son does not improve.
Especially when he found out his son went into the bui due to bumping a woman to death. Saaat was driving to his house drunk.
It was at that moment that Mr. Dirman breathed his last. And his son got the death penalty.
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Then how are Adi and Mbah? Right after he got the answers of all his prayers and efforts.
A postal courier came to deliver the letter home.
"Mas Adi Admiral?"
Strangled the post courier from the front of Adi's house.
"Yes, I am right myself"
Answer Adi.
"There's a letter from Sekolah Tinggi Pelita"
Give him a letter.
Adi got good news about his graduation and got a scholarship to a famous high school in the city of Yogyakarta, precisely not far from where he lives today.
"Sir, Adi passed the pack and got a scholarship to High School"
His voice loudly called his father.
"Happy son"
Said the father who ran out of the house to meet him.
All the villagers were stunned to see him, the gaze of eyeballs unceasingly fixed on him. The words that all contain insults seem to turn into various kinds of praise.
"Congratulations on"
Follow one of his neighbors.
"Well, the farmer's son can make this his dream to be a PNS"
The other chirp with an unceasing tone praised him.
What about the Mbah?