Liebe Zu Maiza's
Commemorative

the morning is still frozen, the wet aroma of the rest of the dew still feels piercing the base of the nose. The atmosphere of the morning was still clear, but this did not last long, a few moments later, after the residents of the city were awake, they would race to a place of hope to make a living, then the city returned grim with the smoke of vehicles.

The sun did not shine as brightly as the previous days. The sky is covered in dark clouds. The birds of the church fell down here and there and began to look for shade.

Aunt Yusnita is heating the car. His routine every morning, before leaving for the office, he would take care of his three children, prepare breakfast and take him to school.

Nurul sat waiting on the porch, both of his hands holding a picture book that did not fit into his bag.

I got ready, I saw my face in the mirror. I threw a sweet smile at the human being seen in the reflection of the mirror.

'Whatever happens to you, no matter how deep your grief goes, keep smiling, because the world never cares about someone's problems, the world will still turn around even if you lament sad' my mother said to me before I left home to this place.

My God, this face is getting more and more unappreciated, embarrassing red spots. Monthly acne non-stop. Just this morning, the oil has made the tip of the nose shine.

I breathe, let it be like this. If my face goes back to how it was, then more and more distractions. If my face is like this, not many people will want to deal with me. Isn't it just beautiful people whose lives are full of distractions at all times?

I opened the door to the room, the presence of Afni in front of the door surprised me. He raised his right hand to knock on the door. His face was irritated, his smile was already starting to be expensive for me. He watched me from the tip of the foot to the end of the head. An unsymmetrical smile appeared on his face.

"For so long you make people wait!"

There was no answer to her words from me, just let her put out her annoyance at me today at home so that the situation at school is safe to control.

He then turned his back and walked down the stairs. I followed him from behind. My room and Afni's room are adjacent on the second floor, while Yusnita and Nurul's aunt's room is on the first floor.

Only a few steps passed, Afni stopped and turned her body to face me. For a moment he stared at me, I returned his gaze.

"Oh iyya almost forgot, this time we went to school together delivered Mama. I don't want Azmi or Rima to see me in a car with you, so I want you to get off somewhere else or anywhere, just from the same time as me, okay?" his voice was slow but his emphasis was full of threats. A warning that I must hold, Azmi does not want to be seen by her friends with me.

It turns out his name is Rima, his friend, the owner of an unsymmetrical smile that always plays curly hair.

"But Afni, how, I have to go down where, you know, I'm new here and" I'm sorry to hope that Afni changes her mind and retracts her words.

"I don't want to know, think to myself, that obviously we don't get out of the car at the same time, period." he added. Without a care he immediately turned his back on me and continued down the stairs.

As usual, the road is still quite quiet to Nurul school. Along the way, Nurul chatted, telling him about the picture of the house he made last night. In front of the house, he also drew the occupants of the house in the picture. He showed the picture to me and Afni.

Afni was not interested in Nurul's image at all. I saw there were five residents of the house, a man was in the position of the edge, it must be Om Haris, followed by a short-haired woman who was none other than Yusnita aunt. After that there was a long straight-haired girl, it was an image of Afni, followed by the woman wearing the hijab it was me, last there was a little boy with hair in the braid it was Nurul.

I tried to smile at Nurul to give her appreciation for his work. I can't kill his spirit. One smile for her could be something precious that keeps her heart intact. While Afni saw that, instead of giving a little praise to her sister instead denounced.

"Obviously, there's no good at all" he said.

"Mama, Afni's bad brother." Hearing Afni's reproach, the cheerfulness of Nurul's face was swallowed by Afni's sentence which pierced the feeling of the little boy. Nurul immediately closed his picture book and complained of his sadness.

"Darling you must be kidding me, isn't it?" aunt Yusnita tried to improve the mood of her youngest daughter due to the actions of her own eldest daughter.

Nurul's babbling should make me happy. Nurul put me in his family picture. I was considered like a big brother. But honestly I was not amused, Afni's words on the stairs ringed. My brain is working so hard not to go down at the same time in front of school. All the time goes on, and this car keeps on going near Nurul's school, and then it's going to my school. Brilliant idea has not yet been found.

Me and Afni were sitting in the same seat as the school at the same school but it felt like there was a wall separating me from her. Along the way I thought about what I should do when I got to the front of the school, while Afni was also silent, her face flat and her gaze cast on the vehicle that started to fill the streets.

We arrived in front of the school. The little girl did her ritual before entering the gate, while kissing my cheek, I whispered something to her.

"Your picture is so pretty, Miss Sweet, no painter has a brilliant idea like you."

Hearing that, Nurul sumringah's face, he stepped into the school gate with a flowery heart.

The journey continues to my school. Silence is created, all playing with their own minds, I am busy looking for a way out of the problems that Afni created for me, maybe Afni is imagining how difficult it is for me to meet her threat earlier or imagining how it would be if I got down from the same car as me. Aunt Yusnita was also silent, she focused on her steering wheel. Maybe aunt Yusnita thought that Afni and I were calm because they were enjoying the journey, even though the flames of hostility had just been sprinkled by her daughter.

"Oh yeah, Mom has an office show for a while and will be home at night. You'll be picked up by Salim." Salim is Yusnita's aunt's staff at the lantor. Salim often comes home to pick up goods or whatever needs in the office or items that are left behind.

"Good aunt,"

The answer does not answer. Silence for him is yes if aunt Yusnita asks for his approval. If you disagree, you will protest. I think Afni's working on her new idea for me again, she'll be working on me after school.

The car continued to go, only a few dozen more meters would reach the school. Afteri glanced at me, his glance full of warning, while I did not know how to.