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#4
...Episode 4's...
I had fun while on the beach, the sound of the waves sounding very soothing. That day I can never forget.
An irreplaceable happiness, swimming in the sea with Dad and Grandma just looking in the hut that Dad rented. We spent time together.
While on the beach I looked at the children accompanied by his mother and took her mother's hand. The father who saw me sad, took my hand.
“Although Hani has no mother, there are still fathers and grandmothers who are very affectionate, Hani,” said Father.
After returning from the beach, Dad took us to the orphanage, where I saw many children my age were no parents. There's a boy sitting in a park chair.
He sat alone, with a face that was heavily injured. The mother of the parlour said that the boy was named, Erik.
“Erik orphaned child, his parents have not long died due to accident. From the beginning of the story here Erik always rebelled and fought with the orphanage. Because of his attitude, Erik was unaccompanied and always alone,” said Mother of the home.
Because I feel sorry for coming to him. As I wanted to sit next to him, Erik snapped. “Do not here!”
I sat next to him, then I wrote in the book, “Don't be sad, I want to be your friend, can I?” show me what I wrote.
He just saw no response, before long the mother of the house came and read my writing and conveyed it to Erik. “Erik, Hani wrote wanting to be Erik's friend, can you?”
Erik replied, “I don't need temen!” snapped Erik.
Erik's stubborn and rude nature scares me, I cry when yelled at like that. When I cried Erik saw me, crying without a sound, only tears were flowing in my eyes.
The housewife who saw me cry then said, “Hani don't be afraid huh, Erik is really good, right, Erik?” mother's eyes were on Erik.
Erik was silent, but in his heart Erik felt sorry to see me unable to speak. Erik who at that time could not read, could only be silent when I wrote something for him.
I just left the words on the paper then held by Erik. I wish she could quickly read and be able to read my writing that I left for her.
Dad took me home, before I left, I smiled with Erik and was greeted with a smile by Erik but, still visible from the look on his face of sadness and loneliness.
We went home, my tired father took me to rest, while Grandma who had been snoring since the trip, when she got home woke up and went straight to her room.
I actually wanted to listen to the unfinished fairy tale you told me last night, but I went straight to sleep.
I slept while thinking about Erik, I felt so sorry to see him not having any friends in the orphanage.
I would like to go to the parlour often and accompany Erik to have friends but my father who was busy with his work definitely did not have time to take me there.
I picked up the book and started trying to draw the beach scene I just saw, started to imagine and my hands started to move.
When I drew my heart feeling very happy, after I finished drawing, I felt very sleepy and fell asleep.
The next day as usual Dad went to the office and I was accompanied by Grandma. I wrote, “Nek I want to go to the orphanage that we went to yesterday.”
“Hani many friends yes there?, later deh grandma talk to your father.”
I just nodded and smiled. “Nek can I see my mother's painting?” ask my Grandma.
“Boleh, briefly grandma has something for Hani,” said Grandma, and went to her room.
Grandma said to me, “Hani, grandma knows you like to paint.grandma bring painting equipment and Hani can paint in the warehouse but.., remember not to let your father know yes dear.”.
It's good to be excited I'm jumping up and down and kissing Grandma. “Thank you my dear Grandma,” I wrote in the book.
“Sama-sama dear, let's hurry us to the warehouse there is a blank canvas can to paint,” replied Grandma.
Grandma and I went and went into the barn. There I was with Grandma. Starting to tidy up the equipment and ready to paint, I sat on the chair that my mother used to paint.
I started picking up the brush and dipping it in blue ink, scraping it on the canvas. I want to paint a clear view of the sky.
“Hani continue painting, grandma want to kitchen first.” Grandma kissed and went to the kitchen. But, what I saw Grandma leave while wiping away her tears.
I continued painting and began to live, imagining the sky I wanted to see and I poured it in a painting.
Long story short, I finished my painting, it took me hours to finish. Grandma came inside, saw my painting.
“Very beautiful scenery, Hani great painting it. This is the most beautiful and great granddaughter of grandma painting.”
I always remember that compliment until now. My grandmother has always been with me and has always supported what I do.
In the painting I drew a blue sky with the newly rising sun. There was a beach and I drew 4 people looking at the sun.
“Whose person is in the picture?”
“I, Grandma, father, and mother,” wrote me to answer grandmother's questions.
After reading my writing, Grandma hugged me and started crying. “Grandmother dear with Hani.” said Grandma, her tears kept dripping not stopping.
Grandma continued her words, “Now we eat first, must be hungry because of the long painting.”
I just nodded, but in my heart was very confused why Grandma was crying when she just said happy to see my painting.
My grandmother and I ate together. Grandma cooked my favorite vegetable. Eat with it. While eating suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Assalamualaikum,” sound greetings from door. Grandma went to open the door.
“Sorry I'm Early, I was told to be a Karate Hani.” teacher
“Whose word is it?” ask Grandma.
“I was told by Hendri to train his son Karate, His name is Hani.”
Oiya I have not introduced my father's name, my father's name Hendri. Continuing their conversation, the confused Grandma, immediately called dad.
After calling Grandma, the guest brought Karate's clothes. Long time chatting with grandma, Grandma called me.
I immediately came to Grandma and the guest introduced himself to me. “This must be Hani, the name of Dini's sister. From now on brother who will teach Hani Karate.”
I was confused what is karate, asked with grandma, “Nek what is Karate?” write me.
“Karate is martial dear, usually people learn martial arts in order to protect themselves from bad people and protect others,” replied Grandma.