My Idea is Not a Imagination
Chapter 1 Achievement

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"Alfira Maulani"

The call from the direction of the podium shocked me.

Didn't expect me to be just an ordinary girl to be the class champion at my school.

With a wave I was about to advance towards the sound. It's become a habit in my school for award-winning students.

When I was about to get to the front row, suddenly someone hummed my feet and "brugg" without waiting for a long time I fell to the ground. Accompanied by the sound of laughter all students of one school.

"Hey, fall, "

"eat him as a child don't be doubtful" continued Girl, Ana and Devi.

"Basar babu, ya tetep babu aja, dreams so queen" they mock.

But I still don't flinch. Resisting my embarrassment, I got up and walked back to the ceremonial podium attended by all the students. Don't ask my shame, but it's become a habit for me to be insulted and ridiculed.

"Wait for my reply" my heart murmured"

"Congratulations Fira, you're the school champion again" said the headmaster.

"Thank you Mom, and also Thank you to the teacher's parents who have always guided me in every lesson at this school" I said when asked to say a few words of greeting.

Many friends congratulate you, but not for Girl, Ana and Devi. They never liked me.

They are beautiful girls, rich and perfect. In their eyes I was a poor simistine, but God gave me great intelligence.

It was not wrong, every time I looked up, "i was ugly with black skin, fat body and unkempt curly hair"

hmmmm if my parents were there.

There are, but they don't care about me.

Remembering a few years ago.

"Because you women don't know themselves, prekkk, I told you not to look for me." cried my father.

"Sir, I want you to change" my mother replied with a whim.

"That's my hobby until whenever I won't die he said "my father replied with no less loud

"But our treasure will run out if you continue to gamble"

"I only wear a little to be happy." The staggering path indicated my father was drunk.

"Remember our son sir"

"huh, you girls don't talk much enough take care of the good boys." hardik my father

"never organize my life"

Shouted my father as he walked away.

"Where are you going? " ask my mother still with a bit of a whim.

"It's none of your business" while shaking off my mother's hand that wanted to hold her in.

"Don't go sir" prevent my mother.

"haahhhhhhhh no more looking for me, I'm sick of you" said my father as he passed still with a staggering path.

then not how long the sound of the car roaring left the house.

I walked slowly to my mother who was still crying in the kitchen.

"Mom" my call

How often have I seen my father's abuse, insulting and rebuking my mother, not even rarely hit my mother.

If my mother remembered not to gamble and drunk again. But it was ingrained in my father, so as hard as my mother reminded it would still end like this.

My father was the spoiled son of my grandfather and grandmother. They always justify whatever my father did. Even if it violates the rules of religion and hurts my mother, they will still defend her.

"Son," said my mother as she took off her embrace.

"Yes ma'am" I replied.

"When you grow up, look for a good and responsible husband, the most important thing is that he understands and practices religion well" my mother advised.

"Yes ma'am" I replied as I sobbed.

In this cramped room where I study every day. Well this is where I live now, since entering High School I did choose my own boarding house, Due to the distance from school and home is very far.

My mother chose to wander into the city while my father went somewhere.

Our treasure is exhausted even my father left a debt where mana, and my mother who bore it. All that remains is a house and a piece of land.

My mom's in town to work so I can stay in school and pay off the debt my dad left me.

After finishing work from school and tidying up the textbooks for tomorrow, I tried to lay myself in a thin and rough mattress, well to be called a mattress is not fit but that's my bed.

While staring at the ceiling of the room, I daydreamed that I wanted to become a doctor, which is why I studied so hard, the monthly money I sent my mother always set aside for the tube, I only use it for school fees and pay the boarding.

I also work part-time as a domestic assistant in a mansion next to my hostel.

Sometimes I also bring snacks or stationery or anything for me to rent at school during the break time study hours.

I always pray that one day I can really become a doctor, while the tears of hope I always hang in my heart.

Tit, tit, tit, tit, tit,

I was shocked by the sound of the alarm clock beside me.

"huh udh at 3:45",

with a sense of still drowsiness I forced to wake up for tahajud while waiting for the time of morning prayer to arrive.

Not to forget I cooked rice and vegetables that I had prepared from afternoon.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, hopefully this day is smooth and easy" I said while pinching a box containing snacks that I will rent at school.

Every day I take the snacks of Wati's mother, a neighbor who has a stall next to my boarding house. for me to sell and get 5000 wages if it runs out.

By walking down the alley beside the school I walked in a hurry. But from a distance I saw the girl, Ana and Devi were already staring at me with condescending gazes.

"Huh, would have done it again" I murmured

With a rather hasty step I passed them. And it's true.

"Hey Kumal girl, still daring to pass in front of me" she shouted as she stretched her legs in front of me.

"sorry to pass by" I said politely.

"Dare to talk apparently you" he said with a cynical look.

"Girl I never bothered you so please don't bother me, I want to pass by" I said still in a kind word.

"I'll keep bothering you as long as you're still close to Rinto" in a threatening tone.

Rinto is a lesson of achievement, handsome, high posture strapping make many girls like him. No exception to the girl who kept chasing him. He's the chairman of OSIS where I as one of the managers of OSIS that moves me often interact with him.

"Girl, I'm just friends with her, I,

"But I don't care what I want you to not be close to him" as I shakes my head violently.

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