The Circles of Life
Already common

I was born from the womb of a noble woman named Aini, My mother was forced to marry young because of the lack of responsibility of a father for her

From childhood, I've been used to seeing violence in front of my eyes, yes.

My mother was often tortured in my testimony... My father didn't care if I would scream or cry at this tragic event.

"Mama! Ma! I want to do it now, anyway tomorrow I want to sekolaaaah.." whine me when I just came home to play with a friend of the group, mama just shut up, I called again, "Mamaaaaaaaa! Maa! I want a sekolaaaah"

I said, "Why son? why did you come to school? "

I explained it "at home beautiful sister, she saw her school dress shirt, nice maa, there is a color of ping too, Salma's sister also tomorrow want to apply for school. I also want maaa school"

"And you're 4 years old, you can't go to school, later if you're 6 years old, if you're 4 years old, you can be expelled from the same school security guard" said my mother resisted my desire to go to school.

But I kept pushing, I cried for school.

At night, I heard the sound of my mother crying in the room, hmmm I already understand what happened, I also decided to squat in front of the room mama (want to nguping)

"Toward you, but I won't spend a penny on useless things" papa's voice rang out inside, and when the door opened, I was surprised, too, papa, who found me crouching and teary-eyed at the door, asked,

"why are you here? why are you crying?"

"emm, my stomach hurt a lot, from now on... "

I'm just making it up because I might say I'm nguping again.

"already eaten? " ask papa again,

"it's pa, I think mostly, so my stomach hurts" I said, 'I thought if I said I haven't eaten, papa must be mad mama',

"Why eat so much? eat enough! you know, finding money to buy rice is hard! "

huhuhu.. turned out I was wrong to say, I shouldn't have said that, right so I was the one getting scolded... 😭😭

mama who sat on the corner floor of the room only saw me who scolded papa

Papa then left in his car in the middle of the night leaving us at the house that almost collapsed, yes! my dad had a car, but we were rarely blessed and lived in a place that was not worth it, until now I do not know what business, work, or papa status, if I ask papa where? the answer is just to go to work

The next morning, my mother was tidy and bathed me, then dressed me up...

hehe. I can shower myself, I can't,,

"we want to walk, ma.? "

my question because usually dressed this neatly only when you want to walk the road,

"we want to register you for school, he said you want to go to school, is that not so?"

"yey...! so ma.. yeeey, I went to school.....! we find a school that has a swing ya maa" said I jubilant

"yama"

but do not be careless, this gentle woman can be horror if I am not polite, arguing, volunteering, etc. as a form of firmness in addition to softness.

We walked once, several times I asked for a sling because I felt tired of the endless journey, strong mama carried me even though she was very thin, and I was fat.

our journey stopped at a simple school, the students were not many.

"i want to go to school here, ma? "

"yes. You want to? "

idiiih... Unlike what I imagined, the school is ugly, there are no toys, the field is narrow, the teacher is also not beautiful 😓😓

"i don't want a good school, lots of toys"

"Zakia! do not ask much, if you want to go to school, this is a school that you can pay for, if you want a good school, look for yourself..

Well, I finally did, what can I do if this angel gets angry...

and I can also understand mama, I have been thinking critically since childhood, I can be more understanding than a child generally, because only I am where my mama confided about her life, she said, my mother's place was crying even though I just kept quiet to see her and nodded in a nod of bells when asked..

" Tomorrow you can go to school, Zakiah! do you like this school? ^^^"

tanya ma'am Yas, head of TanjungAlam kindergarten at that time

"yes ma'am, "my reply was short, because I didn't really like the school.

Then mom with mom and mom talking I don't care, I sit tired of listening to mom's story.

just then, a very cute bell with a child tone rang, and the command at the end was Rest.

students run out, some are carefree while singing singing no matter the sound of fals, some are crying because his mother is not accompanying him, some are chasing with other friends, some are chasing after him, at that moment my gaze stopped on a fat boy, his skin was black, he was crying and the two female teachers next to him..

"already what... what's wrong, we buy a press yaa."." said one of the teachers who was beside him, his hand holding his pants wet.

no. It turns out he still likes bedwetting...

not long after, my mother took me out of the school, we went out the alley and out onto the highway, by the side of the road we stood for a few minutes, while I told her about the incident I saw at the school, suddenly mom waved her hand at the blue half-box car, it stopped and we got in it, there were some mothers in the car, there were some vegetables, there was half asleep while his mouth was gaping, and there was also a busy dressing up, mama suddenly shouted driver to make me surprised, "hur hour da!" mama told me we wanted to go to Jamgadang.

not until ten minutes, we got off the angkot, and walked towards the tall building that had a large clock top~

there we sat down and enjoyed the snacks that passed by, and then we went through the market around it, mama bought me new shoes, socks, and bags.

I am so happy, I thank my mom..

at home, we were surprised because not usually papa's car was parked at 6 pm, usually he came home very late, or not home at all

"where are you? " he asked horror staring intently at mama.