The Circles of Life
School race

The smell of lifebuoy fragrance stuck fresh in my body that morning mixed with the aroma of burning spirit, I was very excited, because the race was only for the show filler, and I was very excited, and the real event was our graduation carnafal.today was my last day having fun while studying at this school, and soon I will be wearing a red and white uniform..😊🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨

We went with the mother on a motorcycle, I was very impatient to see the condition of the school which is certainly a lot of beautiful decoration.

the journey felt long ago, probably because I was impatient, hehe...

When I just arrived, the school was crowded, my friends wore nice clothes, flattened wearing princess costumes and butterfly wings on their backs, they were all very happy...

I rarely wear a dress like me, I'm so embarrassed.

but luckily, my mom forced me to wear makeup, otherwise I wouldn't have dressed up and I'm the only one who looks bulug at this school, anyway,,

We headed straight to the Hall where the elders had gathered.

"Zachikiyah! " that familiar voice was heard, and I turned to the direction of the voice.

"eh, Van... Why? "

"You got Yas's mom backstage"

"ooh, yes, I'm going there again"

"okay.. "

after permission to mom and mom, I also immediately headed backstage through the next class door that was connected.

"why mom?" I asked to see Ms. Yas who was waiting for me from earlier.

"you were the first to perform..! your friend who's in the race hasn't come yet"

"but ma'am, I'm not ready," I refused because I was not ready, from yesterday I just listened to the song that will be contested while repeated, I have not tried singing at all.

"in five minutes your name is called forward, ready to be ready" his tone snapped slightly.

I'd rather than Yas's mad and I'm still told to go forward.

"First participant, Zakiyyah Ruhi with the song Guruku".

all the parents and guardians and friends of the other friends applauded me on stage.

'I swear, I'm so nervous, my heart beats so fast, my tongue dries, I have a hard time swallowing, I'm so misbehaving, my movements are so stiff.

the music play from the left side of the stage began, I was confused, where should I start singing, a few seconds later the sound of mom Yas directing my song, it turns out I have missed 2 lines of song, the song, I followed Yas's voice..

the friends who were in the race started to arrive as I sang.

until the end, my song was actually random.. Oh my god, my shame..

I got off the stage with applause from the audience, but I was still sad because I was not satisfied with my results.

I went down from the stage to where my mom and mom were sitting.

"ma, I was wrong" I asked my mother with a slight sob.

"no matter what, what is important is the effort" sedu mama persuaded me not to be sad anymore.

I sat next to my mom who was holding a chair, I saw my friends who one by one came forward with a good song, I was very sad.

I saw a trophy on display on the right side of the stage, and then I hated to see it, because one of the trophies was impossible to be mine.

A few minutes later, when the unexpected came, I saw my father standing at the back door of the hall, his tall and large body making nothing obstruct the view of people to him. When I looked at him, papa also saw me, he came up to us.

my mother was surprised to see my father standing next to us.

"hmm.. Why go gk say? " answer papa and ask back with a jutek face.

"yes, my brother is not home, how do I want permission." replied the mother did not turn her head towards papa.

"would be able to SMS " papa would not lose without looking at the mother.

Brrrrrrrrr, when can they be at peace. 🙄

"don't be rowdy here" mama's upset.

An hour passed, the show was over.

after that we were guided by the event guide to gather in the school field which was a bit small, but enough.

"Sister sister student of TK perpeta tanjung Alam, for the next race is, the race collects red flags putiiih. "

all applauded.

"Sister sister can see at the left end of the field there, there is a box containing several red and white flags that have not been tied to the stalk, sister can take pieces of bamboo pieces behind the box that contains the flag, then tie the flag to the bamboo and be carried away to the end of the field on the right, then, there is also a box for you to put the finished red and white flag.

then you run to the left end of the field again to repeat.

Your mission is, collect as many flags into each box provided.

The race will start in 10 minutes, when ten o'clock is right, sister can register with brother Zainab at the table there. "

he showed me a barred table not far from us.

" for the winner of the race there will be a certain prize prize.

for the only champion is in the form of money of Rp. 200,000,00

for champion two, it is in the form of money of Rp. 150,000,00

for the third champion is in the form of money of Rp. 100,000.00

for all participants who participate, later after the race is finished will be given free pure milk."

so long was the guide given by Nanda, but I am not interested at all, because I do not like running, I do not like activities that sweat.

"Zakiyah, you have to win! " the word dad surprised me.

"i don't want to go with you, tired" I complained.

"just come along" papa forced me to come along.

"no ah. "I refused because I didn't like it.

Papa pulled my arm and took me to a class where the door was open.There was no one, everyone was on the field, including mom, mom, and mom, and khair.

"you must come! understand?" papa's snarl cornered me to the class wall.

"i can't run away" my reason for being lazy.

papa slapped my cheek hard.

"youh. sick pa... ". i shouted and cried.

"follow that race! "

"iyaiyaaaa" I replied by being forced not to be slapped again.

I went out of class with red cheeks and tears that I hadn't wiped away, everyone who passed me looked at me, I didn't care.

I was back-class changing clothes with sports clothes. I came out with a sullen face to the registration table guarded by Zainab.

"Hiss, I really don't like running... "

I complained during registration

"If you don't like why come to the deck? " ask brother Zainab who heard my grumbling.

"forced papa sis" I answered honestly and left the registration desk