The Circles of Life
Chasing doors

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.

"Because our flag box is limited, then the race will be divided into 5 rounds, each rounde will choose five participants to run.

For the first round, we select the holder of the lottery number 05,"

'alhamdulillah is not me'😒

I'm impingement

"Then 07"

'hm... fortunately not me'😒.

"then nomooor..... "

'do not I, O God.. '😣

"02"

'hmmm'

"11. bye... "

'don't I. males really'😑

"seven belaaas!"

'oh, 'lah, why me anyway? it's not clear, nanda😪

well. I've been called, inevitably have to run.

I'm ready, arm up. Kusing singkan.

"tigaa, duaa, oneu, priiit"

the sound of a whistle being blown by kak nanda made all participants including me run quickly.

I ran on the field, but my subconscious carried me away from all the problems I felt from the past, the stronger the memory of the painful period the firmer my run. I felt almost at the door of happiness as I ran, but the more pursued the faster he got away, the more I reached the fading the color.

I did not realize, the race had passed five minutes and the nanda kak whistle sounded to signal to stop.

who would have thought, I managed to put the flag that had been tied to seven stalks, while the others were only five.

But what struck me when I realized was not the result of the flag I took, but what door was there?

Why does it feel so claustrophobic when I can't reach it?

"for the winner of the first round is, ZAKIYYAH, with a total of seven flags".the guardians of students and friends who surround the race area applauded including mother and mother.

I don't know what wind drew my lip line until you got a glimpse of a smile there.

kak nanda with a tall thin body like a basketball player seemed to approach me.

"happy yes Zakiyyah.but this is a winner while yes deck.There is still a final after 4 rounds again finished, rest to prepare ready".

"good brother. "reply me.

I immediately went to the edge of the field and rested under the tent, I took a drink provided for the participants of the race.

I thought back to the door I was chasing earlier, why did he go any further? but I'm relieved to see that door, just look at it later, I'll chase the door again.

I look to the right and left, where are mama, khair, and mama? huufts..

I'm too tired to look.😓

After twenty minutes, the four remaining rounds were finally finished.

"For participants who enter the final round, can rest first five minutes while preparing energy. "again kak nanda talk in front of the white goods shaped like a trumpet.

'Huuuft, I've had a break of twenty minutes from earlier, but this race will be very tiring, because the sun is already felt on top of the ubun ubun.

"To the younger brother of the final participants of the race is expected to gather in the middle of the field"

'apparently being the champ is good too' I thought to myself, so the center of attention, hehe..

mama and mama came up to me, brought me a cold drink.

" mama from where? how did it disappear? you know, I'm in the final lhoo"

I grumbled when my mom came.

"there was hungry hair, so mama kekantin there buyin kair bread, yes mama know you enter the final so mama buyin cold drink."

mama explained.

"thank ma... ^^^"

Now I, Sinta, Dimas, Rehan, and Dani and brother Nanda who were driving the race were gathered in the middle of the field.

Brother Nanda gave direction after direction that was more complicated than before, and this time the time was shorter.

Me and my four friends took good care of the instructions

"Well, now sister can take a place in the star line. "

we also moved to where we should be. When Nanda's whistle rang, we were chased by a tiger from behind, the burning spirit of the five little warriors.

Four minutes passed and finally sister Nanda again blew her whistle 3 times a sign that the time was a little, Sinta who was always in the back position arrived to stop, I was almost caught off guard because, The dimas that was always behind me arrived like he was filled with energy from the sky, he cut my way, but what power, I can no longer increase my speed, it feels like this speed is the most full.

I was in the fourth position of the four remaining participants, I felt like I would just give up, because I was unable to increase my speed anymore, and arrived "priiiiiiiiit" brother Nanda blew his whistle the last sign the race was over.

Without stopping, I immediately ran towards the edge of the field, I felt unacceptable, my eyes glazed with glass because.

I hate all of this, my inner self in my heart.

I sat in the shade under the banyan tree, I threw my foot forward, I drank the cold drink that my mother had bought. I am really disappointed in myself.

"Well, the younger brothers, the father and the mother of the audience, the Championship will be announced immediately and the Prize will be awarded immediately, because it is almost the time of zhuhur, he said, and the event after zhuhur will be held in the hall of Kindergarten.

The first champion was won by DIMAAAS' sister.. "

The sound of applause sounded disturbing once in my ears.

"with the number of flags EIGHT..

The second champion was won by ZAKIYAAH's sister.. "

Whahuh? how can? 😱 I was the last one running. 😱

"with the number of flags SIX..

and the last champion was won by the younger brother DANII..

the number of flags of LIMAA"

I just realized that it was not a race run, but a race to collect flags, just need a fast run to get the most flags..

I was sure not to be sure immediately walked towards the small podium, I was standing on a box that was knee-high with the number two.

I was so proud of it, The clapping noise that was bothering my ears earlier, turned into a sound that incised the tip of my nose..

Some money worth Rp. 150,000.00 was given to me with congratulations, for the son of Kindergarten, the money must be very large.

I got off the podium with pride and a little misbehavior, hehe..

I ran towards my mother and mother watching, mother immediately greeted me with hugs and congratulations, but a few seconds immediately released..

"Uh. kamuu... "

mother said with a smile but frowned.

"he... "

After that, the time was short, and it was time for us to go home.

When my mother started her motorcycle, my father approached us.

"Zakiyah came home with my brother, he will be overheated" said papa to mama.

"Ask the same Zakiyah" replied mama cuek.

My hand was pulled straight towards the car without asking me if I wanted to go home with my dad or with my mom and mom.

I give up, but what can I do...?

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