The False Lover the Culun
Chapters 1. Lifewheel

Life does not always go according to what you want.

When the universe is dropping don't look for the cause, but find a way to get up immediately.

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My name is Sherina Kanza and I am a little girl who will soon be 6 years old. I am the only daughter of Mr. Efendi and Ms. Yasmin.

My father and my parents worked as teachers at Al-Fatih Insan Unggul. My father was an Indonesian teacher at Al-Fatih Junior High Schooll, and my mother was a teacher at Al-Fatih Kindergarten.

I stood confidently on the stage, with the light shining down the middle, right where I was standing.

“Now, I will tell you some things about Al-Fatih Insan Unggul,”.

"At Al-Fatih Insan Unggul, you can start from the lowest to the highest level of education, starting with Kindergarten (TK), Elementary School (SD), Junior High School (SMP), etc, Senior High School (SMA), and lastly University (College).”

From the stage, I occasionally spread my gaze around the room filled by most children from abroad.

I was asked to amaze the school guests who came from abroad but currently live in Indonesia.

Eloquently, in English I explained all the important things about Al-Fatih Insan Unggul. And it turns out that the school's plan to amaze them with my intelligence worked.

Many guests praised me, and eventually registered their daughter's son hoping that their daughter's son would be the same as me.

The applause and the calls from the audience accompanied my small footsteps down the stage.

There, I saw Mr. Sam and Ms. Naura are waiting for me.

“Sherina, My Baby Mr.sway. Sam when he saw me walking towards him.

“You are, it's great. Very proud, Du siehst heute toll aus,” he said excitedly to me.

“Du siehst heute toll aus,” my deuteronomy justifies the German pronunciation of Mr. Sam use to praise me which means, “You are so cool today,” yet somehow it sounds weird in my ear.

Mr. Sam and Ms. Naura is a friend of my mother, and both are also kindergarten teachers.

Al-Fatih Kindergarten to Al-Fatih University is an intentional private school.

His students are notoriously intelligent and also come from middle to upper class families.

And lucky for me, because even though I only come from a simple family, but Father and Mother try their hardest to keep sending me here. Best private schools in the City.

“Wah look at Ms. Naura, Sherina even now taught me German,” the chandelier.

“Sherina is great, Mr. Effendi and Mrs. Yasmin is very lucky to have a genius child like her,” said Ms.Naura co-christened.

I just kept listening to the two keep arguing.

I hear a lot, a lot of people say that both my parents are lucky to have a child like me.

“Child like me? What's wrong with me?” the question that will come up at that time.

I don't know, I don't understand. Maybe it's because I'm a kid, and I haven't been required to understand adult speech.

But more and more often heard the statement, I became curious and finally asked Mother, “Mother, why do others always say if Mother and Father are lucky to have me?” plain question from me.

Mother then hugged me warmly, “Sherina dear, every parent is lucky to have a son and daughter,” said Mother Yasmin.

“So does father and mother. We're really lucky to have such a beautiful and smart daughter like you,”.

Beautiful and adorable, well, I often get compliments like that. Many of them admire the beauty of my eyeballs that are bluish-gray, in contrast to most other Indonesian children who have black eyeballs. While I personally really like my long hair that I always let down.

My hair was slightly tanned, so many people were interested in finding out more about my parents' origins.

My father was one of the lucky men who managed to win the heart of a woman of mixed Indonesian-Russian descent named Yasmin during a student exchange program. The two finally decided to get married, and were blessed with a baby who was none other than me. Almost my whole face is similar to Mother who is indeed mixed blood.

Not only are they praised beautiful, they will also praise me as a genius, because at the age of 6 years, I have mastered 4 languages, Indonesian, English, German, and so on, and Mandarin. My dad has just started teaching me Arabic. Not only mastering the language, I am also familiar with various discussion of lessons for SD and Junior High School students. Algebra, numbers, sets, to arithmetic are no stranger to me.

I am not only interested in academic knowledge. I also have an interest in the world of dance, especially ballet that I have started to pursue since the last year.

In the field of music I am interested in violin. I even had time to put violis into my list of ideals when I grew up.

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From inside my pink-dominated room, I woke up from my 30-minute nap.

Because from the front door of my room, I sayup I heard the voice of father and mother who were excited.

Sometimes I could hear their thanksgiving to God, and a few seconds later, the two would thank each other.

I who became curious immediately moved out of my room.

“Dad, mother,” say I'm down.

I was a little surprised when I saw the father who was carrying the mother. Dad even went around in circles, following scenes from Bollywood movies that I often watch.

Father, who realized my presence, immediately lowered his mother slowly then switched to carrying me. Not to forget he carried me with a movement of turning his flagship that makes me a little dizzy.

“Dad, dad, stop. Look, Sherina's getting dizzy because of you.” Said my mother to help me escape the trap of obsession father who wants to become a Bollywood artist.

Mother lowered her body, standing on the pedestal of her knees so that it could be in line with my height.

Of course I nodded excitedly.

Who doesn't like babies? So tiny, tiny, so adorable.

“Sherina want a baby sister?” ask mother again.

I who have read a book that discusses this matter just ask the point.

“What are you pregnant?” I asked to make father and mother look at each other.

Mother simply nodded, while I was already shouting in excitement.

“Ye..I'm a big brother, Ye...Ye.. I have a sister.”

I bowed my head right in front of my belly and whispered, “Halo sister, this is Sherina's sister. Well in there well, in 9 months we meet, I will definitely be impatient to wait for that time to arrive.”

After I finished greeting my sister-to-be, I saw my father and mother staring at me in confusion.

“Sherina, you, you understand everything...... “ It feels like you still do not expect if I who 2 months ago celebrated the sixth birthday, knowing about pregnancy.

“Sherina read in book mother.” Answer me with a big smile.

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Seven months is the gestational age. Every month I was always enthusiastic when we went to check the health condition of the mother and the future baby sister.

But one morning, while preparing breakfast suddenly Mother felt a tremendous pain in her stomach, she groaned while enduring the pain.

“Mother!” Father's voice made me speed up my steps which were indeed about to go down for breakfast.

“Dad, mother why?” my many.

I felt like there was liquid immediately filling my eyes. My question had not received a definite answer from my father, but from what I saw, my mother is not okay at this time. Mother frothy with all her might to endure the pain that afflicted her. And this seems to be related to the baby's sister in the mother's stomach.

When we arrived at the hospital, the mother was immediately treated by a doctor. I just obeyed the words of my father who asked me to sit quietly in a long chair.

I was confused because I was left alone. I also continue to be haunted by fear, if something bad happens to my mother and sister-to-be. Over time I ended up crying.

“Hei... Why are you crying?” ask a boy who suddenly sits next to me.

I wiped the traces of tears on my face. “I was afraid, my mother was suddenly in pain and was brought in. I'm afraid something bad happened to mom and baby sister.” Say it occasionally as you please.

The boy looked where my index finger was pointing.

“Oh... No need to worry, they will definitely be fine.” Her speech.

I saw confidence from his gaze, “Why are you so sure?” my many.

“Because the doctor who was with your group in there, is a very great doctor.” He answered with more confidence than ever.

“I know, because that doctor is Mami.” Reciprocity.

Shortly after, he stared at the male doctor who was standing not far from where we were sitting. After that he told me to go first.

“Hey what's your name?” he shouted with a step that kept moving away.

“She ri na.” My answer was short but slow so he could hear it. I once read that in the hospital you can not make a commotion, it will disturb the peace of patients who are sick.

After the boy disappeared from my sight, I realized, if I hadn't asked his name.

“If I didn't hear wrong, it looks like the doctor called him, Pasha.” Mumbles.

But whoever the name is, the most important thing now is that I can stop my crying thanks to his soothing words.

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My mother and sister were rescued. I smiled happily when I got the news from my father. Although, there was one bitter reality that was present in the midst of our gratitude.

My sister was born with a congenital defect called Gastroschisis. My sister was born with a condition where there was an abnormality that made her born with her intestines outside her body, passing through a hole that formed near her navel.

But it did not dampen the determination of Father and Mother. The two tried everything they could to save my sister, Shafiyyah Ulfa.

Although my little brother had to go through many operations until finally the hole in his stomach was closed. And that certainly makes us all happy and truly grateful.

But behind it all one by one valuable assets belonging to our family had to be sold. The house, the car, the ornament, and some of the father's investments in the village must be willing to be sold to finance surgery for the sake of surgery to save Shafiyyah.

Although we had to lose it all, but we were finally able to gather together.

One thing I can learn when I see what my father and my mother did, all we have right now is a deposit from God and He has the right to take it back at any time and in any way.

Losing most of our possessions would have changed my family's life. We had to be patient living in a small rented house that only had 1 room for the four of us to occupy. No more cars will protect from the sun or rain on the way. And mom had to give up her job to focus on taking care of my sister, Shafiyyah.

One thing that escaped my estimation, it turns out that soon I will also feel the impact of this change directly.

The world will soon reveal its true self to me.

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Every day this world will continue to change, the world will continue to move regardless of whether you can compensate or not.