THE MOUNTAINEER'S STRUGGLE
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Remember the story of the struggle of a girl from the mountainside who struggled to reach for hope, mind and love amid the colossal thoughts that hampered all her steps? Refuse to forget I reposted. Hopefully it can inspire and motivate women to fight for their dreams and hopes.
Happy reading all.💙😄........
Cloudy enveloped that afternoon, lightning seemed to be chasing in the sky. The rumbling of Thunder's voice was also mutual. Rain signs will greet you with a swift.
A little girl is alone. All his friends seemed to be playing village games. Some play bekel ball, mound, jump rope, or play chase.
The little girl has her own world. Just fun to read the library books that his teacher shared. Government granting book for reading elementary school students throughout Indonesia. A shabby book that became a hereditary treasure from the previous generation.
All his friends knew his hobbies. No one bothered him and invited him to play. Everyone already knows if invited and the answer is definitely not. The boy would prefer his silent friend.
Alone and lonely friends. Surf in a mute world without edges. Explore the world without going anywhere.
Bu Tias's. A female teacher from the city. The owner of the body is very friendly and so loved by all his students.
A mother of two who dedicates herself in a remote village untouched by boisterous vehicles and modernization of development. Rela traveled for hours to go home and go for service to Pertiwi.
Bu Tias just smiled at the behavior of his students there was no fear of thunderbolts that could have struck. For children lightning is like a symphony that accompanies cheerfulness. They are uninterrupted. Play with their beautiful little world. Chasing with blackened clouds without the slightest fear. His eyes were then stunned to see Ayu Lestari, the loner little girl who was engrossed in her reading.
Worth smart, science and broad insight. Very different from other children. It feels only Ayu who is always enthusiastic and engrossed with books compared to others.
Slowly Bu Tias approached Ayu.
"Great you, Yu, love to read. It is appropriate if in pencil (On the test who quickly answers the teacher's question) you are always number one answer. "
"Yes Mom, I love to read. I can walk around without spending money. I love all the reading in the library," he replied innocently.
Ms. Tias smiled. Yes, take a walk without having to think about costs. Fantasy goes into the story to feel in the place being read. An innocent girl who can only fantasize about traveling to other parts of the world. It is impossible to realize because custom forbids every woman can travel the world.
The stigma that exists says if the world of women is only limited to kitchens, mattresses, and wells. Women can not be smart enough to struggle with homework and become loyal service husbands in bed.
"Now the third Wulan chess sixth grade loh, where do you want to continue school? I think you can go to a favorite school in the city, Yu. Ayu's smart child academic value can definitely lead Ayu to pass the test in the city."
Umar Bakrie's mother stroked the head of the girl in a gray white uniform in shabby clothes until the white color seemed even yellowish red.
Who does not recognize the academic ability of a sustainable Ayu. Everyone also knows that the first position is never separated from his grasp. It is only fitting that Bu Tias wishes that the little girl could go to school in the city.
"I might just be a porters in the city of Bu, Mr. said no need to continue school," replied Ayu with a cloudy face.
"Oh Allah, do not mind, dear child as smart as you do not continue education." The disappointed tone was drawn from the tone of Bu Tias' voice.
God do not let the fate of Ayu as the fate of most of the villagers, just be babu or waiter food stalls or married in youth. Pinta Bu Tias at heart.
Ayu's face became cloudy reminiscing about her fate. Repeatedly whining asking for continuing education. My father always answered no. For what, women just have to be smart to cook, wash and serve the husband. Not a high school. That's always the answer. In fact, the mother peppered with the fate of a neighbor's child who went to school but foundered because of pregnancy outside marriage. What is school doing? Want to have a child in marriage. O Allah. It seems impossible to continue the dream.
The lesson is still further though outside the classroom the rain is falling rapidly. Lightning and rumbling sounded from the distance. Ayu is no longer able to concentrate with lessons. Imagine a bleak future.
Teng teng teng ....
The sound of a round iron replacement school alarm in the tabuh pak Supriatna, the school guard. The lesson marks are over.
The rain is still pouring with it. Ayu took off her shirt and left her t-shirts and shorts. Ayu put it in a bag then wrapped it with a large crackle bag. His clothes were just a pair that he had. If you're wet tomorrow what to wear. Once in a neat taste, Ayu began to walk.
Between the rainwater point Ayu cried. Wanted to scream lamenting his fate. Should be the same fate as the others. Just enough elementary school. Though Ayu hangs high hopes of becoming a teacher like Bu Tias.
Hope may be hope. Tears dripped down along with rainwater that drop by drop soaked his soaked body. May there be a miracle until the dream comes true. I hope it can.
To be continue~