The Struggle of a Child
The ridiculousness of Part 2

"It looks like Miss Dona's gonna tell us to come in." I said look at the classroom.

"Liyan, Miss Dona sometimes, like fairies can suddenly come and suddenly disappear." Solihin continued by widening both eyes.

Emm! Septiani cleared his throat justifying what Solihin said.

"I think we're taking a long break and we're going home maybe in the afternoon." Complain Widia. Stand turning your body to and fro. Uneasily.

"When do you want to stand here! I'm tired!" My complaint is putting on a gloomy face.

"Liyan, if we go to class now, they're still there. I'm scared!" The word Septiani crouched down while scribbling on the ground.

"You said you were scared, hahaha!" Fikri laughs. "Since when have you been afraid of people?! There is a ha..." Suddenly Fikri stopped and closed his mouth tightly. Furrowing his face slightly backwards with fear seeing Septiani who looked fiercely starting to pounce.

"Ha,..what? Ha!" Widia continued, reflexively swinging the tree branch towards Fikri. "Review you're Fikri! I'll tell you later, you're with my mother. Let my mom come to school tomorrow to scold you." Septiani. Down with the soft.

"Fikri, Septiani already! Don't fight anymore. I'm sick again! We'll all be punished again, like the old ones." Tegurku. Begged. "If we're in the law, I can't stand." Fikri and Septiani. He bowed while glancing at Widia. Pouting with annoyance.

My weak body felt like I was hit by a big wooden punch that made me drop my body and duck. The weak arm began to pick up the tree branch that Solihin had been using.

The still-still uproar turned the face into a tangled thread instantly.

"Liyan the twig you held for what?" Ask Fikri curiously. Staring at me fixedly. Start to move away a little with fear.

"Which branch? This one?" Swinging towards Fikri. Suddenly Fikri was aghast and turned his body slightly back with a bitter face looking at me, as if I already knew what he was thinking. "Actually this twig is to hit you." Sontak Fikri was aghast staring at the branch softly.

Ahaha! That sounds so loud.

The body heat that was felt, re-increased came by bringing a body-piercing cold. The growing cold of its wings filled the empty spaces of every skin that enveloped this tiny, weak body. Helpless and wanting to droop, that's what I feel right now.

A groan was again heard in every recess of time that accompanied. Dust was scattered to cover the pain of this body. The more pain the child, the longer it tickles without sympathy. All hearts come and they want to go.

The hot air that hit this body, seemed so ideal that it forced me to stay afloat, without the slightest scream. Her hospitality greeted the tiny, weak body, forcing me to raise my hands and feet to stand up.

"We're going to class, yuk!" Invite me to look at them. "I'm tired, it's so hot." My complaint. Uneasily.

"Liyan, in a minute, yeah! If you're hot, you just sit here!" Fikri Exclamation. Glanced at the lump of cement right next to him.

So heavy and upset my heart wanted to approve their request, especially Fikri. Huh! Want to not, like not to like. I have to indulge in Fikri's ridiculous wish.

I forcedly dragged my weak legs to sit where Fikri had ordered them to.

The dim eyes get stifling. The pale lips are now getting drier and smashed, like the soil washed away by drought. The weaker arm was getting trembling to touch anything.

"Widia, Septiani we go to class, yuk!" Take slowly. Turn your head back.

"Yes, come on! I'm also hot in here!" Widia. Staring at the clouds covered in sunlight so hot that it makes both eyes can not open perfectly.

It seemed like my complaint was heard with a smile I swung a step and arranged the weak little body uprightly. As it turns out, happiness can overpower a whack of pain, as if I've never been sick. Hm! Smilingly.

With the sun shining, I turned my body towards Widia who was so sincere in helping me as a friend. I was so moved to see Widia who was always beside me during my illness. He never gets tired of teaching about stubbornness and cannot cry. If I cry, he will give me a solution that will make me stop crying.

"Yes already! Comeon! Waiting for Fikri here can thirst me." Septiani. Rotating the body while massaging his forehead exposed to sunlight.

Together with a beautiful smile I slowly walked with shaky steps towards Septiani as well. Septiani is a fierce friend. You could say he's like a monster when he's angry. Especially seeing friends who are loved by him hurt. His instincts went right out wanting to pounce on the enemy with *****. But, behind that Septiani has another side that is rarely known by others. Especially the ones who are not so close to him. There is a unique side of him that makes everyone wonder and laugh when they see it.

He never forgot the scarecrow game he used to play with his school equipment! Which often makes him quarrel with Fikri.

Septiani always played it when lessons would start, even after the break bell he played it back.

Not infrequently if Fikri likes to pull his toys. In addition to the disrupted learning hours, he is also a class leader who is responsible for orderly teaching and learning in the classroom.

While I was a friend they always tried to mediate between their fights. Many times I get reprimands from teachers when I speak out to defuse their quarrels. Finally that made me and Widia get punished with them.

"She, let's go in, come on!" Take Rasyd. Stand up and tie the shoelaces that want to come off. Walking while frowning from the sunlight that pierced through his innocent face. He bowed while snorting because he felt tired. I feel so sorry to see him. He has always been a victim to jahilan by Fikri, both in front of the teacher and our friends. Rasyd often gets unexpected things from Fikri, both about picket duty and from others. No doubt that Rasyd often called by teachers about problems that he never did or he knew. Sometimes Rasyd is upset to see Fikri, but for the sake of friendship, he tries to hold all in with a witty laugh.

"Then we get into class together. Where we learn! To get rid of the enemy!" Rasyd exclaimed as he put his hands in the air as a gesture to the friendship that would continue to support and defend each other. We then threw our hands in the air with fervor and a big smile.

My pain disappeared instantly, and the cloudiness passed with a smile. A small laugh could be seen painting on all of our faces. Rasyd who is so good at uniting friendship stands with us with passion. Not infrequently so many of us who like to be friends with him, not even a few of other class children who are his age or above. Rasyd is a laughable, friendly and not irritable child.

Not infrequently many girls who want to be friends with him, even if just asking about homework. But Rasyd never responded to them, instead he preferred to talk to me.

Every time I mentioned about them to Rasyd, Rasyd's answer was just one, he always said, I don't know! Very strange!

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We went to the class we were afraid to go to. Walk slowly while dragging the weak limbs with a step that looks embarrassed to step on the earth.

"Liyan, if they make fun of you again, how about it?" Ask Septiani. "I think they'll do that to you again." Look straight ahead.

Sighing, this is all I can do to answer Septiani's question. Trembling so felt this fingers when touching the school skirt I was wearing.

The wide open classroom door was so quiet, not a single child could be seen walking, not even a shadow was seen. So quiet, like uninhabited. The bias of the sun that entered the Class was seen brightly shining on the earth.

The office that he said was crowded now looked deserted. There was no clear path through the door.

"Hey! Where are you guys going?!" Shouted someone from a direction we didn't know. Instantly I turned my head slowly looking towards the source of the sound in unison by Fikri and the others.

"Mom Dona!" Cetus Septiani with drowning.

"Fikri's here!" Call Miss Dona with a shout. Stand right near the office.

So surprised Fikri was seen instantly he glanced at us while pursing his lips with a slightly disappointed face. The facial sharpener that was not seen thread strokes, this is even visible. Even the look on his face was a little sour.

"Fikri, sana! Called Miss Dona, come on!" Rasyd exclaimed pushing Fikri's body.

"Eh! I'm lazy, you're the only one who's seen Miss Dona, why?" Fikri said looking at Rasyd by asking, is Rasyd willing or not?

"Why should I?" Rasyd. "You're the class president, I'm just the deputy." Reject Rasyd.

"Can you? Occasionally the deputy who replaces the chairman." Cetus Ficri. Piqued.

"Mother Dona's turn, it's me you tell. Try another turn during study hours, you go first, so as not to learn!" Syndicist Rasyd. Turn away faces.

"Yes already! We're back in class." Asking runs.

"Kids! You guys get into class now!" Miss Dona's orders are harsh. Swinging your hands into the air.

"Mom! But it's still a break, Mom!" Sahut Rasyd with a little hard. Put on a slightly worried face.

Suddenly we fell silent and stared at Rasyd with a surprised face as if we could not believe what we heard and saw. The others and I looked at each other with worried faces. Ms. Dona, who saw us turning a little head, glanced so sharply and was upset to hear what Rasyd said. Instantly I gulped down the panic heavily.

"Widia, we'll be in the law again!" I complained weakly. Staring at Septiani who was standing straight beside me.

"God! Rasyd beware that we're in the law because of you, yeah! Watch out! I'll tell you you'll be with my father." Bisik Septiani with innocence. Gawking.

"Mom Dona, you're not going to punish us." Solihin.

"Where do you know?" Connect Widia.

"Yes, I know! We're not gonna get punished for being with Liyan." Solihin.

"What's? With me?" Continue with full astonishment. Seeing Solihin.

So upset my heart right now. I was eager to pull Solihin and complain to Miss Dona and my father for daring to scapegoat my weak helpless self.

So tight I stared at him that I forgot my pain.

"Why do you say that Solihin?" I asked her to wait for an answer from her.

"He's Solihin, Liyan's right! Why?" Connect Rasyd.

"Try seeing! That's the Fikri. What's he carrying?" Septiani. Distracting.

We stopped the debate that would cause a rift in our friendship. Slowly we turned our heads in the direction Septiani pointed.

Septiani has always been like this. At a time when our friendship was a little strange that led to a rift. He always tried things that made us stop, as did Rasyd. Rasyd is balanced by his height. Looking towards Fikri with a witty laugh. Ahaha! Ledeknya saw Fikri who was restless.

Seeing Rasyd's witty laughter at his boss made me pull his lips a little.

"Haha! Fikri just this time he raised the bench. Ahaha!" Ledek Septiani with pleasure.

"Yes! He'll be pissed at you Rasyd ." Solihin.

"I regret why? For lifting the bench!" Widia Timpal.

"Why should he be upset? That's the job of a student, especially if asked by a teacher, right!" Reply firmly.

"Liyan's right!" Cetus Rashid.

"But....!" Rasyd was silent and did not continue what he wanted to say.

Rasyd's face now looks tangled while scratching his head and exhaling a rough breath.

They were so comfortable lingering for so long under this scorching sun. This body feels very eager to lie down, even though just sitting leaning on the school bench. Huh! Every now and then I sighed to see my friend Rasyd who wanted to see Fikri linger.

"But...what's Rasyd?" I asked in curiosity.

"There's nothing, Liyan." The answer.

"Squeen!" Sahutku grunting. Turning his head looked at Widia and Septiani.

"Septiani, woo us to class now, pity Liyan she's sick again." Bring Widia. Shut up and still look at Miss Dona.

"Kids! Why are you standing there again!" Pekik Bu Dona's.

From a distance his face did not look as usual. If, Ms. Dona makes such a loud voice, I can already guess the look on her face. I also looked down and turned my body.

My weak body is now walking by dragging the weak legs into the classroom. A cool class and where we opened the book while listening to the explanation from the teacher. A class where we meet up with friends and talk even if it's just that. The place where we discussed and laughed jokes, albeit secretly, like people in hiding. The place where the teacher gives advice for a good student or reprimand for students who break the rules or noisy students. Ahahaha! So awesome.

"Liyan, you are strong walking!" Ask Rasyd who walks with us.

"She, I can!" My answer. Walking looking at Rasyd and turning back the head looked at the shadow of the stepping foot. "I have to be able to otherwise I won't go to school." My welcome.

"Why not Liyan's school?" Ask Solihin.

"Why is Liyan?" Connect Rasyd back.

"My father doesn't like to see me as a weak child. My dad says you're still sick about school, just taking a day off!" My next.

"Liyan, your father was right! If you are sick, go to school. Just vacation!" Rasyd.

"Just have a good holiday!" I said with astonishment. "How long is the holiday?" I continued the question back to Rasyd.

"Liyan, until you're cured." Septiani.

"I don't know! I was told my dad was off! I think it's off forever. So, I'm scared!" Further emphasized. "That's going to school again. That's why I'm in." Seeing them with sadness.

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