The Struggle of a Child
In class part 2

Looking at Widia I just pulled on the lips with a happy face and a little annoyed. I saw him so hard because he said that. I feel like pinching his cheek that made a gem.

"Eh! Instead of us talking, we'd better finish the job Miss Dona gave us." I said I looked at them while pulling the notebook.

"Poetry, you mean Liyan?" Ask Solihin.

"Yes." I answered while looking at Solihin and opened the book.

"Then I take my book first. We're working on it here, yeah! Together." Cetus Septiani shifted the bench backwards. He walked up to his stool and picked up a book.

"All right! I'll get my book first!" Rasyd stood up and stepped up to pick up the book that was inside his bag.

"Rasyd wait!" Shouted Solihin walking after Rasyd. Approaching his stool which is a row of tables with Rasyd.

"Liyan, did you get the poem?" Widia asked with a slightly tangled and clear face.

It seems like Widia was so lazy to work on the poetry seen from the veil of her heavy face and lazy voice.

"Widia, what are you poetry about?" I was wondering if I could look at Widia. Open book.

"I don't know Liyan. I'm confused!" Said Widia with a little urination. "I don't know about poetry and how to make it?" Widia complained to throw a question in the hope that I would answer her question.

Hm! I also looked at Widia. Widia makes me so nervous, the poetry problem she doesn't know. "Widia, there's an example above! Have a look!" Turning a little head looked at Widia who was again tangled. Glanced at my book as a gesture for Widia to open the book.

"I know Liyan!" Widia said with an annoyed face as if she said that I did not know what she was worried about.

"Then, what else is Widia!" My timpal.

Instantly I silently saw Widia who kept grumbling visible from her face. Sometimes Widia looks at the graffiti of my book and looks at it fixedly.

"So, so is Liyan!" Say it with a soft.

"It's Widia, like this." My welcome. Look at a notebook that has been scratched with pencil strokes. Line by line I scribbled until it filled several lines until it happened like a temple.

Poetry for children our age is enough to squeeze the brain and imagination especially for the first time we do it. Not to mention we have to play with our own feelings in pouring the content of writing. I can say wear a heart. The more we are good at playing the feelings with a good heart, the more satisfying the results will be. Not to mention we have to be good at organizing his words and know some vocabulary.

This is the biggest challenge for us. We who just sat in the third grade were required to be able to make a poem even though, the poem is up to ourselves about the title, good or not.

"Liyan, are you done?" Ask Septiani. Suddenly pull the bench. Laying books.

"But the table is just one!" Solihin. Stand with a gloomy face.

"Solihin's right." Reply Rasyd.

"Rasyd, Fikri's table let's just put it together!" Take me. Stand up.

"Yes, already! I'm gonna pull the carcass out first!" Widia Seru. Standing pulled both our benches.

Rasyd lifted the bench and the Fikri bench out and put Fikri's table together with our table. Solihin also helped Rasyd.

We were so busy looking like we were doing group work. The table that has been combined into two now makes us more flexible. While our bench looks so cluttered, it is not a complaint for us. We worked on the poem so quietly and seriously that we seemed to be joking.

Rasyd who likes to laugh, occasionally he throws jokes at the fierce Septiani. Not to mention with Solihin who likes to chim in between small debates . He looked so happy that he had the opportunity to do his bad habits.

"Where has your poem been?" Ask me to want to know. Look at my writing with a sweet smile.

"Liyan, are you ready?" Ask Solihin. Frowning.

"Yes! Liyan loves poetry. I'm sure that Liyan is done." Tandas Widia's. Glancing at me with a veil of annoyance on her innocent face.

I think I feel Widia's anxiety. He seemed so upset by the lesson called poetry.

"I'm sure! Must be after this, we're told to move forward one by one." Cetus Widia is upset. Write.

"It's definitely Widia!" Septiani. "My brother said it was like that, if the poem should be read in front of first class one by one." Septiani. Staring at Widia with seriousness. Rewrite.

"Actually, it's more exciting if we one by one move forward." My next. Go down and write.

"Liyan, you are!" Widia Gerrutu. "Why don't you support me?" Irritably. Huh!

"Widia, you need to calm down don't complain." Septiani.

"Slow down you can be later!" Solihin. Staring at Widia with a face gave a spirited support to Widia.

Hearing and seeing those who gave each other the best support for Widia made me so moved. However, not for a Rasyd he was so indifferent, even cold to the problem about Widia. He didn't give any response. He just kept quiet and continued writing.

No one broke a word out even if it was just a small laugh. He was very enthusiastic about the poetry he knew. Writing and writing was all he did in one group that we created ourselves.

"But, it looks like Rasyd is done!" My canda. Seeing them.

"Liyan, you're right Rasyd's done. Yea! Model boy!" Canda Solihin and Septiani. Looking at Solihin with a smiling face as if looking seductive Rasyd.

"Who's ready?" Rasyd's complaint throws up a question that makes us answer it ourselves. "I'm still writing that I'm ready, I'm sure this book is closed."

"His time, your book is closed!" Widia. "You should have opened Rasyd's book in front of us. Let me know how?!" Widia looked so sad as if she was crying for herself.

"For what?" My toot. Seeing Widia.

"You want to copy mine, yes!" Said Rasyd wanted to know the truth.

"Widia should not imitate the work of others." I said flatly.

"Later Miss Dona found out that you saw Rasyd's." Connect Solihin. "You want to be punished by Ms. Dona for being caught copying." Solihin. He looked at Widia as if he knew.

"All right! I'll make it myself and I won't see any of you." Cetus Widia with a little annoyance.

Seeing him we fell silent and turned our heads to look at each other's books. I who was close friends with Widia was so worried that Widia after this would silence me for a long time.

My face was so agitated and restless to see it. He was so upset that it made me feel a little guilty. Likewise with my other friends, they were so worried about Widia's attitude just now.

Saying that as if he were so upset to see all of us.

"Widia, get it over with! Miss Dona's coming in soon!" I smile with a happy smile because it scared her.

"Liyan! Screeched Widia quietly with a pouting face. "You like to see me tremble. Don't you imagine that, Miss Dona is now in front of me." Rintih Widia's. It was as if he was again imagining that Miss Dona standing before him and looking intently.

If that happens, Widia will definitely close her lips with a glue so strong that she can not speak to anyone.

"She Widia, your poem isn't finished yet, you said." Typhoon Solihin.

"Emang, whose poem is finished?" Widia asked innocently.

"Poetry Liyan!" Answer Rasyd.

"She Widia, my poem is done." I answered happily. "Didn't you hear that?"

"No!" Shaking the head with a pouting face while inflating both cheeks.

My face was so happy that the poem I thought I couldn't work on turned out to be finished, even though I had a slight obstacle. However, it did not make me frustrated and give up. I was so excited beside my body that it still felt so weak.

The pallor on my face was so clearly visible it still filled perfectly on my plain face. So smart, it looks like I am today! A big smile covered all the weaknesses I felt.

The smile that looked resplendent on the pale face made my friend so happy, as if they had slipped from the tightly binding shackles.

Laughter, it has represented the health of my tiny body in front of my friends. I had to pretend to be healthy so I could see their laughter without any burden.

Especially Widia who always worried about my situation. Today, he seems free from the heavy duty that has been carried. In fact, I never complained about him.

The classroom is large enough to accommodate several students. Now only our jokes and witty laughs from the task group we created ourselves.

"Widia don't give up, keep trying. I'm sure you can." My request is to give confidence to Widia.

"Widia's right said Liyan, you should try. Poetry is so easy! You just change words for words." Septiani Suggestion. Swinging a book into the air by demonstrating the style of the person reading the poem. "This is Liyan!" Stand up and look at me while laughing. "I am, ashamed." Smirks.

"Shame on! Ahaha! Septiani since when have you been so shy?!" Chirps Solihin. Read Indonesian books.

At once Septiani's innocent face was silent and looked flushed like holding back the shame that was actually the result of Solihin's tearing.

"Septiani, don't be sad, yeah! Solihin is like that, he likes to make other people shy." I said flatly. Viewing books.

"Liyan, now you'll be my defense!" Pinta Septiani's. Begging to stand while staring at the book.

"I didn't promise Septiani, I could or didn't defend you." I said flatly. Duck.

"Liyan, you did!" Septiani. Sit while staring at the book softly.

"Septiani don't cry. Later Miss Dona knows, we'll get the law." My complaint. Staring at Widia with a soft face as if I was imagining the punishment from Miss Dona.

"Yeah! My poem is done!" Shouted Widia happily. Looking at me with a look of pride in himself.

"Lt Widia! I'm so, glad you're done." My love with happiness. Staring Widia.

"Congratulations! Widia finally, you made it too!" Welcome Rasyd. Saw Widia then write scribbles in her book back.

Widia's happiness makes us smile. I was so happy that I forgot the pain I was suffering right now.

"But what are you guys poetry about?" Ask me to want to know. Seeing them.

"I'm a poem about friends." Answer Septiani. Looking at the book then turning his gaze to look at Rasyd and Solihin.

"Why did you see us?" Solihin asked with a face of suspicion towards Septiani.

"Don't, he's making poems about us because we've already vilified them." Connect Rasyd. Looked at with a suspicious face.

Poetry writing accompanied by a commotion between jokes and innuendo. It made me look at them with fear. My pale innocent face was so panicked to see Septiani and Rasyd fighting with their mouths.

"Already! Don't fight, why? Now let's check out the poem we wrote! Who knows if something is wrong or not right!" Take me. Reopening the book.

"Yes! Don't keep fighting, shame! Later heard by Ecy and Tania. Before they're here, let's double-check the poems we wrote." Widia Seru. Open book.

"Yes! Liyan and Widia are right!" Rasyd opened the book while holding a pencil.

So beautiful today....!" Suddenly Rasyd stopped him.

Septiani was so stunned to hear what Rasyd said. He looks silently staring as if he is waiting for the continuation of the poem.

"Hey! Septiani what are you waiting for?" Pekik Rasyd's. Septiani.

"It's okay!" Cetus Widia was a little upset and embarrassed.

The poem we wrote is now finished. And now we have each of our own poems of thought. Now the matter about poetry has been resolved. However, the matter regarding Ecy and Tania was not yet resolved. Will this end up like a poem ? Like the one in front of us.

"Hi! What are you guys again?" Ask Ecy. Smile and raise his eyebrows. Stand with smrik's face.

"What are you doing?" Tanya Tania softly. Staring at us with question marks.

Suddenly, our happiness was instantly lost by hearing a voice that greeted us all of a sudden. I slowly turned my head looking towards the source of the sound. It's hard to guess, it turns out that Ecy and Tania have been standing right next to us.

They were so aghast when they saw me staring at them a little sharply. They don't believe that I can be like them.

"Liyan, we came here not to bother you." Reveal Ecy with a flat face. Stand up and look at me.

"Yes! We just want to know what you're doing here." Connect Tania innocently.

"Good then! This means that you are already aware today! He said Rasyd. Feel a little proud.

I heard what Rasyd said. Ecy and Tania just kept quiet and looked at each other. It was as if they were saying something secret.

"I think so! Then why? Don't you want to be friends with both of us." Tania.

"Liyan, don't you want to be friends with us either." Ask Ecy.

I feel like I've been hit by such a hard throw. I was so confused and confused to say it or not. Right now I can't do anything. I speak a thousand languages. Staring at the two of them and my friend who had been near me at all times.

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