The Struggle of a Child
Sad and Funny

I felt like I had just completed a step filled with heavy obstacles. Relieved this feeling of heart as if I had just slipped from the bond that held me firmly.

Mother who had left me all this time seemed to be present in front of a smile looking at me happily. It was as if I was standing with him.

"Liyan! I didn't think you were so good at writing poetry. "Cap Miss Dona. Turning my body to look at me who was still standing.

"Thank you, Mom." My answer. Pulling a little lip.

"You're not wrong, son, you've been champion all this time. Mrs Dona is proud. "Even from movement, look at your face so deeply in living your poetry. Staring at my book.

Instantly I just silently looked at Ms. Dona with a smile and looked down occasionally.

Actually I'm sad. Don't know why? I remember about my mother lately. His face seemed to be in front of him, even though I never knew him. He is like an angel looking after me. Accompanying every step of the calamity, especially in the moments Ecy and Tania bullied me.

The poem I read seemed to represent all the grievances in the soul. The pale face that had been sad all this time now looks sincere.

"Mom! Is Liyan's poem good?! I think it's normal, Mom." Said Tania with a face that showed displeasure. Her cynical face was so sour that it glanced at me.

Hearing the voice from Tania instantly Bu Dona raised her head looking towards the source of the voice that was so heart-shaking. A thin incision now scratched in my heart.

"Tania! Don't make fun of your friends, yeah! You're not necessarily good from him." Strangled Miss Dona firmly. Gawking.

Sekatika Tania lowered her head and shut her mouth. He looked so embarrassed by Ms. Dona and was so upset to see me.

Huuuh! The entire disciple shouted at Tania.

"Kids already! Don't make a fuss over doing your duty again, hurry up !" Ms. Dona's orders in a loud voice. Look at the whole student.

They were silent staring at the book.

"Liyan, please sit down !" Command Bu Dona with a flat tone of voice. "This is your own poem ?" Ask Ms. Dona to know. Looking at my book as if Ms. Dona was reading my poem, the temple with a deep gaze.

"Let's Mom!" I answered by putting my foot in to step. Stand still for a moment. "I wrote it myself, Mom." My next.

"I didn't expect! You haven't been in school for a long time! But you can finish the poem..." Mom Dona was silent while nodding slowly. "....Where did you write it ?" He asked with a curious face as if Miss Dona still held suspicion. "When did you write this ?" Ms. Dona asked looking at my book with a gesturing gesture with both eyeballs.

"So Mom! In class." My answer. Turning the gaze down and then my two eyeballs turned towards Widia and Fikri with slightly tight faces, like shackled people.

Widia, Fikri and I also met with a view. They were so frozen and still that they wanted to pull their lips, albeit heavily.

"In class? Just now." Connect Ms. Dona with awe. Ms. Dona was so flabbergasted that she did not believe everything.

His gaze was so deep looking at me. He was so amazed to see and hear what he had just heard.

Appearing in front with the question and answer that Miss Dona gave me, I felt like I was sitting in a hot chair.

In the middle of a quiet class. Invite me to stay in front of Miss Dona who still wants to find out more about me. It felt, my weak body wanted to give up and retreat. However, I can't do as I please. Everything's going according to control from Miss Dona. I, who is only a disciple who rarely enters, must still survive. Whatever Miss Dona asks of me. Even if the question should continue until the bell comes home.

Maybe it's saturating for me but not for my friend. They wanted me to stand in front.

"Mom Liyan! Long standing in front?" Ask Solihin. Raise your hands in a relaxed manner.

At once Ms. Dona flinched, she could not believe Solihin who was so relaxed interrupting her conversation. "Solihin stay on your bench! Don't interrupt my conversation from your stool!" Exclaimed Bu Dona with a high tone of voice with great emphasis.

"Good Mom! Sorry" Solihin replied. Feeling guilty and looking down.

"Why are you paying so much attention to Liyan?" Ask Miss Dona back. Staring Solihin. "What do you want to give ?" Ask Miss Dona.

Instantly Solihin put on a reddened and embarrassed face. He just stared at the book as if he wanted to scream.

"Do you want to lead Liyan to her seat ?" Ask Miss Dona. Tickling her tight face.

Solihin and all the students, especially I was jolted with reflexes. Solihin raised his head in disbelief after hearing what Ms. Dona said. Likewise with me and the others we look so like a dumbass, especially to myself.

Hahahaha ! Tania and Ecy Laughter.

"Mom might be like that! Liyan is sick! Perhaps Solihin was afraid that Liyan had fallen unconscious." Connect Tania with ridicule. Closing my mouth with a resplendent hand and face for having said that to me.

Instantly I felt like I wanted to crash. The weak body that tried to stand strong now felt helpless as if it had been hit by a hard stone.

While Miss Dona was so embarrassed to hear what Tania said. "Tania! Maybe Liyan is still in a state of health. But that doesn't mean we who are healthy say things that make someone sad. That's a despicable act. Liyan was indeed sick but she was still able to go to school and finish poetry and also perform up front with her best performance." Said Ms. Dona with a firm piece of advice. "Remember son, whoever it is, they don't want to get sick. Right Liyan? Do you want to get sick" asked Ms. Dona. Turning my head to look at me while hearing the answer from myself. Is the question true or not?

"She's Mom." I answered by shaking my head. "Liyan doesn't want to get sick, Mom." My next.

Instantly tears fell on the eye pelukur that I tried not to fall wet the floor. I lowered my head and held these pale lips to shake.

"Look! Don't you ever follow what Tania just said. Don't any of you make fun of your sick friend!" Reply Ms. Dona with great affirmation. "If, until I hear it! I'll reduce your grades!" Continue Ms. Dona.

The entire student was silent to the advice of Ms. Dona. They're embarrassed.

My heart that was hit by a hard throw, reflexes brought the head down embarrassedly looking at myself while biting the pale lips slowly.

"Liyan! Please sit down, son!" Said Miss Dona. "Are you crying?"Ask Miss Dona with sadness.

"No, Mom." My answer is to hold my head.

Look at Ms. Dona turning her body towards me. Makes me have to be able to neutralize a sad mood with a resplendent radiance of the face.

"Good! Your friend may not really understand what is good to say or not!" Connect Miss Dona. Pulling lips with a face that looks so encouraging to me.

Instantly I immediately turned my walking body by swinging my legs slowly towards my stool. The face that had been covered with sadness looked straight down at the foot that stepped on the floor.

In the middle of my walk, Ms. Dona again called the next student who was about to perform. From behind I heard Miss Dona calling Tania. Instantly I was aghast and stopped the step of raising a little head looking at Tania with a small glare. I felt, that Tania didn't know that I was glancing at her.

He looks so nervous and nervous. I saw from his messed up face that he wasn't finished.

"My mom's not done yet." Said Tania from the bench. "Mom! Why else, Mom?" Pinta Tania by asking a question against me Miss Dona. Begging, Tania indirectly gave the order for Miss Dona to call the others.

"Are you not finished?" Ask Miss Dona. Staring at Tania.

"She" replied Tania spontaneously. "I'm just a little ma'am." Complain Tania with a soft look.

Ms. Dona looks a little confused with a face filled with question marks. "I see you from talking." Ms. Dona replied with a slight disbelief that Tania was not done yet. Ms. Dona sighed as if she was disappointed in Tania. "All right." Said Ms. Dona in a flat tone of voice.

Widia shifted her seat slightly so I could get in. "Liyan! Congratulations, you're finally done with the poem." Widia. Look at the table with sadness. Widia looks not so excited and covered in fear that makes her feel disinterested.

"Lt Widia! I'm not thinking about poetry anymore, I'm running around." Answer me in relaxation.

It seems Widia was so upset with my answer, maybe she thought that I was indirectly insinuating.

"Widia, what's wrong with you?" Ask me to want to know. Staring Widia.

While Miss Dona from the front was calling some disciples to perform but, again they said that they were not finished.

"Mom! We're not done yet, ma'am. There's more, Mom." Complain them with a groan that stifles the soul.

"You guys must be playing, right? Working him?" Ask Miss Dona. Don't let me stand up and walk to your respective desks, yeah!" Strangled Bu Dona with a little hard emphasis. Playing a pen on the table.

At once Widia and I were silent to the voice of Miss Dona.

"No Liyan!" Complain Widia. "I'm still scared. I'm not as brave as you are." Stimulants. Staring with sadness.

"Then next..." Ms. Dona turned her head towards our table row.

At once, Widia and I kept their mouths shut.

"....you're Fikri!" Miss Dona. Looked at with great seriousness.

Huh! Widia is seen removing the chest by reflex. He immediately exhaled as if beckoning as freedom. His face instantly looked like it was detached from a strong restraining shackle.

"Good Mom." Fikri replied with a heavy tone of voice. Get up from the bench while pulling the book located on the table while glancing at me, then turn back the head.

Fikri was also seen walking with shaky steps, as if he was so lazy to step on foot to the floor.

Along with the poem, he came forward after me. He also gave the book to Dona.

"It's Mom." He said while handing over the book.

"Is your poem good?" Ask Bu Dona with a slight joke towards Fikri.

"Mom! The poem must be so good, Mom! Ahaha!" Rasyd looked happy and smiled throwing jokes that made tickle himself to a small laugh. Then he looked down with a little guilt that he did not want to admit to the truth.

"Rasid! Why do you dare to speak from behind? Who told you to? Don't get me wrong, if you repeat again I'll punish you." Pekik Bu Dona's. "Nobody's playing around, yeah! While I was still teaching. Stringency. " Fikri, quickly continue!" Ms. Dona's orders were firm. Looking at Fikri's book.

"Good Mom." Fikri replied in a slightly heavy and slow voice.

Um! Fikri also cleared his throat with his pretentious style, cool.

It was as if he looked like a person who was setting the tone of voice in a neutral manner.

"Mom! But I haven't done anything yet, Mom." Fikri said back with a little in a blanket of fear. Throwing the view in the other direction.

From the bench I was so intrigued to see Fikri's strange behavior today. Widia and I were so amazed to look at her as if we were watching a sircuss show .

My pale lips were instantly attracted by reflexes. The face that was covered in grief by Tania's speech was now resplendent again.

"Fikri what else, read!" Miss Dona. "Don't make your behavior here! Not my behavior, I just want to hear your poetry not see your behavior, let's hurry!" Pinta Bu Dona's. Swinging his hand smallly into the air as a signal forced Fikri.

We were so chuckling that we saw Fikri looking dead in style in front of Ms. Dona.

With great confidence, Fikri began to read the poem he had written slowly.

Adventurers

Your adventurer is inspiring

From every trip you give insight

Looking at the other side of the world

Make a trail in all directions

You inspire the younger generation

Get out and explore the world bravely

You give me stories from every journey

You provide motivation on every journey

You give surprises sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter

You give sometimes you lose and sometimes you win

Sometimes you give the future a big soul

But for true adventurers all give wisdom

My pale lips were instantly drawn wide, as if I had never felt the bitterness of life.

"It's Mom." Fikri. Standing looking at Bu Dona with pride.

"That's your poem?" Ask Miss Dona.

"She's Mom." Fikri replied with a face shrouded in suspicion at Ms. Dona's question.

Fikri was speechless staring at the look in Bu Dona's eyes so deep, staring at her from head to toe and from foot to head. He seemed so curious about himself, had he made a mistake or not?

"Liyan! Let's see Miss Dona staring at Fikri." Widia. Patting my shoulder slowly.

"Life Widia. Looks like Fikri's scared." My welcome.

Widia and I looked at Fikri worriedly.

"This poem is for you." Said Miss Dona. "The one in this poem is just like you, isn't it?" Ask Ms. Dona with great emphasis. "You didn't write the wrong poem according to your character!" Canda Bu Dona is firm. "Like adventure. Of all my students, you're the one who travels the most outside the classroom." Continue with gurat save funny laughter.

Ahahaha! Instantly laughter broke out from Rasyd after he heard Bu Dona's talk about Fikri.

"Let's Mom. Right."." Right." Connect Rasyd from behind.

Instantly I was silent like a fool as well as Widia. We never imagined it would happen. Temporal

Septiani and Solihin were seen behaving differently as they were seen helping Rasyd in his Fikri slacking.

Fikri who was still in front looked relaxed and calm because he never considered everything to be a big problem that happened to him.

For Ms. Dona, he is also often seen making jokes against Fikri. Fikri and Bu Dona are also often seen together because Fikri is the class president.

"Yes, please sit down!" Dona's Bu's orders. Turning his head to look at Fikri's book intently.

"Thank you, Mom." Answer Fikri. Walked.

Fikri also stepped by swinging his legs sitting on his stool. His face looks so relaxed.

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