The Struggle of a Child
To panikan

After Fikri is done. Dona called the other students back. He looked at all the disciples one by one.

Widia who was sitting next to me was so trembling from her face. He seemed afraid that Miss Dona would call him.

While Miss Dona was sitting in her chair, calling the next disciple.

"Rasid! Please come forward!" exclaim Miss Dona. Staring at Rasyd with hopeful eyes. As if Miss Dona remembered, what Rasyd had done earlier to Fikri.

Rasyd looks nervous hearing a call from Bu Dona. He slightly set his gaze towards Bu Dona by pretending to scratch the back of his head.

Her cute face looks like a boiled crab. Trembling, anxious and afraid, that was what was enveloping him at this moment. To worry about the ability was seen from his doubtful face.

He lingered more and more on his stool, like a man who lost something. Moving around here and there indistinctly.

"Rasid! Hurry up !" exclaim Miss Dona. "What are you doing there?" ask Miss Dona. Tilting a little head looked at Rasyd who was not present to fulfill his call.

"Yes Mom! For a moment, there is less" said Rasyd leisurely. He opened a book and held a pencil, and then he wrote it on a piece of paper that he opened.

"What are you, the one who's staying?" asked Ms. Dona curiously. Still putting up a look towards Rasyd who looked strange. "Rasid! Don't upset me, yeah!" screeched Miss Dona firmly. Ms. Dona gave a warning that forced Rasyd to immediately come forward.

"She's Mom." Answer Rasyd. Stand up and walk with the book he brought.

The look on his face was so chaotic, as if he was having trouble that there was no way out. It looked disheveled as it sighed with a blank look, like an uninspired person.

He also, approached the table Bu Dona located in front of the class. He handed over the book he brought with him pretending to be happy. A smile was drawn from his face spontaneously, although in a slightly forced state.

"Why you?" ask Miss Dona. Staring at Rasyd was curious.

"There's nothing, Mom." Rasyd answered covering up all his anxiety. The gazing of the staring eyes was visible, like lifeless. The scratches on his face were now visible, like a lazy person to do anything.

He immediately stood in front, along with the poem that was ready to be read. The long silence, made Bu Dona turn her head to the side staring at Rasyd who had not reacted in the least.

The eyes covered by the glasses hanging from his nose stared fixedly at Rasyd.

"Rasid! What's up, start!" ms Dona's orders. Holding the book Rasyd.

"Good Mom." Rasyd replied with a slight indolence.

Rasyd began to read poetry well and correctly. He made an expression move that amazed Bu Dona.

We did not expect that a witty, ignorant Rasyd could also read a poem that made everyone stunned to see it, especially me.

Widia who was staring at Rasyd looked sad. He felt that Rasyd was much better than him.

"Liyan! Rasyd's great, I'm afraid that I can't be like him" Widia lamented. A little whimper on the face.

"Widia! Don't give up, I'm sure you can, really," I looked at Widia. Encouraging Widia to be brave.

My heart is so sad to see my comrades in arms. I couldn't see her moans saying, 'she's scared'.

While Rasyd was still concentrating on the poems he read, he sometimes forgot a little. For a Rasyd, reading poetry is not a talent he enjoys. He likes to play football, like most boys.

The other students, too, seemed busy memorizing the poem they had finished writing. One by one they look so enthusiastic memorizing slowly, even though in the heart.

Their faces seem to remember what they do not know. Septiani, our fierce friend in the classroom, seemed to enjoy a conversation that made her occasionally show annoyance on her innocent face.

"Widia! Look at Septiani! He's like tired mostly memorizing," I said slowly. Looking at Septiani from the bench.

"Seeptiani where ever liked the name, 'pretty', Liyan," continued Widia. "He prefers to play with his pencil" he continued. Staring at Rasyd and occasionally throwing a look at his book. "I don't think I can handle this poem, Liyan," Widia said. Grunts annoyed. Playing pencil with fingers. "Not to mention, have to use movement," he lamented. "Liyan!" Stared at. "But, I'm amazed also with Rasyd, he can read without a book, amazing!" praise Widia by putting a million into amazement at Rasyd. Widia seemed to be in disbelief, if the one standing in front was Rasyd. To this day he still thinks it's someone else.

"She, I'm surprised Widia saw it too" I replied.

Even Rasyd, the longer the faster the poetry read, so Miss Dona frowned at him.

"Rasid! Why is it that the longer it is, the more messy it is?" asked Miss Dona in annoyance. Staring at Rasyd with a pias face.

Ms. Dona looked furious once she heard it. "All messy! Repeat again right! You are still not right, the way of delivery, the look of his face and movements, all are still wrong. "you just stand there until you go home!" lamented Miss Dona who was covered in anger.

Rasyd fell silent, froze and stopped the next poem. He also rubbed his forehead while breathing out.

"Mom, I haven't fully memorized it" said Rasyd, defending himself. He looked down and looked at Ms. Dona occasionally.

"What's? You haven't been poult?" ask Miss Dona. Mendelik with one hand holding the book Rasyd. He also reflexively turned his body to face Rasyd. Ms. Dona seemed to flinch, like she was struck by lightning. "I think you're all poultice" continued Miss Dona. "Then why did you give me your book?" asked Miss Dona in astonishment.

"I think I've already memorized it, ma'am," replied Rasyd. Stand looking at the floor. Shake the toe with small.

"Yes, already! Did you come back or did you read it with a book?" ask Miss Dona to know. Staring Rasyd.

Hearing the choice given by Ms. Dona, Rasyd was silent, looking down with a thoughtful face. He was seen repeatedly raising his head slightly.

"Mom! But I can't yet" said Rasyd. Begging to hope that Miss Dona will understand the pain.

"I'm not asking, you can or can't!" cetus Miss Dona firmly. "What I say if you want, read with a book," continued Miss Dona. Swinging the book into the air led to Rasyd. Looking at the book, Rasyd already knew that he had to bring the book.

Rasyd's face was so tangled. Thinking that he could not handle it.

"Mom! I'll try again without a book" Rasyd said. He looked down and looked at Fikri.

"Yes already! But don't be long, there are still many others who want to perform," said Ms Dona. Rotating sitting. "Kids watch your friends! No one is making a fuss!" exclaim Miss Dona. "Let's get Rasyd started!" ms Dona's orders.

Rasyd began to regulate his breathing and voice. The position of the body that was not upright now he set well.

Stand fast like a disciple who again carries out the task of leading the line. He began to recite poetry, word by word and verse by verse with good passion. It's like Rasyd won't lose to me and Fikri.

**rejoice

My heart is so turbulent

Suddenly the dark atmosphere became light

A beautiful smile was flashed with the melody

Silent face colored by a thousand resplendent

The road is steeped in peace

The black crystal eroded into silence

Ranum laughter becomes a thirst freshener

The black dust is now beautifully dragged

The waves stared poetically

The pain shook and pulled over

You got rid of the hanging enemy

You are a real happiness*

As soon as he looked like he was competing, not a single fatal mistake was heard and seen. Just a momentary forgetfulness that he made unintentionally.

Solihin, who was sitting on his stool, felt hypnotized by his soulful friend. He was so in disbelief, if the one who appeared in front of him was Rasyd. The ignorant vice-chairman of the class.

"It's Mom, '" said Rasyd. Silence looked at Ms. Dona, like someone waiting for a word, whether it was a compliment or not.

Rasyd looked at himself, that the poem he was reading, there must be a mistake he did not want to hear.

"Already! That's all...?" ask Miss Dona. Silence holding Rasyd's book. Pulling the chair forward, a little tight with the table.

Rashid sighed weakly, as if he could do nothing more, just resigned and surrendered, that's what he's doing now. His flat forehead now looks winding, along with a reprimand from Miss Dona.

He did not answer what Ms. Dona said in the slightest, just the look he gave in response to Ms. Dona. The look of his eyes.

"Now, please sit down!" ma'am Dona's orders indifferently.

"Okay, ma'am" replied Rasyd, bowing slightly as a gesture of respect to Ms. Dona.

Rasyd, too, walked slowly while staring at the bench he had long left behind. Occasionally he threw a glance at Fikri who was quite a distance from him. Me too, staring

Rashid who looks lethargic, after a long struggle with his poetry. We, too, met with a look at each other's turmoil.

Rasyd sat on the bench with his weakness. The fatigue that filled his body earlier, now he released by leaning on the bench, as if he was breathing out.

After Rasyd sat down, the others looked so anxious. They look at each other and talk through the eyes.

The reaction they showed was so easy to read, if they were so scared, who ? Of those who will be called by Miss Dona. Anxiety ensued, filling the classroom.

"Next, Tania!" call Miss Dona. Raising his head upright looking at Tania.

Highlight Bu Dona's eyes beckoned, that Tania should come forward immediately.

Tania was aghast, like being hit by a hard blow that hit her. He also stuttered to his feet. Walking with the void of life. Even small feet, stepping by dragging a limp body.

Book too, he swung down with a clear face, as if not receiving with a chest.

"Let's go, Tania! Do not linger," exclaimed Miss Dona resolutely.

"She Ma'am" replied Tania quietly. Walk towards the table of Ms. Dona who stood neatly in front of the class.

Tania looked at Ecy once. Put on lips with a little pout.

The sense of unease now peaked as high as the mountain within him. It was so hard for him to digest the poems he had written.

Silently, who did not let out any reaction, Ms. Dona was still faithfully waiting for Tania.

"Here, Mom," said Tania. Handing over the book in front of Miss Dona. Walk a little forward and stand up, like someone who will give you the best performance.

Dona ma'am, twisting her body, reflexes followed the direction Tania was standing. "Let's start!" ms Dona's orders. Staring at Tania who was earlier denouncing the appearance of myself in front.

Tania, too, began to regulate the gestures and sounds that he would release along with mimic from his face.

**Rain

Rain you send a tone through the stub

You watered the earth with your tone

You wet us with your outpouring

you take us in with your stream

You cover the rainbow with your black ink

You cover the twilight until it doesn't become beautiful*

You're like a shimphoni tone

You're streaming melodies in the pulse

You include sadness, beauty and natural disasters

Your arrival breaks all troubling estimates

You're a gratitude whipping hot

You're the secret keeper behind my cries*

Not long after, he stopped at half the poems he read.

"Have you?" ma'am Dona asked reassuringly herself, against the poem Tania had read.

"Be-yet, Ma'am," Tania replied with a slight stammer. Looked at Miss Dona and looked down. He shook and closed his voice, like a mute man.

"Then why stop?" asked Ms. Dona again curiously with a face full of big question marks.

Tania was just silent, looking down at the fingers she was playing, as if she was discussing with her fingers. Fretful face also looks coloring with full.

Sometimes he felt shackled, alone in front. Staring nanar down while listening to the nagging from Bu Dona.

There is no word for it to defend itself. Now it is like being estranged in the middle to the storm that struck.

The question from Ms. Dona who attacked him, made him embarrassed and wanted to cover his face with both hands.

"Mom! I only memorized half of it, Mom," Widia said. Duck.

"Do you want to see a book?" ask Ms. Dona with an attractive offer. Staring at Tania.

Instantly Tania is seen at war with her own thoughts. Sweet grip, has now approached without being invited. It's just enough to say, 'it's' to answer. However, again he was reluctant to make a sound and finally, made it a dilemma with all the tempests that struck before him.

Ms. Dona who had made an attractive offer towards Tania, stood up to Tania who had given her decision for so long.

"Tania! You better see a book! Let the others have a turn to perform," said Ms. Dona while presenting the book to Tania. "Today, the poetry reading must be completed, because we will have another schedule," continued Ms. Dona. Standing beside Tania, looking at the entire disciple. "If Tania doesn't want to continue her poem, please sit down!" ms. Dona's orders were firm. Staring at Tania.

Tania was like in the lunge of a hard wave that forced her to take action immediately. Apparently, he could no longer wait for the good to come, approaching himself by saying, if he was delayed to read poetry.

Everything happened outside of his will. And he could not escape the poetry which was ready to take him in a determination, further or not.

The tall body of the sturdy Bu Dona, stood up like it wanted to cover her small self. The movement of bitter lips opened instantly.

"Good, Mom! I continued," Tania replied taking the book presented by Ms. Dona.

He read the poem again until it was finished.

"You don't have to read from the beginning!" said Ms. Dona. "Continue where you forgot!" pinta Bu Dona with full affirmation. Walk and sit in the chair back.

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