The Struggle of a Child
Fear and happiness

Tania, too, continued the poem as ordered by Ms. Dona. He grabbed the book that Bu Dona had swung to him. In a nervous state, he opened his voice, staring at the book he had been swinging half into the air. He looked at the book with the movement wanted by Ms. Dona.

Slowly his lips, saying verse by verse the poem he wrote. The trembling hand that was holding the book, clearly visible made the others smile looking at him.

There was a quiet sound from one of our friends, however, it could still be heard by my ears being carried away by the blowing of the wind. "It turns out he's shaking too."

Widia and I looked at Tania in disbelief. We looked at each other and digested each one the way we wanted.

Ms. Dona still listened to Tania, even though she had started to be a little reluctant. He also began to look one by one from the other to perform next.

Tania's trembling made a slight noise and her movements were chaotic, the facial mimic instantly disappeared unseen.

"Have...!" pinta Bu Dona. ..."go sit down on your stool!" ma'am Dona's orders indifferently. Staring at Tania. "Put your book here!" command's back. Clap the table slowly.

Tania was immediately aghast, reflexively closing her two lips tightly. He turned his body towards Bu Dona and slowly approached with the book he was holding.

"Okay, ma'am" replied Tania. Look at Ms. Dona and put the book down.

With a look down, Tania walked over to her stool. It felt like he was embarrassed and wanted to change his face for another.

Meanwhile, Ms. Dona was working extra to stare at the students one by one, who would perform next. The sharp gaze filled by the magnet, staring as if to attract directly.

The hand still looks the same, playing the pen sweetly on the table. The glasses still hang in both eyes.

His gaze, too, stopped at our table row.

The innocent strings of my heart looked at Widia, who was again restless and agitated, it seemed, she was not calmly sitting on her own stool. It felt like a thorn was piercing him, hahaha! An amused laugh implied in my innocent heart.

Many times Widia shifted, as if she wanted to move to another place and hide.

"Listen yes, kids! Never be afraid of my gaze, let alone to come forward. The more you fear, the more I will call," said Ms. Dona, after turning her gaze from our table, as if Ms. Dona knew Widia's reaction and attitude.

Sontak Widia too, like being hit by a lightning strike in broad daylight. Climb up and immediately change the look of the face with a little calm. Shut up, staring at the book as if he were neutralizing the fear that binds him firmly.

"Widia, you take it easy. There is nothing to fear" I said flatly. Turn my book around at the table slowly.

"Liyan, I'm afraid to come forward," she replied softly. As if the front of the class, like a frightening specter for Widia, who will swallow it anytime until *****.

"Widia, why are you afraid? I'm the one who's been on vacation for a long time not afraid," I said. Staring at Widia with sadness while giving confidence to her.

"Liyan, we should just pray, so we can go home quickly," Widia asked with a deep fear.

I smiled thinly. I felt like a fool, hearing Widia's unreasonable request. Do'a to go home, it feels impossible, because Miss Dona if, she says something, it must be completed to completion.

Wrestling with Widia and an overwhelming fear lingered in her heart, saturating me and looking down. From the tail of my eyes, I looked at Bu Dona turning back the gaze staring, "Widia, please come forward!" ma'am Dona's orders were firmly instantaneous.

"Liyan!" Shouted Widia. Staring at me as if he was thrown by a raffle that made him unable to speak.

Instantly the face of the boiled crab was reddened and smoky. He was silent, like he was hit by a hard throw. His hands were like the tremors of an earthquake that shook the earth with a large Richter scale, which could destroy the poranda ravine, just like that poor Widia was today.

I just kept quiet. I really want to laugh in front of him. However, I had no power to do that, after all, Widia was my best friend who always looked after me at school.

"Widia, let's hurry!" my insistence on pushing Widia's body slowly by giving a spirited smile.

"Liyan, you're this!" widia stub. Stand up and look at me and grab a book on the table. Go with disappointment and fear.

"Let's go home soon, Widia," I said. Curving my pale little lips.

"If you're convinced, we don't want to go home, tomorrow!" widia said with annoyance.

"Widia, moreover!" yelled Miss Dona a little loudly. "Why are you all acting out today?" asked Miss Dona with a question mark filled annoyance. "None of you is sprightly to come forward other than, Liyan!" continued Ms. Dona with a tone of voice filled with annoyance.

"Enak! Listen to that your name is praised," Widia said with a full grumble on her face staring at the notebook that already contains a graffiti poem. Prepare to step.

"Enak yes, his name is praised" said Fikri. "Indeed, not being a model student," joked Fikri teasingly.

"Udah Widia get there!" fikri Urge. "Let's go home quickly" he continued with a small laugh.

"Widia!" call Miss Dona back a little hard.

In a hurry, Widia dragged her heavy legs. Forcing the trembling body to appear in front swiftly.

"Liyan, you saw Widia! She must be, Tania's second, hahaha!" fikri said with a joke. Laughs complacently.

Widia, too, had reached Ms. Dona's desk and handed over the book she had brought.

Ms. Dona looks so happy to receive Widia's book. He stared with his face covered with big questions. "Widia you're poultice?" ask Miss Dona. Looking at Widia and the book hanging in the air.

For a moment Widia was silent, as if she was at war doing a question and answer to herself staring nanar. "I-he Ma'am, I seem to have a poultice," Widia replied, looking down slightly.

"I don't want to hear the answer, 'looks like' ," Miss Dona replied. "If you haven't already, just bring your book!" said Ms. Dona. Turns his seat around indifferently. "Don't make it like Tania" he continued.

Widia just looked down and was silent, then she turned her body slowly while walking carrying a book that was not accepted by Ms. Dona. His face looked so a little sad. However, he tried to strengthen himself.

He stood in front like the others, however, Miss Dona did not in the least, following Widia's footsteps. Ms. Dona was still staring straight at the disciple sitting in front of her.

Silence from the attitude shown by Bu Dona, as a sign, that Widia should immediately start reading her poem.

The attitude that has been swift. Widia, too, began her fight with the poetry she memorized. However, Widia is still Widia, even though she was timid, she never once, saw the book she held to read it.

Fear

Not that I dare to step forward

Not that I can't control this self

When fear approached me

Makes me full of lika twists

The bright sky

Light up the dark earth

Birds singing

With a restrained soul

Sometimes I worry

Sometimes I get nervous

I was confused looking up at the chaos

Which I don't understand with everything

The rest that accompanies

The more the day the more endless

The waves came without heart

Sweep all the spirit that exists

"Already Ma'am," said Widia. Standing around, his head looked at Ms. Dona. Holding a book with one hand.

"Have you?" ask Miss Dona. Turning his head looked at Widia with question marks.

"Bring your book here!" pinta Bu Dona's. Turning around a bit while waiting for Widia to hand over the book.

Widia too, walked with an uninspired face. Staring with everything to the kosongan. He put the book on Miss Dona's desk.

"You see a book?" asked Ms. Dona, as if she didn't know it by probing. Take the book from Widia's hand.

"No ma'am," Widia replied lethargicly.

"Why? You sick?" ask Miss Dona to know. Looking at Widia while reading a poem written in Widia's book. Ms. Dona is still holding Widia up. As if he wanted to ask back.

When Widia was reading the poem, Ms. Dona actually knew that Widia had not seen the book. However, Miss Dona wants to hear the honesty of Widia herself. He is like that, always testing his students, is it honest or not?

"No Ma'am. I'm not sick" Widia replied.

"That's your voice! Why is it like that?" ask Miss Dona. Turning his head slightly looked at Widia. "Why? Or are you scared? Just like your poem!" continued Ms. Dona. Screeching slightly. "Who told you to? Do poems like this?" ask Miss Dona. Staring at Widia and then turning both eyeballs looked at me and Fikri.

Looking at Ms. Dona's eyeballs, we met the sight by accident. I directly lowered. Shut up and stare at the table with a big question mark, when I meet Miss Dona, as if Miss Dona thinks I taught Widia.

"No ma'am," Widia answered, raising her head slightly. Silence perpendicular facing forward, the entire disciple.

"Go sit! Then you will pass out here, too" said Miss Dona indifferently.

"Good Mom," Widia replied. He turned his body and walked dragging his legs, like a sick man, limp helpless.

"Widia, what's wrong with you?" my many. Staring at Widia who was silent, stepped foot sliding the bench a little, then dropped her body on the bench.

"Liyan, my heart is beating fast. My body trembled, when I got to the front," he replied softly. "I feel like crying, Liyan," she continued.

Ahaha! Fikri's laughter, too, was heard from behind piercing the eardrum.

"Widia, if you cry we have no candy" whispered Fikri softly.

For the sake of soul peace, I leaned the weak little body against the bench and shifted a little head. "Fikri, quiet! Don't mock Widia!" I said by giving Fikri a harsh ban.

"Liyan, sorry! I'm not mocking Widia" he replied.

Then I straightened the body, suddenly Bu Dona was heard calling the name Septiani which made us jerk. Without further ado and heating, as Ms. Dona did to us, all this time.

"Septiani, hurry!" ms Dona's orders. "Foul is not pity, go forward! Let this poem, finish it all today!" said Ms. Dona with great affirmation.

"Okay, ma'am" replied Septiani from his stool. Standing with a relaxed face, it was as if the call of Bu Dona was not a burden that struck him mentally.

Septiani approached Ms. Dona, along with a long book, he set up on a table while memorizing.

His bright face was so resplendent, as if illuminating all the dark path. With confidence controlling his pace, it was a hard blow for Tania and Ecy.

From my stool, which was far away from them, I looked at Tania, who had a slightly hateful face towards Septiani. The pull of sneaky lips, now seen accompanying the steps Septiani.

Septiani who looked indifferent, never paid any heed to anyone, moreover, a person like Tania.

" This is Mom" Widia said. Staring at Ms. Dona while putting the book on the table.

Instantly, Widia and I met eyes and asked each other questions, to ourselves.

"Liyan, didn't Septiani say that she didn't like poetry?" widia said with a question mark that enveloped her.

"Yes, you're so, upside down," I replied in confusion. "But, Septiani who does not like poetry" I continued to sigh, releasing all the fatigue that lay within.

"Widia, you're upside down" said Fikri from behind.

Widia just stood still and gave a slight reaction of body movements that shifted the chair, in response to Widia's annoyance to Fikri.

"Come, hurry Widia, get started!" ms Dona's orders. Surprised us.

Septiani, too, did the same thing, as we did, however, this time Septiani was different. He asked the class president for permission to listen to his poetry. Suddenly all the students fell silent and laughed as well, So did Ms. Dona, she was so hit by a hard blow, that she made her face flabbergasted.

With incredible bravery, Septiani was harboring shame as well, he turned his head to look at Bu Dona with a flushed face and lowered his head.

"Septiani, don't joke around too much! Fikri you're the class president, shut up and listen to Septiani!" ms. Dona's orders were firm.

"Okay, ma'am" Fikri replied in a half-full voice in the classroom.

Septiani also, made the debut of his poetry that shocked all of us, especially Bu Dona and Fikri.

"Really, Widia is brave" I said, still not believing.

"Liyan, Septiani is like that" Widia continued. Staring at Septiani like a new person in the know.

Bickering

Loud thump filled the sky

Destroying the entire horizon

You've lost the peace

You close all the gaps so tightly

I'm afraid to know what my fault is ?

You hurt me so much

You're making everything mess up

You left behind the grief rubble

You cover it all up with lies

To deceive the sacred heart

You laugh with everything

You think it's just a game

Septiani too, so shrewdly lived his poetry. The movements from his body gestures, made everyone stunned.

Classrooms that usually break down

the eardrum, now silent like the silence of a dark night.

Only the beautiful voice of Septiani is heard as a filler of silence that envelops.

Without us realizing it because it was carried away from the strains of Septiani poetry, it was over.

"How are the kids!" ma'am Dona's series of half the bliss that envelops.

"That's great, ma'am," answered all the disciples who were joined by me.

After Bu Dona finished with Septiani's book, he turned his head and tilted half a degree of his body, facing Septiani. "You're pretty good too" said Ms. Dona. Nodding slowly.

"Thank you, ma'am" replied Septiani with a sumringah.

He too, immediately walked over to the bench that had long awaited him. The ideal resplendent face, looking perfect illuminated the long standing footsteps.

The table that greeted him with a smile, stood up straight to let him in.

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