The Struggle of a Child
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After Septiani is finished, then the next new appearance, will stand in front of the class which is considered as a hot stage by us who feel trembling.

It's over the fight we listened to Septiani. Now waiting for the next one, who would fill the front of the class? Are any of us better than myself and Septiani? Ahaha! Little laughter fills the deep recesses of my heart.

The attitude, ready from Miss Dona shows to the preparedness for others. "Who wants to appear next, without his name? Please show up now!" said Ms. Dona with a asking question. Look at the whole student.

The whole classroom is quiet. Not a single one, out of them making a sound, only the gaze of the eyes was speaking at this moment. Highlight the walking eyes, like issuing a letter that can be combined into a word.

There is a desire to appear instantly, there is also a sudden undo. Solihin, his most impatient son waited too long, straightened his body slightly forward docked to the table and raised his hand. "I, Mom," he replied loudly. Look at the face of Miss Dona who always looks serious.

"All right! Please!" welcome Miss Dona. Turning the Spotlights looked at Solihin.

Dona, too, then looked down again, looking at the book she had placed before her. Writing while waiting for Solihin to move on. His serious face looked like he was thinking, as if he saw a crumpled problem in the book and Solihin was walking a little tautly, carrying the book he was holding with both hands, swinging into the air while open.

"Here, ma'am," said Solihin. Hand over the book to Miss Dona.

Seeing the book half swinging in the air, even Miss Dona, stopped her writing instantly. He also placed a pen on the book and turned his head slightly to the side, while taking the book handed over by Solihin.

"Read!" order Ms. Dona with a flat face. Pulling lips with a slight curve.

"Okay, ma'am," Solihin replied. Turn your body upright like the others. He also began to organize the entirety of the gesture and mimic his face to look perfect.

Even Dona, immediately straightened back his seat as before, holding Solihin's book and reading it, as he had done before to other students. With both ears still perfect, Miss Dona put the hearing with jelly.

Solihin, too, debuted in front of the class. Amazing he is no less competitive with Fikri and Rasyd. He is very good at arranging all the movements and mimic faces and sounds. The wet raspy vocal cords vibration adds to the sweet, Solihin performing up front. The resplendent laughter face made, he became the idol of Bu Dona.

We were so stunned to see Solihin's unusual performance. A sense of admiration today, so abundantly given to Solihin.

Confidence was so strong it seemed to accompany him. There was not the slightest trembling that he gave, he was so relaxed.

Laughter

You fill my days

You create happiness

Filling a troubled heart

Curved over thin lips

You broke up deserted

Filling up a quiet night

As beautiful as a rainbow brings shade

Greeting with warm

Lara's removal

Break up lonely

Silence of the soul

Makes the heart flowery

The night that missed the morning

Hugging the dawn that lies

Who conquered silence

And remove the wound

Ms. Dona was so seen nodding back, hearing Solihin. As if he gave a great admiration to Solihin. Several times, Ms. Dona glanced at Solihin who was performing. It was as if Ms. Dona said as it turned out, 'This child is good as well', that's what Bu Dona's gaze looks like.

Decak was amazed, of all students not less competitive with Bu Dona . They were so enthusiastic about seeing and hearing Solihin, who was unlike the usual Solihin, julid and rampong. So do I. I didn't expect that my friend Solihin could be like this to impress everyone, especially me.

Every now and then, I broke the silence staring at Widia. "Widia, Solihin is good too! His appearance" I whispered in Widia's ear. Look straight ahead.

"Liyan She! Solihin! If he wants to, he can do it" Widia continued slowly. Staring at Solihin while releasing the fear that had befallen him earlier.

"God! Liyan, what are you talking about? Why not share it with me," continued Fikri from behind quietly.

Instantly, I felt my illness recur again, hearing a voice connection from behind. Fikri likes to connect someone's conversation, especially me.

The hot body wrapped in the cold is now increasingly peaking. I don't know, why? Suddenly he relapsed again. The eyes that were staring at Solihin with a little to the bright, were now dim without light.

The breath that was just now, I exhaled was still fine, now it seemed to disturb my comfort. The pale lips were so heavy it wanted to open, answering the welding from Fikri behind.

The sound of small movements disturbed my hearing, heard from the direction of Fikri. Several times, Fikri pushed a little of my stool forward as a gesture, why? I didn't answer the question.

Even his nosy hands, visible from the tail of the eye patted my shoulder slowly with a book. I felt like I wanted to let out a big wave and throw as hard as I could.

"Iissch! Fikri, why did you hit me? Sick, know!" sulanku. Slowly stroking my shoulder with my right hand.

"Well answer, what did you say? To Widia, don't tell her that you're praising Solihin, yes!" continue with unreality. Fikri, as if he had learned from our reaction, if we were to praise Solihin again.

"God! Liyan, that Solihin looks good only every once in a while! I could be better than him!" he continued with indifference, snorting. As if, Fikri does not want to lose competitiveness from Solihin. He couldn't accept sincerely that Widia and I were praising Solihin.

"Yes! Fikri, you're better than Solihin," Widia replied quietly with little allowance for Fikri. Look straight ahead.

"What I'm asking, isn't you!" his dream was upset.

I just took a deep breath. Hearing Fikri and Widia arguing. It seems, Widia replaced Septiani. Even a witty laugh tickled the space of my restless heart.

Even a pale face, radiated across the bench I was sitting on.

Fikri and Widia, still heard a small quarrel, in the care of Bu Dona's glance.

For a moment, I forgot about the small quarrel that had occurred near me, which was the beginning between me and Fikri.

I too, looked back at Solihin who I did not know, would be ready soon or is it still a long time? However, I installed my sense of sight to focus on it.

Solihin is increasingly seen with strings of beautiful poetry. The hum of his poetry swept away those of us who heard it for the first time.

Miss Dona also, so put a tremendous admiration for Solihin. Seen several times, he looked at Solihin again while holding the half-swinging book on the table.

The sound of small cheers was a sign of praise for Solihin was heard with lively. Solihin today is like a famous man who just came out in public and showed his exclusive face, which made all eyes on him.

"Solihin, Solihin, Solihin!" There was a cry so laughable that it broke the eardrum.

"Mom, Solihin today was good, Ma'am! His appearance" said one of our friends. "Yes Mom! He's not what he used to be" the others continued. With applause as if welcoming famous actors.

"How's Solihin? Are you happy to hear your friend's praise?" ma'am Dona asked, having learned that all of her guidance disciples were so stunned to see Solihin. Pulling lips thin.

Solihin also reflexes to pull the lips with a reddened face due to holding a little shame. He didn't say a word, gave us an answer that made us happy. He just showed his happiness with a relaxed face.

"So, how much will I give you value?" asked Bu Dona with a crisp joke on Solihin about his appearance that made everyone stunned. Ms. Dona kept staring at Solihin to hear the answer to her question.

Solihin whose face was now like a boiled crab, only smiled faintly. Occasionally he shook his small body standing in front of the class, as a sign that he was embarrassed and wanted to sit down immediately.

Looking at Solihin who did not give any answer. Making one of our friends nosy and he immediately answered Miss Dona's question. "One hundred, ma'am," he replied in full jest.

Suddenly, I turned my head to look at Tania and Ecy who were sitting on my side.

They were so relaxed throwing their gazes forward freely. Especially Tania, she seemed to have not felt, had done the slightest evil.

The innocent look was so hurt. A clean heart is now stained from the scrape of the wound. The face of Pias instantly wanted to be implied, I neutralized it for the peace of the old heart.

After that, I turned the eyes back to look at Solihin who immediately went to sit on his stool.

Miss Dona as our homeroom teacher, looked at Tania with a puff. "Solihin please sit down!" order Bu Dona while staring at Solihin's book containing pencil strokes.

"Okay, ma'am" answered Solihin, leaving the place that had raised his name today.

Then, he walked with a hint of pride wrapped around him at this moment then he stepped on the tired leg that had stood in an orderly manner, entered the table and dropped his body on the bench. Breathing into the panic over his performance hoping for good judgment from Ms. Dona, he now let go instantly.

After that, Ms. Dona also returned to voice, calling for the next one to appear. "Who else? Does anyone still want to?" ask Miss Dona. Write.

"Widia, Solihin is so tired, I see," I said slowly. Turning his head from Solihin looked at Widia and looked at Bu Dona.

"Why is he tired!? Solihin is a child who is never tired. He laughed a lot, never tired. Poetry reading time is tired," complained Widia with the right satire.

"You are!" My murmur. Turn your head around indifferently.

"Liyan! Whose turn is it?" widia asked inquire. Looking at the notebook he brought earlier, as if he was crying over the poem he wrote.

"That! Have a look!" I cried with small orders. Pointing with a fixed look of the eye.

Not long after, we both looked at each other. Widia was so flabbergasted looking at Ecy who appeared willingly. He took a step lightly with the book, just like we did.

With full confidence, he was so excited to approach Bu Dona who sat and had been waiting from earlier. He also, handed the book to Ms. Dona with her innocent face.

Then, Miss Dona immediately received the book that Ecy brought from the table. Highlight the eyes that were staring at Ecy as if speaking clearly told her to instantly stand up and read like the others.

Even Ecy, immediately walked to take the position where we stood. He did as everything he had performed. Read quietly and in no hurry. That's what Ecy is like today. She looks so good than Tania. So that makes Ms. Dona slightly enjoy her appearance.

Ms. Dona was so attached to look at Ecy and stared at Ecy's book with an occasional glance. In addition, Miss Dona was also seen listening to the poem read by Ecy.

Quiescent

Silence holds many words

Plentiful of taste

Who no longer wants to speak

Found a silent and empty

You drowned yourself out of the world

Who heaped wounds and sorrows

In a screeching urge

Should pinta be revealed forcibly

Destroying the soul in angkara

Who became a nelangsa in the soul

I have to ignore silence

Like a question there is no answer

Ecy was so happy from the tone of voice he let out. He wants to defeat Tania, it seems! By bringing out a better and different appearance from Tania. In fact, even Fikri, almost lost.

Now all the students in the classroom were silent and down, visible from some students. I turned the two dim eyeballs staring at them, as if they were looking at themselves, when they appeared later.

A lowered face, seen from some of the disciples, seemed to ask the mute table,

if they can or not?

A tired day has accompanied us sincerely, now will soon leave so that the silence in the classroom feels gripping, even the stub of the sun is not heard on the roof of the school.

Ecy's voice sounded so loud that it exceeded Tania's. The courage that Tania did not have when she appeared, is now taken over by Ecy.

Seen from the nod Bu Dona slowly, signaled that he liked the appearance of Ecy. While I was so restless with my body condition that it started to feel uncomfortable.

Don't know why? My body heat increased again to make me disturbed. Meanwhile, Widia, he looks calm with a pencil that he scrawled on paper from earlier.

Unpleasantness that disturbs. Locking the voice to shout called Widia. Only the eyes can be my friends now. See Mrs Dona talking to Ecy .

"Ecy, you're pretty good than Tania" said Ms. Dona. Turning around staring at Ecy. "I think, you can get the same competent grades as, some who have performed," continued Bu Dona. Rotate the body and put your hands on the edge of the table while holding Ecy's book which stands upright in the air while crossing the right leg over the left leg. "Did you learn to read poetry last night?" ask Ms. Dona with a search.

"She, ma'am" replied Ecy. "I'm afraid Mom, if I stand up again because I don't know about poetry" she continued. Staring at the floor.

"Good job! That's what I expect from you" Ms. Dona said. "Your changes are getting better and better, I see. I don't want, there are students of mine who follow a friend who is not good" he continued. Throw a glance at Tania. "I know you are good, the child is good, so when you make a mistake, I punish you because I hate him!" repelled. Staring Ecy. "Your parents know me, yeah!" cetus Miss Dona with hope, if Ecy is not naughty anymore. "Never repeat your mistakes again!" said Ms. Dona. Swinging his head indifferently.

"Well, ma'am," replied Ecy gently. Dancing and turning the body.

"Listen, yes, Children ! Don't you ever have a fight at this school, as I know, understand!" said Ms. Dona with great emphasis. "Because I don't like to see kids your age fighting!" continued. Looked at us with affection.

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