The Struggle of a Child
Anxiety and pain

"She, ma'am" we answered.

"Mom, if they attack first. Can't we just pay it back ?" septiani.

Hearing Septiani Fikri and I turned my head to look at her. We also met with a view. "Liyan, that question leads to me" said Fikri slowly. Realize it perfectly.

"Where do you know?" my many. Instead, ask Fikri back.

"Yes, who else would try a friend of hers fighting, if not me!" repelled.

"Who knew he had a new friend?" connect Widia. Close his body to the bench. Look straight ahead.

"Have a new friend? Got a new friend, what?" manya curious. Looking at Widia seriously. I close my face right near her.

"God! Whose new friend?" ask Fikri. "Did he have a new friend to fight with again? Ahaha! How humiliating!" annoyed Fikri with a mocking laugh.

"God! Why are you upset? It's weird!" connect Widia.

Both my dim ears and my nertaku were silent. Sometimes I think of Fikri's prejudices against Septiani, that without a doubt Septiani insinuated it.

"Ficily! It'll be better" I said.

"Better what, Liyan?" ask Fikri.

"You won't fight with her anymore because she has a new friend. So, he no longer needs to fight with you! He must have had a fight with his new friend." My cetus.

"Then, the friend who accompanied me to my punishment, will be reduced, dong," he replied.

"What?" Widia. "The friend who accompanied your punishment, is reduced?" widia asked in a jolt, looking at Fikri fixedly, as if their two eyes were talking to each other. So, all this time you've only been friends with us, so that a friend can accompany your punishment?" widia continued to give a slow screech to Fikri, hoping Fikri could give a more detailed explanation.

"Eum!" Fikri cleared his throat with a mischievous face while smiling full of jokes.

"Fikri, you have the heart! Don't you pity me" I said hoping for mercy.

"Liyan! I actually feel sorry for you guys! But even more sorry for me. Standing alone, under the hot flagpole," he replied with a face of compassion.

The two weak hands were eager to tear apart Fikri who said his deed.

"Ficily! You're the evil class leader!" reply me with a frown.

The cool Fikri looked calm in response to what I just said. He just as easily turned and quibbled throwing everything away calmly.

"I don't know! If I'm evil or not, but 'you chose me" he replied with pride. Smiling seductively while raising eyebrows.

"God! We chose you, but you don't go too far, Fikri!" cetus Widia was upset. "You're more cruel than stepmother, '" he said.

Huh! Instantly I turned my head to the blackboard with dim eyes and looked at Ms. Dona, who was listening to the poem, another friend of ours, without answering Septiani's question.

"Widia, how's this?" I asked in lethargy.

"What about, Liyan?" widia asked with a confused face.

"If Fikri continues like that, it is" I said .

"You just calm down! If you're sick, there may be a teacher who dares to punish you" Widia said.

"Didnit! You're this!" reply me by pinching Widia's arm slowly. "You like it, I'm sick" I said. Grunts annoyed.

"Ow! Sick Liyan!" widia shouted softly as she stroked her arm. "Liyan, it turns out you are fierce too" he said. Throwing a gaze of pain.

"Hey! Don't fuss!" fikri shouted from behind in a whisper. "I'm the class leader!" Said firmly.

Hm! I, too, puffed long with an annoyed frown.

"Look ahead!" fikri's orders fiercely.

"He's a teacher" ledek Widia with annoyance.

We both unintentionally followed Fikri's orders. Looking ahead.

"Widia, Septiani's question, has Miss Dona answered, not yet?" ask me with curiosity.

"I don't know Liyan! But it seems not yet," Widia said a little regretfully.

My reflex was to lip-snap what Widia said.

The appearance of the next student is also being in the future by Ms. Dona, while staring at all the students of her students, which is sometimes fun and sometimes annoying, if it has made a mountain of problems.

Both Bu Dona's neutrals came to a standstill, as they stared at Septiani, as if Bu Dona remembered Septiani's question which he had not answered.

"Septiani, what are you doing?" ask Miss Dona flatly.

Suddenly Septiani flinched, raising his head slightly upright. "My-me again..." Septiani is like looking for something lost staring back at the table stammering and wallowing for too long.

"Mom! Maybe he has a new job" Fikri said by interrupting the conversation. Smiling thinly.

"Ficily! Please stay there!" screeched Miss Dona slightly up. Staring at Fikri with a serious face.

Fikri's reflexes were down and silent. Staring at me with his glare.

"Fikri, it looks like you froze today, like ice" Widia said. Turning his head at a glance glanced at Fikri.

"Es,es,es, what ice?" screech with an annoyed whisper.

Widia smiled slightly. "Es candle!" he chetus with a happy face, if he had mocked Fikri.

"Hey, Already! Don't fuss! Later caught by Miss Dona," I told them.

"Hm!" Fikri growled, as if he could guess, if I was afraid, he was punished and I would be affected. That's what's on his face.

Meanwhile, Ms. Dona who was sitting on the chair still showed the same facial expression, waiting for an answer from Septiani. "Septiani answer! What are you doing there?" ask Bu Dona with high emphasis.

Septiani replied. "Play with pencil, Mom," slowly stammering while blushing.

The ignorant Miss Dona actually just nodded her head innocently. "Don't make a fuss!" he rebuked with a strict ban. Septiani was doing fine on her desk.

"Alright, Children! Listen to your other friends! Focus on the front! Don't look me down" exclaimed Miss Dona with a reprimand.

"She, ma'am" we answered.

"We should just go home," Widia added with an uninspired face.

My weak body invited me to be quiet for a moment, while digesting what Widia said. "It seems you're right Widia" I said, complaining. "I'm lazy" I continued.

With care we also met each other's eyes while expressing the contents of each other's hearts. Bending the face with mounting laziness.

"It's boring to listen to poetry for too long" Widia whispered with a hearty voice. Putting your face on the table with a stack to the side.

"Liyan, you're bored, aren't you?" widia asked to know my heart.

"Emang why?"my many. Sighs. Pull the body slightly forward until the meeting slightly to the table.

Widia just looked at me with a blank look. Bend his face on the table upright. Twisting both eyeballs staring at the blackboard, accompanied by a glance towards Bu Dona.

The dumb bench. It felt tired to sit me down. Like, he walked to and fro with zig zag.

Thus, making me forget for a moment my pain and look forward and backward right at Septiani sitting.

Septiani was seen looking down and staring at the table seriously with the stationery scattered on the table. The curvature of my lips was instantly created staring at her unique.

"Widia, Septiani is all there is" I said with a face of sumringah. Septiani looked at him stunned.

"What's wrong, Liyan?" ask Widia curious. Raise your head with reflexes full of question marks.

"I think he's playing" I whispered quietly as I looked at Septiani.

Widia was also shocked. "What's? He's playing," as if he doesn't believe. At the same time we saw Widia.

"Liyan She! He seems to be playing. Play as usual, pencil scarecrow," said Widia jengah.

"Ficily! I named him a pencil scarecrow, up to you! What do you want to name him?" sumpul Widia was annoyed.

"All right! Don't cry. Liyan was angry! I was afraid that Liyan was angry," he said with a faint teasing joke.

"You'll have to go Fikri! The important thing is that your heart is happy" I replied indifferently.

Wrestling with emotions with Fikri. For a moment I forgot our little quarrel. Staring at the sudden Bu Dona, his two clear neutrals stared at us. "We are Widia" I whispered slowly. Turning her face away, she slightly glanced at Widia.

Widia just cleared her throat slowly retaliating to the rest that I said. While pretending to write and he looked down at the table for a moment.

"Already! Quiet, Liyan! Don't talk anymore" Septiani shook his head, pleading.

"All right" I replied. He looked down at the pencil I had placed on the table. The two netraku who were still looking down glanced at Bu Dona, who was staring at us fixedly. Seen from the veil of his face as if he wanted to ask me. I was so blushed and bowed in shame, like I just made a big embarrassing mistake.

I don't know what Miss Dona is thinking about me right now? This question fills the hollow recesses of my heart. It was as if I had just gotten a deep grieve.

To be honest, I really want Miss Dona to ask me, am I still capable or not? How big my imagination is today.

But everything did not go as desired. When, I was silent and drifted into a mute atmosphere, suddenly Miss Dona greeted me. "Liyan, what are you doing looking down?" his question made me instantly shocked.

"Eum!" while thinking long I too, "I again me.." grumbling grumpily in the heart at war with inner questions. 'If I lie, I sin and if I'm honest, I'll be punished.'

Bu Dona's sweeping gaze seemed to give up instantly. "Liyan, look ahead!" ms. Dona said with strict orders regardless of my answer. Pulling his gaze and gazing back at the disciple who appeared.

But what makes me upset, again Fikri has not been able to release me easily. He's the one who made my voice come out.

"Liyan! You got to scold Miss Dona, yeah! Poor thing!" his taunts were full of happiness. "Don't play, listen to what the teacher says, don't be naughty, remember! Ahaha!" he said with a happy laugh.

"Fikri already! Don't keep bothering Liyan" Widia reminded Fikri.

"Haha! Heh! Septiani, if Liyan is in the gannggu, she must be making a sound" whispered Fikri softly with a crisp joke.

"Keep why?" widia asked inquire. Staring straight ahead while leaning his body on the bench docked to Fikri's table.

"We're definitely out of here" he continued.

"out? Out where?" widia asked curiously.

"Stand up!" cetus with ridiculous.

"What?" widia was suddenly shocked.

Ahahaha! Fikri's crunchy laughter sounded happy because it had managed to trick Widia with her ignorance. The smile of the sumringah looked resplendent as if he had just won a match.

Widia also reflexively turned her body back with the sound of the sound of the bench that was heard, so that made Ms. Dona spontaneously rotate both eyeballs staring at our table. "Widia! What are you doing there!" scream Miss Dona loudly. "Don't let it be that you're done! You're a fuss over there, yeah!" continued Ms. Dona with vexation that peaked with emphasis.

Widia froze up. "I-he Ma'am," turned the body with a stammering answer.

The grunts and headbands of Bu Dona were also seen with annoyance while staring at the students who appeared.

I who looked at him instantly fell silent to feel what was happening.

Not long after the poetry reading ended. Ms. Dona was so enthusiastic, wanting to get things done today. "For the next one please come forward!" exclaim Miss Dona.

Teng! Teng! Teng!

From outside the classroom, the sound of the bell home was ringing loudly so that it penetrated the eardrum clearly.

"Kids! How many more people haven't performed?" asked Ms. Dona in full investigation.

The entire student replied nervously. "Two more people, ma'am," they answered fretfully.

"Liyan, that bell home has rung," Widia said slowly with a face that stores sadness.

"Kids! Please calm all, who have not read there are only two more people! Today, we finish it all" said Ms. Dona with great emphasis. Let them go home first!" waiting for the next appearance.

At once we were lethargic again, looking at each of my fellow countrymen with deep disappointment and saying grievances in our hearts with deep eyes.

"Liyan, I'm hungry" Widia said.

"Widia, me too! My body is limp," I said. Staring at Widia with a lethargic face and a raucous voice.

"Liyan, you're sick, aren't you?" widia said with a huff. He approached me who was sitting next to him. "Liyan, you have a fever" touched my forehead.

"Who's sick?" ask Fikri.

"Liyan! Fikri," Widia replied wryly.

"What's? Liyan is sick," he continued with aghast.

"Widia, don't panic! It's okay, kok!" my spoken. Leaning my weak body on the bench, while looking at the panicked Widia.

It seemed like Widia was confused, she stared back and forth twisting both eyeballs staring at the nanar, as if she was looking for something.

"Liyan, are you still capable?" tanyakanya. "We'll be home soon! Who hasn't performed yet one more person, Liyan," he continued.

Hm! I just growled.

My body feels so weak and heavy to look fine. The appearance of my last friend will be a bringer of happiness for me.

The wait that shuts us down hard will soon be eliminated, I complained myself.

"Widia, who hasn't performed, there's only one more person, right?" I said by asking back.

"Yes, Liyan, you're patient, yes!" he said give calm.

I slightly pulled my pale lips to hear it curl so sweetly.

"Widia, have you compiled your book?" my many.

"Already Liyan, everything has entered my bag neatly," he replied.

"You must not forget, Widia! You always forget" I said. Steady Widia with nanar.

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