The Struggle of a Child
Me and Flowers are an inspiration
"Once again, he's a tofu bitch, honga!" widia's gerutu sees Fikri walking out of class with Rasyd and Solihin.
"Widia forget it! That fikri was never serious about what he was talking about." I calmed Widia down.
"But, I'm annoyed to know! He always nyerocos when talking," complained Widia.
"How about we get out" I appeased Widia.
"Liyan, are you sure? Today we'll be safe." Staring at me while walking.
"Safe, why?" my question does not understand.
In the other corner. "Liyan, Widia, where are you going ?" shouted Septiani who was carrying out his picket duty asked. "Wait a minute, why?" shouted back.
"We'll be waiting for you outside" I shouted.
"Thank you." Septiani immediately smiled with the broom she was holding.
As usual, in the morning all children are busy with their respective duties that have been determined. Every day the change of picket continues to take place, such is the routine activities we go through day after day well done in the morning, there are even students who do it after school hours in particular, especially after school, like sweeping a classroom.
"Septiani, please be clean! So that you are not angered by Fikri," Widia shouted Septiani with a smile leaving the classroom filled with dust.
"Awas you Widia" threatened Septiani who again held a broom. Seeing them fighting like a child I pulled my pale lips away with Widia.
"Widia you haven't answered my question. Aman why?" I asked back.
"From Fikri's grip" Widia replied.
"Hopefully we're safe" I said.
While outside the classroom precisely on the field, many children are seen joking with their fellow students. My weak body now looks friendly after a while of weakening. The cold that attacked was now back neutral. The hot body temperature has returned to normal. My net was wide open, like a shining sun.
Widia and I continued to walk around looking for a comfortable place for us. The pace got faster, my weak hand without me knowing was still holding the book tightly.
"Widia, a morning like this under a tree must feel a little cold" I said stepping with her.
"I think so. Although it feels a little cold, but the air is fresh," welcome Widia.
"Yes you're right. Under the tree is a cool place to calm the mind" I kept walking with the book in hand.
"I agree!" connect Widia.
Not how long my feet stopped under the tree that became our favorite stopover, the tree of lush paper flowers. The flowers are so eye-catching when looking at it. Flowers are thick and colorful. This flower is so interesting to us, especially me. I really like to see a lot of flowers, lush with colors that look like rainbows. Not infrequently when I am sad and my pain strikes back I reconcile myself under it. It does sound a little funny, the flowers are not fragrant and the twigs are surrounded by thorns, but it is a favorite for me besides the beautiful flowers, like a rainbow. There is one theory that draws my mind. The thorns around the beautiful flowers are full of colors that can calm the heart when the eye looks can protect itself from the attack of evil hands that want to damage it.
This is what makes me so idolize him because he accidentally gave me a little life support. Flowers are located not far from our classroom doors and also offices.
The foot that I was swinging stopped. "Widia, we've arrived" I said smilingly looking at the beautiful flowers.
"Now we will rest here first, waiting for Septiani to finish his picket duty." Widia instantly dropped her body sitting under the flower tree.
"But Widia...". I was silent and surprised looking down at the strange tree.
"But..., what's Liyan?" Widia's two eyeballs looked at me in surprise.
"Who did this?" My eyes keep looking. "Putting stones so we can sit."
"Yes Liyan. Did someone put a stone here?!" Widia turned her seat and watched him. "I didn't notice it from earlier."
"There must be a kind person putting this here. Maybe he's seen us sitting here so often that he's put this many stones" I continued.
"He pityes the same time we. We'll often sit here reading a book." Widia opened the book I brought. "Come on, Liyan, sit down!"
"All right." I also sat down while counting the number of neatly arranged stones. "Widia the stone is six."
"What?" Widia looked at me for a moment. "You counting?" ask Widia.
"Yes. I'm curious. So, I count!" Glancing at Widia while counting back inside the heart.
"Liyan, maybe that's just precision. Don't think about it now look at this!" Widia pointed at the book.
"Advanced the poem overnight" Widia replied briefly.
"Oh yeah!" my connection.
"Yes," Widia looked at me with a clear face.
We both then read the book that today will be a presentation material to Miss Dona. This fun lesson forced me and Widia to really understand it.
"Widia, the lesson was so fun" I said looking at the book.
"Yes, I really like it" Widia said with a slightly heavy tone of voice.
L saw. "Why is your voice so heavy?" I read the book on the next page.
"No," Widia replied hiding it. "Liyan, are we going to learn this today again?"
"It wasn't you who said that. What if this lesson?!" My friends pretend they don't know.
"Know me this. You're right Liyan, read this page." Widia's getting fucked.
"Well! Let's read it!" myrag.
"I don't like to read much. Like you, I carry books everywhere. Whether it's a piece of paper you carry or you get, even your mind, like a book." Widia feels more moaning with my compulsion.
"Widia, reading it is the window of the world. Why don't you like reading?" manyaku.
"I'm bored. My lips are tired of reading, my mind has to work to remember." Look at her by complaining about her problem. "So, I'm twice tired." Droopy.
"Gfts." I reflexively held back my laughter hearing the cuteness of my best friend. "Widia! So, when did you not want to read?" my many. Don't you teach reading too?!"
"Watch?" Widia turned the reflex head.
"Emmm!" I nodded with an adorable face.
"If I like teaching, because after we read, we do not think until we have to squeeze the brain. Not like this, we've read, we explain. Then we're asked back, which makes me drown in fear until my hands are cold and my feet are shaking, Liyan."
"When is it?" my question is getting curious.
"When you're not in school. Not to mention Fikri who must demand, so that I can and should not be a fool he said, if appearing in front, when asked." The look on his face was so sad given his dark past.
"Haha!" My laughter was heard so the flowers fell. "That's all! You're shaking." My pale lips were attracted by the knot back.
"Liyan! Don't laugh anymore. You're the same as Fikri, like to corner me." His pouting face returned.
"Don't be the same with Fikri. We're different, he's a boy and I'm a girl,"
"Yes but ', will be united," he said.
"United for what?" ask me innocently.
"To pursue ideals," Widia replied laughing at me who was pale.
"Why should I be with him? Can you do it too?!" saskan.
"But it's just that you two are smart" Widia said praising me.
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