The Struggle of a Child
Look behind the door
"Looks, we're here playing with cats. No, they are outside" Septiani said, then left me alone.
"So here is my book" I said, extending a hand.
"Liyan, don't sleep, yeah, hahaha!" Septiani laughed and handed me the book. "As soon as you fall asleep, you forget that we're home, hahaha!" His laughter still looks friendly.
"Don't worry! I won't sleep until I go home and I'll sit and wait for you" I said, walking back.
"The truth is, you didn't sleep" Septiani said. "Liyan, take care of my bag, yeah." Septiani looked back from behind the door while showing a little head.
"Your body will not disappear. Now quickly go there playing cat-slinging," I urged as I examined the picture depicted earlier in my book.
"Well, I'm also lazy here to accompany you," led Septiani joked with crisp. "By!" Swinging his hand into the air stepped out.
My lips instantly knotted sweetly looking at her who was smilingly stepping away leaving me alone.
"Yeah! Don't complain, yeah!" reply while waving my hands as well. "It's hot today."
"I'll be a good boy today and will listen to you" Septiani said as she ran.
I also walked to see him running out happily. From behind the school door I stared at Septiani. I stood with the book I was still holding with solitude and the silent class I looked at those who were screaming with joy.
My pale lips were instantly attracted to the curving carried away by their happy currents. The weak legs that had so far made my way stumble so much that I wanted to fall to the floor standing without the slightest pain.
Solitude again accompanied me with objects that filled the classroom neatly displayed. They were standing looking at me sitting in the classroom all by themselves.
The fresh wind that blew touched my pale face pierced through the door. My short shoulder-length hair as well as the neatly lined bangs covering my forehead flew in no direction. It was so cold for my unhealthy body. Shivering like, doused in such cold water.
The roar of laughter from outside still sounded jarring as I walked back to my bankruptcy.
"Liyan, aren't you afraid of being alone in class?" A voice called my name.
I immediately replied as I raised my head slightly looking at the one calling my name. "No," I answered seeing his face.
"No one is silent inside. You better get out! Look at us who are exercising raga," exclaimed Pudan.
"So said Mr. Duan, I was sitting in the classroom." I explained while looking at him.
"Out can also. Just sit there and look at us. Why are you alone in class. Spooky know!" urge Pudan while carrying a drinking bottle from his desk.
"Yes, yeah! You're right, but I don't dare. I'm afraid of Mr. Duan," I said as I glanced at the Fikri bench that was behind me.
"The father is not fierce, he is good Liyan. All this time I've seen him so good to you." Pudan reminds me of back.
Finally, my memory recalls and justifies what Pudan said just now. "Yes, you're right" I replied, recalling. "But I'm still afraid, if you're angry, how 'bout ?" I asked Pudan again.
"Related, Liyan. The father will not be angry. You believe me." Pudan stepped back after pausing to say that to me.
"Brake!" A voice called out his name. "God!" Fikri took a deep breath. "I'm tired of looking for you to play because my friend lost one. Turns out, you're here" said Fikri. "Whether you get in here," continued Fikri curious. "You want to rest too, huh?!"
"I just picked up my bottle" Pudan replied as he showed it to Fikri. "I was in class, not good. It's good outside of sports." Walk out into the sports field again.
"Hey, wait! Play go aja. Help me carry this, "pinta Fikri while sliding the bench.
"That!" Show Pudan. Who for?" tanyanya returned while walking towards Fikri.
"For the Father," continued Fikri. "Thank you, yeah!" fikri's orders to Pudan.
"That I can take him," interrupted Pudan.
"Why ? It's just a chair, not heavy" Fikri said. "You're afraid your body is thin." Fikri stared at Pudan's body from head to toe.
"Fear thin anyway. Who's afraid of thin?" sulek Pudan gave a challenging question to Fikri.
"Yes, let's hurry, bring it!" Fikri pushed a little bit of the bench on Pudan.
"What's the problem, what about my drinking bottle?" Pudan asked back confused.
"Put it down here first. Just take it again later," said Fikri casually.
"Bring one more bench" Fikri said as he lifted her out.
"For whom ?" tanya Pudan shouted.
"For Nina," she replied to Pudan's cry.
"Round of Nina, she who was lifting," Pudan grumbled in annoyance. "Yes, it's Liyan." Pudan turned back to my area.
I just smiled pulling my pale lips up curled sweetly. The little discussion between the two of them was over. Now it's time to get back alone again. Sitting on a bench with bags, books and a few looks in class.
My back floated considering the evil ball. The ball hit my tiny body so I cried and groaned in pain. The heat from the throw was still on my chest.
My tender arms without being noticed by me again stroked her to remove her marks. While my other right hand held a pencil while writing a circle for the umpteenth time.
"Liyan, the bell has rung you're not resting?" widia asked, reminding me who often gives me attention.
"I've had a break since, '" I replied as I looked at the pencils that kept making circles like balls.
"That's different for Liyan" Widia said as she walked to see me.
"Different?" I'm a little full of question marks. "Different times?! 'You're not learning either." I looked at Widia who was enveloped in fatigue.
"That's not at break time so, different. Come on, let's go sit in the cafeteria" urged Widia to take me.
"Lazy. I'd like to sit here, please" I refused gently.
"Here! Ouch, Liyan! Doing it in your own class. Delight outside in crowds." Widia again urged me with all her seduction.
"My leg drowned Widia," I said, giving an excuse.
"Well, you must be lying?!" Widia looked at me fixedly.
"Where do you know that I'm lying" I replied, looking down at the paper I was scratching.
"That, the evidence," Widia replied as if trapping me.
"Where? I asked by pretending. "I didn't see it" I continued, looking for something.
"That!" Widia kept insistent as if she was forcing me to see what she saw. "Where might you know. You're not seeing him. All you see is that." Widia came back to babble in annoyance.
"I don't really know. Why do you sound angry?" I guess I didn't pay it much attention.
"Your head," Widia cetus. His footsteps grew louder and closer to me.
"Hhhh!" I raised my head to look at him in awe. "Why is my head ?" tanyaku.
"Subject," Widia replied. "Every time I ask you, you always duck."
My head turned slowly from him. Both balls of my eyes seemed to justify Widia's telling of my head which often looks down when answering her question.
"Maybe you saw it wrong." I went back to denying the truth. "Every day I'm like this. Especially when I write, my head is down."
"Mmm.., I don't think I was wrong. You were right that you looked down must have seen your writing. But the problem is that you can answer my question once, not bow your head. I'm right, aren't I?" widia asked me a question. "It's not. Every time you answer a question, you're down." Widia doesn't want to lose to me. I was, like, surrounded by an enemy who wanted to finish me off right now.
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