The Struggle of a Child
Immediately discouraged
"Where's your picture book is Liyan?" asked Widia who was sitting next to me.
"It." I immediately turned around sitting taking a picture book inside the bag. "Waaah! Widia, your picture book is beautiful, where did you buy it?" My arm immediately touched the picture book that was located in awe.
Widia smiled. "This picture book my dad bought it, hehehe!" Widia laughed a little.
"If my father is the same, too," I said. "Every time I want to buy a book, my dad buys it. Where have I ever bought it. My father said, if I buy it, it must be ugly, he said," I said happily.
"Yes Liyan. Your father said so! Pantesan, you don't want me to buy books sometimes." Widia took a pencil and crossed out her drawing book.
"Eem! So, I'm ashamed, if my father told me that," I said flatly.
"Haha! My dad never said that to Liyan." Widia looked at me flatly. At first glance he again saw a table that had been located a drawing book, ruler and some other equipment.
A neatly lined and so beautiful carving has formed on plain white paper. Not a single bit of noise was heard from us. We are all so serious about our ideas and imaginations. The tables are all filled with drawing equipment.
Each of us poured his imagination as best we could. I especially don't want to lose to others. All the imaginations that were drawn in my mind were slowly pouring out on the white paper.
A very helpful pencil and ruler are now starting to provide a bright spot. My pale lips instantly curled sweetly so as to cover my weakness and to my shoots. The pain that befell was no longer felt, it was gone without a trace somewhere because I had drowned in the design atmosphere of the graffiti I made.
"Liyan.., Liyan." Widia repeatedly called my name until she hit me on the shoulder slowly until I gasped.
"Hhhh!" I immediately woke up from my wishful crib. "L-yes, what's wrong?" ask me with an empty mind.
"How's my drawing, pretty, no?" widia asked me.
"Wow, emm." The sweet curvature was also neatly attracted. "Widia, you're very good." I raise it while swinging it in the air. Both of my eyes were stunned without a blink.
"Eh! Widia, is your dad good at painting?" I want to know more deeply.
"Mmmm!" Widia placed her index finger on her chin while thinking of remembering it. "I never asked," Widia replied directly.
Hearing that answer I immediately pursed my pale lips and closed them tightly. My sweet pale face looks wistfully. The small hand continued the next carving.
Seeing Widia's picture my heart immediately shrunk. The self-confidence that was built with optimism has now become pessimistic.
"Color the picture you made of Widia" I immediately urged her to neutralize my heart.
"What pictures do I make beautiful?" widia asked to hear my answer.
"Yes, your picture is beautiful" I said bluntly as I looked at my picture in disheartening fashion.
I do realize, if you lose the competitiveness of drawing from others because I can not draw and also not good at imagining beautifully. Unlike those who look good, when compared to the pictures I made with them like heaven and earth. That's one of them taking me away from them because I'm no better than them.
From drawing it looks they are so compact with fellow who are good at drawing moreover, about the economic status of the rich children, it will certainly be compact with the rich as well that is what makes me less clear.
"Quick collect your pictures!" my insistence on Widia.
"Later. We collect the same, Liyan," Widia replied.
"I'm still a long time," I said.
"Let me see," Widia asked to see it.
"But it's ready, isn't it?" ask Widia to look at my book.
"My water paint is running out" I said embarrassedly.
"Yes! Let me see." Widia also took one of my watercolors and crossed it out in the picture I made. "Liyan, is there nothing else?" Widia looks at.
"No" I answered briefly.
Not how long I painted it suddenly stopped because my watercolor was completely exhausted. The sadness came back that all the students were ready for their temporary duties, I still looked confused and sad because there was nothing I could do.
"Kids! The value of this picture of yours will be put in the score book because we will soon want to take the exam. So, that's for your added value later." Mrs Damanik spoke in the midst of silence.
A sadness rout was suddenly emanated from the look of my pale face. My lips were closed for a moment. Limp felt my whole body heard the expression of Madam Damanik.
"Widia, what should be collected now?" my many.
"Yes Liyan. 'Kan Ma'am Damanik said that. You don't hear," said Fikri from behind.
The shame filled my pale face. "I heard," I replied, looking down over my half-unfinished drawing.
"I'm afraid, if I misheard," I replied covering up the gnawing embarrassment while bringing my body closer to cover the image I made.
"Come here! Your picture I collected, "pinta Fikri is kind.
"Don't want Liyan!" widia said softly against me. Staring at Fikri with a suspicious face that was witty.
"Liyan don't listen to him" Fikri said. Bring me your book, let me collect it." Fikri woke up from his seat.
"Don't Liyan! It will be the same as me." Widia held my book so I wouldn't hand it to Fikri.
My head is getting dizzy looking at them. "I collect it later anyway," I said.
"Hhhh!" Fikri and Widia's faces were flabbergasted in disbelief. "Not ready?" asked Fikri gawking stopping his steps.
"Yes! Liyan's watercolor has been partially exhausted" Widia said with a soft face.
"Your voice will exist. Love Why is Liyan for a minute?" pinta Fikri with questions Widia must answer immediately.
"My mountain still exists." I immediately told Fikri to calm the mood.
Almost a small meaningless debate took place. Soon I told Fikri I had watercolors. My finger then took it and crossed it in the picture I had finished making though, the scribble did not work. This hand is good at covering everything. It continues to cross following the lines that have been formed.
"Send your own first" I told Fikri to go forward.
"Your sound?" ask Widia.
"Just be there later," I replied looking back at the watercolors.
"We gather together, Liyan," said Widia put down the picture book she was holding.
Widia opened the watercolor and then she helped me paint the picture I had made. Half of my drawing is finally done.
"Finally it's done too" Widia said. "Your sound is done?" Widia asked back.t
"Done?!" ask me while looking at Widia full of question marks. I also saw my picture book. "There's so much more" I said honestly.
"Quickly. Soon the bell will ring," urged Widia to help me.
While from the front of the class, Damanik looks so attentive to us. But one that made me wonder, if Damanik ma'am like this from earlier was watching us, why didn't he rebuke us? my mind was walking around looking for a little oddity.
Or maybe Damanik's mom just held her head up looking at us. I was still thinking about that while continuing the graffiti to finish my drawing. The sound of foreign footsteps could be heard with a bang through our table.
Puk! Puk! Puk!
The voice sounded simple - the sound filled the floor. Spontaneously I turned my head and glanced at him. Meanwhile, my hand still continued to paint my picture that half would be finished.
"They've collected it" I whispered slowly.
"Eat it, hurry." Widia keeps helping me.
"Huh! This was because my watercolors had run out," I muttered looking at my picture softly.
" Have I'll exist" Widia said. Why didn't you wear it from earlier?" Widia looks upset.
"Where am I brave," I said looking at Widia from the tail of my eyes.
"We've been friends for a long time and are like family again" Widia said.
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