The Struggle of a Child
Boiled crab face
I was moved to hear Widia's words. "I know you've been thinking of me like your own brother all along" I said.
"That's you know." Widia kept helping me paint my picture neatly. "Liyan, you're ready for this. Now let's get together!" take Widia immediately.
"Come on! I also can't wait to see the value of this picture of mine" I said.
We walked with a picture book to Damanik. Arriving at the front, precisely at the table of Damanik I and Widia handed me a picture book that I was ready to make.
Good-natured Ms. Damanik she welcomed the two of us with her heart-wrenching smile. Seeing that smile, my tiredness from fatigue enveloped my heart and mind because of a deep sense of inferiority that never happened. The feeling of inferiority that entered this feeling immediately bland left this self without a trace.
Ms. Damanik with an engraved smile looked gentle as well though, her face looked fierce. "Liyan is ready, son?" Gently, Ms. Damanik asked. "The picture you're making is very good. I really like to see it." Bu Damanik's gaze as if stunned by the stale bases that immediately came out filled the quiet room.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied with a smile.
"Who drew it?" Ms. Damanik looked at me and Widia simultaneously.
"We like to draw Mom. So, we drew it." Widia answered him immediately while handing over the book.
"Put it down here!" pinta Bu Damanik pointed at the empty table right in front of him by flicking his index finger.
We both put it down immediately. After that, Widia and I went back to the bench. Before I found my stool, Tania and Ecy again disturbed the peace with her flippant sneer even, sounding often rude and disrespectful.
"Mom, is Liyan ready? Whose picture is the most beautiful, ma'am?" tanya Tania while directing the picture book.
"Where are you drawing?" tanya Bu Damanik looked at Tania and the picture book he was carrying without answering the question Tania asked.
"It's Mom." Tania. "Look forward to having me, right, Mom?!" Tania asked that back she seemed to be hoping for a compliment.
"Yes" replied Ms. Damanik as a teacher.
Nevertheless, Tania's harsh-sounding words to stop my heart beating spontaneously could not change my every wish. Tears sometimes fall and often scream. However, my spirit kept screaming and bracing myself for those who did not like me. In this case, my broken mentality continues to be tested to the point where I survive all this.
As it turns out, the attitude of silence in friends is not all valued well by people who are beside us. Sometimes we have to fight and speak out for justice for ourselves. In other words, pain is not from the end of a long life story.
For that, I still have to endure looking at the straight path with a future that will bring me better.
These two weak legs should be strong walking on gravel and sprawling spines. This weak little body should also remain strong and firm when the big waves come crashing down fiercely. This beautiful eye whose vision is sometimes bright and sometimes dark should also not be defeated by the heat of the sun down to the earth.
The footprints that were imprinted on the floor accompanied the steps towards the bench were firmly bent. Tania's tirade enveloped my entire body in the midst of the happy laughter of some of my friends because their grades were so good and they also received praise from Damanik's mother for their well-drawn creations still sounded whispering.
Rolling laughter from them that is, my friends, at once my smile was knotted sweetly drawn neatly from my pale lips because it felt a heart that could suddenly release all the shackling pain in my mind.
"Eh, Liyan we'll be home soon" Widia whispered quietly.
"Yes." Yeah." I looked up at the sky that had changed from the small classroom window hole.
I saw Widia who walked along with me reflexively follow me with wonder Widia saw the sky as well. Both of his eyes were full of question marks. "Kok, you look up?" widia asked, confused.
"Usually, I see the sun, if he says, we want to go home" I said. "So, every time I see the sun again I know right away, that we're going home." I go back.
"You're smart, yeah! How'd it like?" widia asked inquire.
"Yes, I don't know how to" I replied.
"Then you know where it's from?" tanya is getting curious.
"My father every time he talks about prayer he sees the sun" I replied as it was.
We both continued to follow the foot swing. Cheers from my friend filled half the room. They look so happy and happy because they got a sweet compliment from Damanik's mom.
Such was the joyous cry that came out from each of them. Some people embrace their friends because of their happiness. Someone turned the picture book and someone threw it slowly up and also to myself. I was so flabbergasted to see my own worth like, like, a hick guy who's just seen something new for the first time that he's never seen. The slightest wink was not moved from the ball of my dear eyes.
I still open it many times to see my unusual value. I myself know how the value of drawing me all this time is, always getting a six or seven is very ugly, when I see it.
But this time it was a lot different, I got a score above seven that is, sometimes eight and sometimes nine, Wow! It was enough to take away all my sorrows and cure all my illnesses. A rarely seen smile is now sweetly knotted.
"Dad, Liyan!" said Fikri teasing me with a joke. "Get good value." Fikri teased me again. "Live a smile, usually never a smile." Fikri looked at me wittyly with her eyebrows rising up slightly, when I saw her from the tail of my eyes. "It's a smile." Fikri kept going from behind making me blush in embarrassment.
"For a long time not good at drawing. Today she's clever" Widia chirped at me with a funny glance as she cast a glance towards Fikri.
"Didn't you?!" Fikri spoke again while entering his stool.
Meanwhile, Widia and I had first entered our bench and placed the book we were carrying on the table. My boiled crab face is still seen confirming what Fikri and Widia said.
"Ciee, he put the book on the table." Widia's happy to embarrass me.
"Okay," I said briefly.
"Ah, that's right," said Fikri from behind.
"Entar lied!" rasyd's explosive teased me. "If you're happy that Liyan doesn't matter. We'll celebrate your pleasure" Rasyd continued back from behind.
"Yes 'ka... ." Suddenly Widia was silent.
"Kids! Our lesson is over. You're all very satisfying, the pictures you've made are all very good. Let alone the image of Fikri," said Ms. Damanik. "Very good. The view is so beautiful."
"Fikri's really good at drawing, Mom. 'And his father is good at painting, Mom, '" Solihin continued.
"That's not all. Liyan also today the picture is good too," said mom Damanik nodding as if he did not believe.
Puk puk! The sound of applause was heard rumbling like welcoming a top star.
"Yes, Mom," Septiani continued with a surprised face after hearing Damanik's mom say the picture I made was good.
"Good ma'am, it means that Liyan is progressing" Pudan said.
"And you're all smart students. None of you are ugly, all good. Today, I'm very happy to fill it into the value book." continued Ms. Damanik with a sparkling face.
How happy my heart is today. Next to me I heard a word of ridicule that insinuated my shortcomings and weaknesses. I also heard a word of praise that flattered me that could turn a wound into a handful of beautiful smiles.
I just kept my head down in shame because of the temptation of a friend who loved me so much. They were so caring and sympathetic towards me that they always stole me out of affection that I was such a lucky friend.
Their love I can't say with words moreover, to reply. It felt, no matter how great a reply I gave it it would not be able to pay for all their kindness and affection. I can't forget it either.
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