The Struggle of a Child
Contract house bills
My heart was so happy to hear Damanik's words just now. How happy and joyful is my heart. I really want to jump high. Flying out into beautiful space to see the vast earth. With the stars in the sky, I showed them that I could.
"Later, if we go home. Wait for me yes," I asked Widia.
Widia reflexively looked at me while pulling her lips as if she was laughing at my fear during the day. "You're scared too, huh? Free your body is fat but still afraid. It was noon anyway," led Widia with an adorable tone of voice.
After hearing that, I was immediately embarrassed and sad. He looked down and immediately saw my feet that were still wearing slightly dull black shoes.
We who have finished delivering the picture book have now arrived at the table and we each arrange the school equipment into a bag. "I'm not afraid. But I dare not walk alone," I replied as I stuffed the book into the bag.
"Go it yourself ?!" Widia was shocked to hear it. "What a difference Liyan makes. Afraid of going it alone?" widia asked me more and more to find an excuse. "Haha !" Laughing with a funny hold. "You're so funny."
I just shut up and look at Widia. "Home home" I replied.
"Homeone?" Widia asked while thinking. "I don't understand. Why are you going home?" Widia asked while keeping the equipment into the bag.
"Widia, you know, if I'm afraid to go home alone from that street," I whined to Widia.
"Near the strange Indian house?!" Widia.
"Yes" I replied.
"Every day I pass by, he never bothers me. Did you ever make him angry?!" Widia is getting curious.
"I don't know. I'm just passing by" I replied while locking my backpack.
Teng! Teng ! Teng! The bell home sounded.
"Are all the kids ready?" ask Damanik ma'am to all students while continuing to fill grades.
"Mom, I'm just gonna paint a little more. The tile remains, Mom," Ecy shouted in haste.
"Buuu, if I live in his house with his window, ma'am," another student shouted.
"Mom doesn't want to know. The clock has arrived. Hurry up you guys gather, ready not to collect now, let's hurry!" exclaims mom Damanik yells with his bat log. "What time are we in this school. I'm hungry" Damanik continued loudly.
"Alah Buuu, no la later our grades," cried another student.
"Who told you to take long. I told you to draw this new drawing you're working on. Your match." Ms. Damanik was a little annoyed at the voice of her spoiled student. "Don't spoil your time."
I who sat on my stool listened to him. The class I was sitting in now sounded like, the market was caused by the cries of students who were downright telling to delay the clock home because their picture was not finished.
"Mom, wait a minute" whined my friend.
"My job is much more. Until wherever you do I will still put the value," said Ms. Damanik with widened eyes.
"The value must be bad, ma'am" another continued.
"Yes, that. How much do you want, how much do you get?" ask Damanik.
"Eight and nine la, ma'am," replied Pudan.
"The picture you made was good the other time? tanya ma'am Damanik still with his bat accent.
"Mom, it's Mum." Ecy immediately handed over the image he had painted.
"Put it down here" said Damanik, flicking his index finger on the table gesturing.
"Mom, Mom, Mom! This is again Mom." Some of the other children gave up their duties.
Ms. Damanik who had been preparing to go home was forced to wait for a moment for those who still wanted to deliver their duties to the front. "Hurry, Son! Hurry along! I want to cook again at home" Damanik said.
"Yes, yes!" They finally ran to give up their finished picture.
"Chairman, prepare your friends and pray." Mrs Damanik shouted.
"To the Mother teacher. Respectful motion, upright motion," cried Fikri lowered his head and raised his head. The hand that was folded neatly on the table was still folded. We also follow what Fikri example. "Do, it's starting." Fikri and all of us then did a prayer.
After shaking hands, I walked out of the classroom and arrived home. Arriving in front of the house, I saw the figure of a tall strapping man standing right in front of our house. The man seemed to be speaking in an impolite tone of voice.
I also stepped slowly towards our house which was none other than her standing there. Over time I began to hear a little of their conversation.
"Can't be like that. This house has long wanted me to pull from you" said the figure of the man loudly and eeriely.
"Yes Sir. I can only pay now because the money is not on my wife" said the man standing right in front of the stranger. After I got a little closer and looked from the side, I was shocked and trembling to see my father so stiffly explaining in a bitter tone of voice.
"I should have, you just handed it over. I've been to this house twice!" the attack is getting sharper.
"I'm sorry for the delay in handing over the money to you. Because I just got home this afternoon. And also some of the money yesterday I used for my son's school fees." My father came back to explain to him so he could understand.
"You should have said it first. Or you tell your wife to call her home," she's getting louder.
"My wife doesn't know anything about this, sir," my father continued.
My father's tired face looked so shaky. He could no longer hold his head up to look straight ahead. Now all he could do was bow down as a helpless person.
From a distance a little far behind, I saw my father so downcast as a weakling who was helpless at all. Instantly the loud noise made me weak and sad that was deep because I saw my very sad father bowed with shame.
As a weak person I was so concerned to see what had happened. Fear immediately surrounded in full. The loud noise coming out made me want to hide and run to a faraway place.
That man still scolded my father to a great extent. He didn't make room for my father.
"To the future, I want you to hand over the money not to be like this again," he hoped with a sour face.
"Okay, sir," answered my father who stood there.
"Always a lot of your reasons." The man immediately counted the money. "Listen, tomorrow-tomorrow must not be late. Usually, you give up the money in the morning. It's even noon." The owner of the house left immediately.
Under the tucked tree, I was still standing staring at my fixated father as if screaming. His tired old face was bowed with grief. His steps were weakly drooping. There was no visible spirit within him at the moment. Only the silence he felt.
I immediately ventured out of hiding, entering the house that had been deserted from the commotion. I slowly opened my shoes and took off my socks. The bag I was holding took off and I put it on the floor by the door.
After that incident, the house I entered was so uncomfortable again and the spirit was lost with the grief that came.
However, I hid as much as possible the fear that I felt from my father so that he would not worry more and so that his anxiety would decrease.
I was still standing in front of the door though, I had opened my shoes and put down my bag. I don't want to see my father's grief.
My father was seen alone in the house without a wife accompanying him. He looked so fierce to withstand the blow alone there was no place for him to lean back like an ordinary human.
"Assalamualaik." I walked into my room.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." My father answered my greetings.
"Liyan, are you home?" ask my father from far away.
"It's Dad" I replied.
"How's sister? Has he come home too?" My father continued the question.
I was immediately confused after hearing my father's question. My mind went back to work remembering my sister.
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