The Struggle of a Child
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"Septiani, what's wrong with you, huh?" ask Widia. Why are you venting your frustration on, Liyan?" Widia asked Septiani.
"I'm not like that! Why are you accusing me ?" septiani asked unhappily.
"That was the proof. Why are you yelling and shaking hands, Liyan?" Widia asked in annoyance.
"Widia, I just let go of her hand. Liyan held me too firmly, my hand hurt," Widia continued.
"That's your reason!" look at Widia while walking. Where could Liyan's grip hurt. Liyan, holding it isn't very strong." Widia stared cynically at Septiani until she entered the line.
"As you are! The important thing is I didn't do that to, Liyan." Septiani turned her face away.
In the middle of the bell that rang until it reached the ranks of Widia and Septiani are still fighting. This feud that happened, it was all because of me who was too noticed by Fikri. Septiani was a little envious to see it because when viewed from his relationship with Fikri not so well. They always fight, even in the smallest of things.
It's not like I look okay. My relationship with Fikri did not really get along. We also fought because of trivial problems. However, I who had been reminded by my father should not quarrel outside did not exaggerate too much the matter that happened with Fikri.
As my father's son who earned his upbringing and example in our family, I became an easy child to forgive and apologize. This is what makes me and Fikri and my other friends happy to be friends with me except Tania and Ecy who did not like me from the beginning because of different social circumstances.
I who was born from a poor family made myself among my friends keep my distance from others, especially the two of them. Those who are not worth me stay away, not even infrequently they also insult and reproach.
This is nothing new to me. I've come face to face with this kind of treatment at home. My father, who was only a pedicab carrier, was often ostracized in his neighborhood. Even so, my father remained strong and wise.
I who see it directly sometimes sad to see my father who is in the eye. My father was my inspiration to be a strong boy.
Therefore, I cannot be an evil child, let alone be vengeful to those who have hurt me. That's an act of no praise. As ordinary people, we never escape problems with friends.
Everyone should be a good example for themselves, others and especially my own brother.
After I found out that Septiani hates me. My heart was so sad and uncomfortable. Septiani's behavior this morning made me realize that I was the scissors that separated the two friends.
Widia who dislikes Septiani now makes me a mean-looking child in the face of my own best friend and forbids me from apologizing to Septiani.
I got dizzy with him. I don't know who to follow now. Therefore, I stood still in my own line. I lowered my head and also looked straight at Fikri who issued a warning to disperse our ranks.
"To Mother teacher, respect the motion, upright motion!" Fikri swiftly prepared it without the slightest problem approaching.
He looked calm and resolute standing in front of the class.
While me who looks to stand upright still grapple with the events I face. I kept weighing in this little heart. Did I follow Widia or my father?
My father always taught me to be a forgiving child and an apologetic child. This is what accompanied me in this line that made me mute.
Instantly, I heard the screams of Fikri disperse the line.
"Disturb the road!" Fikri stood up to disperse my line and Widia first.
"Liyan, let's hurry, come in!" Widia cooking pulls my arm.
"Widia, wait a minute. I'll wait for Septiani here!" I took my hand off Widia.
"What?" Widia was aghast and gawked at me. "You want to wait for Septiani here!" Widia repeated my words with great emphasis.
"Yes" I answered without thinking.
"Liyans. He's been mean to you. You know what he did, right?" Widia looked at me sharply.
"No Widia. I don't want to... ". Suddenly I didn't continue what I wanted to say. "Septiani.., Septiani.., wait!" I chased.
"Seeptiani I'm sorry, yeah! Because because of me your hands hurt." I looked at Septiani who did not want to see my face.
"Septiani, you heard I didn't!" I said while walking beside him.
"Liyan, you don't need to apologize to Septiani," Widia's reprimand forbade me while following me from behind.
However, I continued walking beside Septiani. "Septiani, you ... ." I stared silently at myself because Septiani hated me so much and left me.
"Liyan, stop!" said Widia standing behind me. "Here, don't apologize to her anymore." Widia looked at me softly while pulling me to walk to the bench. "She won't forgive you" Widia said.
"But, we're friends" I said seeing Widia. My father said, I can't fight with anyone outside." I innocently said. "Widia, if my father finds out, if I fight outside, my father will punish me." I explained.
"But this time, didn't your father know. Anyway, why are you apologizing wrong, Septiani not you, Liya!" Widia happily said it. "And our friend is not just him," Widia said tightly so that I would follow what she said.
"But, the six of us are friends, Widia." I stared at the Septiani bench away from me.
"Liyan, it does not matter, if now we are friends with only five" said Widia.
"No! I'll keep apologizing to Septiani. Because he was angry because of me," I said to refuse Widia's words.
The school bench I was sitting on was empty because our friendship had begun to crack. Netraku just kept staring straight ahead blankly. Septiani's voice sounded as if she had forgotten me and our friendship.
His laughter was so crisp that it sounded with Solihin and the others. While Widia was insisting on forbidding me to apologize to Septiani.
"Liyan, remember, yes! Don't ever apologize to Septiani." Widia kept saying it. "We have many other friends. Missing Septiani, must have come a new friend?!" Widia looked straight up grinning forward. "How's Liyan, you agree?" ask Widia.
"No!" replied Fikri from behind.
"What's? Fik... ." Widia stopped.
"Assalamualaikum Children!" Dona came in and sat down.
Widia immediately turned her body staring straight at Bu Dona. "Wa'alaikumussalam, ma'am." We also answered the greetings of Ms. Dona in unison.
"Ficily!" call Miss Dona.
"Yes ma'am" replied Fikri.
"Is there a job for us?" ask Ms. Dona while opening the bag.
"No ma'am" replied Fikri.
"Alright, Son. Now let's continue the next lesson." Dona opened the book.
"Children complete a recent connection task. No one is noisy!" said Miss Dona firmly.
Ms. Dona's lesson returned to reassure my grieving heart. Exercises that drain my brain into thinking make me forget for a moment the problems that occur.
My heart and mind are getting messed up. I feel like a pair of scissors between two best friends.
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