The Struggle of a Child
The story today
"Widia, you're still mad at me" I said. I raised my head and looked at Widia.
"Liyan, you better shut up. Don't noise! I don't want to talk to you anymore" Widia replied sharply to me.
"D-yes." I was immediately shocked after hearing it and was frozen as ice.
I was wrong for having Widia talk to me. I thought he had forgotten about the incident and melted his heart for me. But, I was wrong. What I think doesn't fit with reality. The plans I had formed in silence were all inversely proportional and futile.
"Kids, remember, yes! Don't forget tomorrow collect what you tell me. Must collect all. Especially for biodata, love your friend, Rasyd," said Dona.
"Okay, ma'am" we answered in unison.
"So, what's the same Mum Fikri for, Mom? Do we have to fill that too, ma'am?" ask my other friend.
"That doesn't have to be. Who wants to?!" said Ms. Dona continued her work.
The whispering voice of all the students was heard slowly talking filling the void on the sidelines of our activities that were almost going to end.
I who was still staring softly with a blank look now turned my head to look at my friend who pulled his lips cheerfully.
Today's story about me and Widia is so worried for the future. We who had been seen getting along now even become cracked like a mortal enemy.
Teng! Teng! Teng! The bell marked home also rang.
"Friends, that's the sound of the bell coming home" my friend shouted happily.
"Horeeeee! Finally we go home too" said another.
"Yes, quickly compile your book, Liyan. Let's not be late for home" said Fikri from behind.
"Yes Liyan, your father will be angry if you come home late" said Rasyd who had found out.
"He's the golden boy" Widia continued with a flat face without looking at me."His father was always afraid that he was missing." Widia continued while putting the other stationery into the bag.
"Haha!" Fikri and Rasyd chuckled I heard.
"Meaning, it's difficult to invite Liyan to play" said Fikri.
"Yeah! Invite him to play." Widia looks at. "I don't want, if you want, you're the one playing with her" Widia looked at me with disdain.
"Widia, why are you saying that?" my many.
"Emang why?" widia asked back to me. It's up to me. Who do I want to play with" Widia looked at me with hatred.
"It's over?" ask Ms. Dona who has been standing up to go home. "Baby, Rasyd. Please put this book in your closet, yes! Ms. Dona pointed at the book with both eyes while looking at Fikri and Rasyd.
"Yes ma'am" answered the two of them.
I also got ready to carry my bag and approached Ms. Dona shaking hands before leaving the classroom door. I walked like never before that always side by side with Widia. Today I just walked myself a step ahead before Widia. Widia who was walking behind me was so indifferent and not a word came out to rebuke me who was walking in front of her.
Me and him were still silent while Septiani who passed by me was not at all willing to reprimand, even looking at my face she was reluctant. He was so upset because of Fikri's over-attention to me.
Septiani was a little jealous of that. He can't take it. He hated everything about me today.
I again could only sigh long enough to strengthen my patience as I was sure this was just a misunderstanding.
I have a strong belief in my friends that they are only temporarily cold to me. I always instill in myself to think positively about everything that happens to walk straight forward without the slightest hatred.
Hatred is not an attitude I always cultivate. My father never got tired of advising me to be a virtuous child.
I no longer felt the pain of being cuekin by my own best friend because of the scorching heat of the field I was now passing through. This increasingly self-inflating heartache blatantly, momentarily forgot my grievances about the illness that still accompanied my every mute move.
Loneliness has now become my most beautiful friend since the dispute that occurred between me and my two friends. Gontai steps were getting tighter to accompany my journey. The road is filled with the hustle and bustle of passing vehicles that mengisiankan every step that passes the road.
The noise made me close my ears. The blinding body of the road stings to the point of piercing my white skin. Black shoes that are half worth wearing cover this foot from the hot sun that penetrates the skin.
Shout the children from across the street who came home with his friend turning this pale face to look at them. How nice it would be if we went home from school with a friend who loved us. I thought I kept remembering the times I was with Widia.
When we come home together. But now it's the opposite. Memories will only remain memories that when remembered will make laughter and sadness. Now everything has changed because of my mistake of insisting on apologizing to Septiani even though Widia did not agree to it.
This is the beginning of our friendship. At first, we didn't know each other anymore. All have been ravaged. Friendship that was once only a small quarrel and never the slightest intention there flashed to prolong is now only a memory and a dream.
Friendship that can always respond to every problem is now only a pseudo dream that stops. It's all gone now. All had been charred burning with envy.
The attention of one of my friends who I don't think is so important is ruining everything. It turned out that I just realized that I did not deserve the attention of anyone because in this case attention is a real enemy to me.
Not just from my best friend, not even from my sister. Every time my father paid attention to me, my sister always had a dirty face on me.
However, my sister never made that backfire in our relationship as sisters. But I still knew the change of my brother's face suddenly silent.
My steps were getting louder I swung so that I would arrive and leave the scorching sun.
"Yeah! Waita!" a woman from behind called out to me.
In the midst of the blazing sun that dazzled the eyes. I turned my head straight back to see it. "Ana, Andrini," I muttered.
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