The Struggle of a Child
Handing biodata

"Sister, are you ready for the biodies?" asked my sister to scold from behind.

"Already" I replied. "Have you put your plate down?" my many.

"So Brother. But the dirty dishes are a lot of times huh, brother?" ask my sister in surprise.

"Yes, maybe it was that dirty plate from earlier this afternoon. Haven't washed anything yet" I replied.

My brother and I were done with dinner last night. Now it's time for both of us to go to sleep.

"Yes Kak, the dirty dishes are many," added my sister walking hand in hand with me.

"Dad couldn't have been, brother, washing the dishes." I looked at my sister while walking.

"Maybe, too, brother," continued my sister. Walked.

Finally, the two of us opened the room curtain and entered. I still see the biodata and read it in my heart. Sitting on the edge of the bed. While my brother who had been riding took the pillows and blankets that covered his body from the cold of the night.

"Sister, is Brother not asleep?" ask sister.

"Yet. Brother still wants to read this biodata," I replied. Sitting behind my sister.

"But it can still be read again, brother," said my sister. "It's already night. Tomorrow Brother is late for school" continued my sister.

"Sister still wants to read it," I replied while looking at the biodata I still hold.

"Absolutely serious. Though 'right, it's just biodata, '" chirped my sister.

"Yes, I still want to read Mom's name. Brother just found out that mother's name is this!" I pointed and stared at the sticky biodata.

"Mother's Name?" ask my sister full of question marks.

"Yes" I replied.

"Mother's name, who?" ask my sister to know.

"Helena," I answered briefly.

"What Brother?" My sister was surprised to hear that. "Helena" said my sister, repeating it. "What a beauty, sis, Mother. Must be a pretty mom?!" continue my brother with full guesses.

"Mmm, I think so. Must be a pretty mom?!" I turned around a little bit to see my sister.

"My father's message used to be that he didn't want to get married, Brother," said my sister slowly, as if she was daydreaming about something about my mother. "...if not trapped by the beloved Mother of the Brother!" my sister chimps in casually.

"St! Don't say that, brother," I whispered banning my sister. "Don't be so knowy. Listen to me later, how?" I turned back to look at my sister, asking.

My sister immediately fell silent a little sorry for what she had said. I was very surprised because my sister was so brave lately to say those words and to this day, I still look at my brother who is unexpected for the words he said.

Actually my sister didn't say that wrong. That my father married our surrogate mother because of a trap. However, as a child and as a Brother, I do not deserve to support my sister to say words that do not reflect kindness and I also have to be able to keep my father's good name in front of our surrogate mother. Although sometimes I really hate the behavior of our mother continued.

"Sorry, brother" replied my sister. "I promise I won't say that again." My sister pulled out her blanket and covered half of her face admitting her mistake. "...but just to be home, sister," my sister's chimpanzee again pisses me off.

"What?!" I was again surprised by both eyes. "You're such a bitch, Ana!" I said slowly holding the tone of voice slightly while biting both molars firmly.

Haha ! My sister immediately laughed while covering her mouth with her blanket so as not to sound again her voice loudly came out.

"You are very brave, Ana... ." My sharp gaze glanced at my sister. "...you're not afraid of anyone, Dik," my chirps shifted and pinched my sister's cheek furiously.

"But, right, sister. I'm not wrong, hahaha!" My sister's laughter filled the ceiling of our room. "Sister, you better save the biodata first, big brother! It will tear" he said, covering his face. "Sister... ." My sister also let out a little head peeking at me from under the blanket. "...if it's torn. You won't want to write it again?!" my sister spoke with complete confidence.

While I who still want to read it have not been willing to keep it in the bag according to my brother's orders still continue to pinch my wise brother's cheeks.

"It won't tear" I stared at the bedside biodata. "...'kan, Brother put it here!" my word.

My sister is increasingly fond of judging. "Submit Brother is. What matters is that I've reminded you." He covered his face with a blanket.

The night is getting late. The joke between me and my brother is over. My sister is sleeping well now. While I'm still staring at the biodata, I don't want to sleep.

My mother's name on it seemed to remind me of my childhood when I was with my mother. I can't remember and know him yet. My mother's name now feels like it's penetrated into the heart. As if I felt my mother was with me now. Sitting here accompanied his daughter who had long missed him. Her soft hand caresses seemed to defend me and accompany my long sleep.

Today my heart feels very happy the presence of a mother who I missed all this time as if present accompany my sleep. The sadness that I had been feeling from being abandoned by him was treated tonight. Half the consciousness immediately woke up after I was tired of long daydreaming considering my mother.

I also keep the sheet of paper that has been written biodata neatly into the bag. I put the bag hanging on the bed and opened it and put the sheet into it.

'It's ready, ' I whispered softly to myself. 'Now I'm going to sleep, ' I said softly as I turned my head to glance at my sister who had been soundly asleep.

After the biodata I saved. I went up to the bed and laid down this tiny body. The head I had dropped on the pillow stared at the ceiling of the room. For a moment I took a look to the side while pulling the blanket, where my sister had been dreaming.

After I saw it so soundly. Not how long did I turn my head to look back at the ceiling of the room while closing both eyes .

What a beautiful early morning. Where, as I used to when I first entered school. I always wake up earlier than my sister. The noise of the malleability of a spoon from the kitchen was heard waking me up straight from sleep. Don't forget I woke up my sister first before I came out of the room. "Ana, Ana, get up," I shouted pulling my sister's blanket slightly. "... It's morning" I said loudly and then left my sister after a while.

My father who as usual is always busy with his routine, namely, cooking breakfast looks busy pacing back and forth alone.

"Dad," call me from behind.

"Assalamualaikum, good morning, Father's son." My father turned his body to look at me. "Go take a shower now, son!" My father turned his body back to finish his cooking.

"Yes Dad," I answered immediately, taking soap and towels. "Dad, but Ana's not awake yet?!" I said turning my head to see my father.

My father immediately turned his head back to see me as if surprised to hear it. "Your sister hasn't woken up?" asked my dad to be surprised.

"Yes, Dad" I replied.

"Why didn't you wake your sister, son?" ask my dad to stop cooking it.

"It's too bad to wake up, Dad," I stepped out.

My father was immediately agitated when he heard what I said and he hurried to force me to wake my sister. "Liyan, it's still this hour" said my father looking at the hanging wall clock.

I was tired of seeing my sister. Turning his body back in and woke him who was still asleep. "Yes, Dad," I replied with a little weight in my heart.

The soap and towel I was holding now I put it back on the ground and the towel came back I hung on the nail that was traced right next to our kitchen door.

"Liyan, wake up, right, your sister right, yeah!" pinta my father with sharp eyes.

"Well, Dad," I replied. Walking vigorously swinging his slightly shunt legs under his yet full consciousness. The room curtain was my attitude. "Ana, get up," I shouted loudly. "Ana, wake up said, Dad. It's morning." I shake my sister's body. "... later we are late," I cried filled half the room.

"No Brother. I'm still going to sleep. It's Sunday, '" my sister whined.

"No Ana. It's not Sunday.that Sunday night." I pulled my sister's arm tightly for her to sit down.

Praaaa!

My sister sat down directly. "Sister, I still want to sleep." My sister wants to drop her body back.

"Let's! Don't sleep anymore." I held my sister's hand firmly.

"... Then I take a day off, brother," said my sister.

I'm getting so excited to see my sister. "... Then you call me Dad." I turned my head and shouted. "Let's... ."

"Yaw! Don't call Dad. I'm scared." My sister immediately pulled over the blanket and got out of bed. "Come Brother. We take a shower now" said my sister pulling my arm.

Finally, my sister and I walked to the well to take a bath. Morning air as usual always feels cold piercing this skin to make these lips complain and can not speak loudly. Accompany this step.

My father who was still busy with breakfast to be prepared did not see us so much and asked many more questions. I who took my sister with me to take a bath only saw my father at a glance.

This morning I started the day better hurry as soon as possible to prepare to go to school.

"Yes, but Ana, I hope you get ready a little today, please" I wish you with full supplication.

"So calm down. I'm ready, all right." My sister immediately stood beside me carrying a bag.

"Then let's have breakfast!" take me. Walked.

"Dad has everything ready." My sister glanced at me.

"Yes. Father today, it seems like cooking village fried rice and omelet to our tribe," I said as I walked. "That's our favorite food every morning" I said with a smile.

"Mmm, Brother's right." My sister kept walking while raising her eyebrows.

The two of us arrived at the breakfast table. Our favorite village fried rice and omelet have been presented with a scent that makes me even hungrier.

"Sir, this is our favorite breakfast," I said again as I swung the plate into the air inhaling its delicious aroma.

"Now we sit there, brother." My sister pointed at the floor we often sat on while eating while taking a glass of milk.

Me and my sister immediately dropped this body sitting down while putting the fried rice and milk. My dad also enjoyed breakfast. This morning my father was not as usual who never had breakfast at home. Likewise with our connecting mother who was not seen by us now has been sitting with us while eating fried rice cooked by my father earlier. My mother was none other than us who brought a glass of milk also beside her.

It's not like usual. Where my mother never liked milk. With my other father. My father who had breakfast with us today sipped a cup of sweet tea that he always drank every morning before leaving for work.

I who was sitting with fried rice in front of me was now finished and woke up wanting to go to school.

"Ana, I think we're going to be late" I said. Girding bag.

"Yes Brother. That's why we have to walk fast," said my brother slowly in my ear turning his body towards my father.

"Hmmm, you're right" I whispered softly in my sister's ear and kissed the back of my father's hand that had been standing at the door.

"Father, Assalamualaikum" said my brother and I. Stepped over.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Be careful, son," replied my father.

We both walked on foot hard. A quarter of the journey I realized instantly. "Ana, Daddy doesn't give us pocket money," I said turning my eyes to the side looking at my sister.

"Yes, yes Brother," continued my sister.

My sister and I met with a glance while swinging this leg quickly. "Maybe Dad's money isn't there" I said.

"Yes, I think so too, brother," said my sister listlessly. "...but I can't no snacks, brother." My sister sadly said it.

"Attent." I reached into the small bag of my bag. "Well, this is for you." I handed over 500 silver to my sister.

My sister also immediately explained. "So here, Brother." My sister was a little shocked to see it. "What can this man buy?" ask my sister pilu.

"Ana, that's enough to buy candy," I said. Staring at my sister then throwing a view looking straight ahead.

All the way through with patience. Finally, we both arrived at the school gate that almost every time we went through to study.

Many children have come. They were very happy and happy this morning. The conclusion of a sweet smile was implied on this face seeing the laughter of cheerful school children.

"Sister, my classroom door has been seen." My sister looked straight ahead.

"Yes, you'll be there soon" I said, looking at my brother from the tail of the eye. Walked.

The sound of children's laughter was getting clearer. The sound of a broomstick dragging the garbage was heard walking to throw the garbage into its place. While other children are looking for their own activities.

Of them there are those who are seen running to chase to fill the time that is still empty. Someone was sitting on the edge of the fence waiting for the bell to ring. There are also those who are still walking while carrying a bag in particular, like myself.

The steps are getting louder I swing. While my sister who was walking with me has now disappeared leaving me first. He has now been seen walking with his friend and no longer carrying his bag I see.

"Liyan," said a child from behind me.

I turned my body back and saw it. "Fikri" I whispered slowly.

"Liyan, is your bio ready?" asked Fikri walking along with me.

"Yes, it's Fikri" I replied.

"I'm ready too" continued Septiani cutting my way.

"Yes because today will be gathered all," Widia replied.

The four of us who were walking while talking had now arrived at the front door of the classroom. I who first entered the classroom did not get a bit of warm treatment from Widia and Septiani. They both still act cold to me. The table I went through was silent and didn't want to see me at all.

"Don't stay in class for long! Soon the bell will ring," cried Rasyd as vice-chairman of the class reminded us.

"Yes" we answered.

I who placed the bag on the bench saw Widia who was acting coldly standing outside right beside her stool. I saw him so nervous as if I was a stranger meeting strangers too.

Teng! Teng! Teng!

The bell rang. As usual we always gather outside precisely in the school field to run the flag ceremony which every Monday is routine except when it rains.

I rushed to run to attend the flag ceremony. In the ranks I still feel the same, like a stranger. My two best friends Widia and Septiani are keeping their distance from me. They don't want to stand next to me like I'm a dangerous virus.

The ceremony that runs with wisdom I hear until it is finished in the midst of the scorching sun stinging this body. I just kept staring straight ahead at the ceremonial attendant who was running the ceremony until it was over.

"The line's disbanded!" yell from the ceremonial bearer.

"Disturb the road!" There was the sound of the ceremonial leader loudly shouting disperse the ranks.

I, along with other friends, turned my body to leave the ceremonial field. Widia and Septiani who looked cold went hand in hand into the classroom. While I who was walking behind them stared at the nanar with a bit of an empty look. The derastic change in attitude of my two best friends is like the incision of this heart-wrenching sharp knife to the point of wanting to shed tears.

"Liyan, please slide a bit of your body," Widia's pinta who walked along with me.

I was shocked to hear it and didn't realize what was happening. I just quietly shifted this body while nodding.

A cool classroom has also been seen entered by several friends first. Those who had put the paper on the reflex table remembered me too.

The bio requested by Ms. Dona is now ready for me to give it to Fikri. I who was sitting on the bench opened the bag and took the biodata from inside the bag.

"Friends! Where will your biodata be collected now. Before Ms. Dona came in," cried Fikri walking while quoting biodata.

"It's Fikri." I handed him.

"The others are here!" pinta Fikri with her strict nature.

After everything is gathered. Ms. Dona was suddenly present at the door of our class. "Kids! Good morning!" said Ms. Dona with a cheerful face.

"Good morning too, ma'am," we replied in unison.

Fikri who had finished collecting everything now directly handed it to Bu Dona.

"Thank you, the children have collected the biodegrad," replied Ms. Dona with a sumringah.

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