The Struggle of a Child
Mornings
I'm getting ready to go to school. All I have prepared starting from clothes, shoes, books that I have arranged in the bag neatly.
My habits before school. I had breakfast first.
My father finished serving all the food on the table. Before he went pulling a pedicab.
Meanwhile, my mother, too, was getting ready for work.
My father, even though he pulled the rickshaw he actually, didn't want my mom to work. But, because he was too stubborn. With a heavy heart my father allowed it.
My mother, too, has been working and living independently for a long time. Ever since she lived with her husband who used to live with her.
He who works hard slams the bones to meet the needs of his children.
Ever since she married my father. His life was lifted up a little.Nobody looked at him one eye.
Another one with my spoiled and jutek sister. After he woke up and had breakfast he went to play.
My contact mother often forbade him. Not playing in the morning. However, my sister did not listen to him.
Every day they fight.My sister, her temper is stubborn.
"Liyan, this is your pocket money! Have you had breakfast, son?" Ask my dad while taking money from his wallet.
"It's Dad, it's already!"I took the pocket money and put it in my school skirt pocket.
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After that I say goodbye.
"Liyan!"Call my friend from behind.
Hearing the call, I stopped and looked back.
"Yes."Stand up while holding the strap of the bag I carry.
"Wait me! We go together!"
He ran after me.
After, he came to me. Both of us walked along while talking.
"Liyan, you took the package book, didn't you?"
Heard my friend's question. I just kept quiet and pulled my lips.
"No."
"Why? Do all the kids in the class take it? Didn't you get the book?"Ask with a plain face.
"I'm afraid, my father has no money!"I answered with a bow.
"Fearful? Can you get a prick?"Why are you afraid?"
"She, don't you worry about not paying my dad?!"My voice was so slow with a sad face.
My friend was silent and didn't have many more questions.
We continued the school trip along a long road.Every day we went and went home from school on foot.
But it's not for my friend. My friend was occasionally escorted by his father in a motorized rickshaw.
If I had never been escorted by my father because my father's paddle pedicab was parked at his friend's house far from our house.
On the way, my friend and I looked around the road we were on.
"Liyan, how much money do you have?"Ask him after seeing the merchant selling food on the side of the road.
"I don't know!"
"Why don't you know? Let's see, why did your dad give you the pocket money?"
While reaching into my school skirt bag.
"This kiss!"I showed the coins to my friend.
"One, two!"I also counted the coins on my palm.
"Your pocket money is just two hundred silver, is it?!"
"When how much do you love your father?"Ask me back.
"Awhile, I see."
We counted the pocket money my friend received from his father.
"Four hundred rupiah."
"A lot of ya?"
My friend is none other than Widia. He nodded his head in response.
My father couldn't give me a lot of pocket money because he had to split his finances.
After a long walk. It did not feel we had reached the school gate.From the gate I looked straight ahead which was none other than my classroom.
It was time to enter the class and study.
Meanwhile, Widia walked far ahead of me in a hurry.She was always like that because she was afraid of missing class.
Another with my mother!
If I go to school in the morning. My mom and I work in people's homes as a janitor.
Before he went to work. He also took the time to speak a word, two words to me. Although, just to say, what time will school come home?
Besides, he also asked. Have you had breakfast or not? If he finds out I haven't had breakfast yet, he'll make me breakfast too.
Sometimes he too, says!
"Liyan, before going to school do not forget to eat breakfast first! You'll be sick."
Meanwhile, my spoiled sister. In the morning his activities do not exist because he has not been to school.Yes, sometimes his activities come with my father to make a living.My father likes to bring him because if he is brought never fussy.
If my sister doesn't come with my dad. Then who's my sister's friend at home? Meanwhile, we all have activities.
Ever was one day. My sister didn't come with my father.Said my father, "she's not calm, my brother's thoughts continue."If, my father can't bring my sister. He must have put her in my aunt's house.
In the morning everyone does their own activities.My father always prepares provisions for us. Starting from filling our bath bucket, cooking our breakfast and also washing the dishes.
For my contact mother. Every morning he was never bothered by my father in the kitchen. My father happily handled everything himself.
Every three o'clock in the morning. My father woke up, to do everything himself including washing clothes.
Sometimes, my contact mother felt sorry to see him and wanted to offer to help him. However, it was rejected by my father because my father was afraid he would get sick later. My father, too, did not want to burden him because the most was his son's clothes not his clothes. My father also realized that he could not be happy with the material like a queen.
After you finish washing clothes. My father continued the others. Before that, he first prayed tahajjud. He never left his evening prayers.
The one who was most happy to accompany my father to wash was my mother.
He also sometimes helped my father by force.If my father refused he must be angry. Not often the impact on us. But he never hit us that he did just one put a sour face on us.
My father who knew it was angry with him.
"I don't like it when you do that to my son! That forbid you, I have nothing to do with them."
Heard my father's words. He changed his face towards us.
"Who would do that to your children?"He curtly said that to my father while looking at my father.
"Let's just see you staring at my son with ***!"
My father no longer continued his words. He immediately shut up and took a deep breath.
Every morning our house is always crowded with guests. There was a loud one who laughed.
The noisier ones sometimes are my Mom and Dad and the one who laughs at me and my sister.
Seriate....