The Struggle of a Child
Beaten

"Liyan, you'll be brave anytime!" septiani Cibir. Still looking towards my sister's classroom door.

I who was still bent was immediately aghast. "Fikri" I said slowly to myself. Seeing Fikri walking with Rasyd and Solihin headed towards us.

"Septiani don't say that." Widia was sad to hear it. "...Liyan, I'm a kid" he continued. Stared at.

Widia and Septiani continue to sound. I still flinch at Rasyd, Fikri and Solihin. Not so much as the two of them were talking about.

Teng! Teng! Teng!

The bell rang loudly through my ears. The children then ran to take the line in their respective places. As usual on every Monday we do the flag ceremony.

I also ran away quickly leaving Widia and Septiani and took the line where I wanted. Fikri, Rasyd and Solihin stopped their steps while laughing bitterly because they failed to get to us and turned their bodies back to the ceremonial line. I who ran saw the three of them arranged the ranks of my friends increasingly swinging their legs tightly.

"Liyan, watch out for the fall!" reprimand Widia. Stopping a strong move. Shouting from behind reminds me.

"Liyan, if you fall. You didn't take the exam. If you don't come, will you stay in class?!" chirper Septiani looked at me with a mocking face.

I was spontaneously struck and slowed down after hearing Septiani's words. I slowly turned my body to the left. Where the kids line up.

The flag ceremony is held at all times. Now it is ready to start. The teachers had lined up neatly as well as the ceremonial bearer. We and all the disciples have prepared a line and arranged their respective ceremonial forces in order.

Not a single sound was heard. The entire disciple was silent and listened to the ceremonial bearer recite the ceremonial script. Me and all the other friends listened silently with wisdom. None of us whispered. Solihin who every day joked with his humor and also insulted us who again the ceremony now looks very quiet and calm.

I who accidentally saw him was so deeply moved. His face that every day can not be separated from the joke now looks serious listening to the ceremony that is on the run now.

The ceremony that was going on for a little while felt for us. All the students were very hot because the sunlight that was shining today without reducing the speed of the light was blotting us. The sun that clings to the clouds also scorching radiates its bright light.

After a while the sun came down on the earth, we did not feel almost finished. The ceremony was disbanded and all the students were running around loudly laughing with earthy glee. "Horeeee, we're done. Hihihi, hahahaha," Because the ceremony has been dissolved.

I, who followed behind them, was also happy. I who walk also look to the sky while pulling my lips and release all the complaints that are bent with the baby's sneer.

The solitude that accompanied the step did not remove the smile on my face. Although Widia and Septiani's attitude has turned cold. But I still have another friend, my sister. My sister has always been my constant companion under any circumstances. And so is Fikri. He never broke off my friendship, even he still took the time to say hello and ask about my situation.

This is what I see from inside him so I can't tell the truth, let alone show that my friendship with Widia and Septiani has been strained. As long as I can take care of him even though this heart has given up. Tired I definitely feel. But that doesn't make me give up. Again all I did was for the three of them Solihin, Rasyd and Fikri. I must keep a happy smile in the dark cloud.

The real Rasyd is more sensitive. He never questioned it seriously. He thought it was just an illusion. Another case with Solihin who has smelled the estrangement of our friendship. He just reacted calmly and did not immediately think negatively. Moreover, he still had not said it to Fikri.

"Liyan! Widia and Septiani have never walked with you again" said Solihin, who had found out. Walked toward me. "I was astonished! Maybe they don't want to be friends with you anymore... ." Solihin looked at me deeply.

"... how?" tanyakanya. Keep walking to see Rasyd who was weaving his hands greeting him.

I just mutely heard what Solihin said. I saw my feet stepping. "I don't know" I said. "...I don't know, what's my fault?" I told Solihin. Grieve.

"Solihin, you're here." Rasyd swung his right hand on Solihin's shoulder.

I no longer say anything to Solihin because Rasyd has arrived. I just quietly held this pain alone. Solihin who walked by the side with me and chatted together. Now turn the topic of his conversation to Rasyd. I who looked towards them then turned my eyes back to the other direction while pulling my lips knotted sweetly hiding the sadness.

"Where's fikri?" ask Solihin

"Isn't Fikri with you?" asked Rasyd enthusiastically. Walked.

"No" Solihin replied. "I walked with Liyan." Solihin said it back.

"Isn't that Fikri beside you?" rasyd asked in amazement.

I who had walked three steps ahead of them still heard their conversation despite being mixed with the wind blowing.

The open door of the classroom was seen and all the students had been floating by it and then stepped in. "Liyan, you just arrived?" widia asked as if astonished to see me.

"Yes" I replied briefly. Sit on the bench.

"You walked with Solihin. What are you guys talking about?" widia asked inquire.

"We're just talking about Fikri" I replied. I feel relieved that Widia has been willing to talk to me.

"Hahaha, talk about Fikri?!" Septiani laughed a little and asked in surprise. "If I may know how to talk, what?" septiani asked suddenly. Seeing me.

I looked down silently as if Septiani was embarrassing me. I looked towards him who was still standing near Widia. "Widia where's the storybook...?" ask Septiani. "...the one you said earlier," continued Septiani. Look over Widia's desk holding Widia's pencil.

I who saw from the tail of the eye was eager to ask Septiani. What book did he want to borrow from Widia? I got more curious and I then raised my head a little upright even though it looked a little down.

"This," Widia handed over the book.

The right book passing from before my eyes invites my curiosity deeper and deeper. I pretended to look the other way by raising my head straight. Both eyeballs while looking at the book borrowed by Septiani by pretending to look straight at the classroom wall.

"I borrowed it, yes!" Septiani. "...but it may be a while," Septiani said truthfully. Look at the book that has reached my hand. "...I returned it." Septiani looked at Widia with a face gurat asking for permission.

"Yes, but don't lose, yeah!" Widia worried about him a little. "... cause I'm afraid of being angry at my mom" he said.

I saw the book called "Five Friends". I was immediately surprised to see it. My eyes immediately stared at the pusar of the book that Septiani was carrying.

"Thank you" said Septiani waltzing with the book he brought.

I instantly realized inside. Indirectly I already feel that Widia no longer considers me as part of their friend. I immediately bowed lethargicly and twisted my body away from Widia's gaze instantly.

"Liyan, you're sick, aren't you?" ask Widia who is pretending.

"No" I replied in a slow tone of voice and a little bit of a surprised and limp heart.

Widia went back to silence and prepared books and equipment to continue the lessons that would arrive. I'm the one who's mentally alienated already. Increasingly squeezing this chest until tears want to immediately breed in the eye pelupuk.

With two teary eyes. I dropped this body while holding back the cry. Today where the day, date and month and year are a historic start for me. Where I first learned that my best friend no longer considers me a part of them.

The book entitled "Five Sekawan" has become a clear answer to everything. A few tears wanted to pour out profusely wetting the cheeks. As much as possible I held him back so that Widia, Fikri and the others did not know about it.

I don't want Fikri and the others to worry about this friendship especially for Solihin who already knows about it. I don't want him to hate Septiani who has managed to destroy this friendship. As much as possible I keep trying to give my best to my other friends. Even though I no longer want to accept it. However, for the sake of friendship as well as for the sake of Fikri who dislikes any disputes between us makes me take care of him the best I can.

Fikri is the one who does not want this friendship to fall apart and go to waste. He hates that so much. Especially if until he finds out this has everything to do with Septiani.

The math lesson we discussed was finished last week. For friends who have not finished it yesterday, Rosita told them to collect it now. Although it can no longer be included in the value book.

"Kids! For those of you who have not yet collected the current task. Please gather now!" pinta bu Rosita firmly.

"Yes, ma'am" replied the other student.

"This mom doesn't get any more grades, does she?" asked Tania a little loudly.

"No," Miss Rosita replied firmly.

"Why don't you go in, ma'am?" asked Ecy disappointedly.

"... because you didn't collect on time" Ms. Rosita said.

"Have Liyan, Mom!" Tania's lyrics were hateful. "...the task she always goes into the value book" Tania slyly chirped.

"His name is Liyan, collect it on time" Ms. Rosita said firmly. Check out other children's books. "For those who have not collected. Please collect it now," Bu Rosita's pinta returned with great emphasis. "...and one more. Don't forget to do it in the PR book." Miss Rosita came back to see the book after seeing us.

"Yes, Mom. We already made it in the PR book," replied another friend.

"All right." Ms. Rosita immediately replied spontaneously.

The math textbooks and practice books already located were waiting for the order to be opened and written.

"Ficily!" call Miss Rosita from the front of the class.

"Yes, ma'am" replied Fikri.

"Why is your friend's bench in the back empty?" ask Miss Rosita. Raise your head looking at Fikri and then look at the bench. "Who's sitting there?" ask Miss Rosita to know.

"Si Pudan Ma'am," answered Rasyd cutting straight from the back desk.

"The pudan?" ms. Rosita asked by widening both eyes and turning her head to find out by looking around the room as if she was looking for our friend named Pudan. Did he come in or not ? Or did he move the bench or not ? Bu Rosita immediately took a breath because he did not find the Pudan.

"If you may know... ." Miss Rosita looked at Fikri. "...Pudan where?" ask Miss Rosita to know.

"Si Pudan is sick, Mom," Ecy replied directly.

"What pain?" ask Ms. Rosita while checking and assigning value to each of my friends' duties.

"We don't know, ma'am," answered my friend in unison. While I was just silent like a child who lost his spirit.

I felt weak as a result of seeing the storybook borrowed by Septiani.

"How long has Pudan been sick?" ask Miss Rosita more and more curious. Stopped his hand holding the pen. Uphold the head looking at Fikri.

"It's been a week, ma'am," Solihin replied.

"Why don't you guys look up, son?" mrs Rosita asked in a soft tone of voice. Saw Solihin and glimpsed me too.

I'm the one who met with a look at Ms. Rosita too . "Forgot Mom," I replied quietly with another friend.

The sick state of Pudan seemed to remind me of my illness two months ago. Where the disease was so deadly when it struck me that I had no spirit to live anymore.

"Mom, but we don't know where Pudan's house is" one of my friends shouted.

Sontak Bu Rosita was surprised. "You don't know his house ?" asked Bu Rosita with a gawking face.

"Yes Mom. We rarely go to his house" Solihin joked.

"Haha !" We laughed too. I was the one who was daydreaming considering my old illness. Reflexes opened both of my lips thinly.

Solihin who chatted casually invited the laughter of all students and Miss Rosita also laughed to hear it. "Solihin why don't you go to his house ?" mrs Rosita asked back to Solihin.

"We have no money, ma'am" Solihin replied. Looking towards Bu Rosita while looking at the pencil she was swinging half in the air right near her face. Pulling his lips thinly.

"You can raise money" Ms. Rosita said. Look at the book that has been ready in value and arrange it neatly on the right right right on the edge of the table.

"Haha !" Laughter of all students.

"Now don't laugh anymore. Open your book to the next page," Ms. Rosita ordered. "...There you see multiplication, right?" said Ms. Rosita with great emphasis asked back to us.

Me and the others also saw the book according to what Miss Rosita told us. Multiplications are the ingredients for the task we will be working on today. So hard to see. Where the multiplication I just got to know made my way of thinking for a moment.

"Children look at the board!" exclaim Miss Rosita with spirit. He stood up to explain while writing and spelling out it so we could understand this new lesson.

I then immediately looked at the blackboard as requested by Ms. Rosita. The other friends also looked in an orderly and silent manner. Miss Rosita who explained it increasingly looks excited. He was so good at explaining until we understood.

"Do you understand?" ask Rosita loudly. Standing in front of the blackboard while turning the body stood straight right in front of us.

"Mom, we understand. But do not know with Solihin," said another.

"Yes Mom. Solihin from earlier did not seriously pay attention to Mother," Tania cetus straightforwardly.

"Is that really Solihin? You don't understand yet ?" ask Ms. Rosita to investigate.

"Long Ma'am," looked Solihin directly with a face that looks insistent.

"What lie? I was right," Tania attacked with a displeased face.

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