The Struggle of a Child
Arrived at Pudan's house

"Will you like to eat oranges?" mrs Rosita asked half-jokingly. Glances Rasyd.

"Haha !" Children's laughter. "Yes, Mom. Rasyd's the one who likes to eat oranges" the other continued.

Miss Rosita immediately turned her eyes away. "Already, now your lesson is coming to an end" said Ms. Rosita. Glanced at the clock in his hand.

We were silent, including my friend who was still writing. Everyone is silent about preparing their respective tasks. The unfinished ones immediately finished the task and gathered it forward before Ms. Rosita left.

"Widia, we'll be testing soon. Do you have a book to study?" many . Storing pencils and buttoning bags.

Widia turned her head immediately . "Already," he answered. "I have a complete book." Widia answered again while her net looked elsewhere.

"Mm!" I said with a small nod.

A classroom full of students - students felt silent for a moment. The roar of children who chat while joking at the back desk in the teaching and learning process without the knowledge of Ms. Rosita has now stopped. They shut up and finished their training.

While Rasyd, Solihin and Fikri still stand as well as Tania and Ecy. They have not received a dispensation from Rosita's mother and their uniforms have been a little mess followed by Solihin's left shoe that has been untied rope.

Teng! Teng! Teng!

Miss Rosita's lesson is finally over. The happy cheers of the children rumbled throughout the classroom. No exception also with Rasyd, Fikri and Solihin who stood. Tania and Ecy immediately smiled as they removed their hands from their ears and lowered their legs.

"Mom Rosita has gone!" yell them with joy.

"Haha !" Solihin laughed and looked at his two friends.

"But we're home soon today" said Fikri happily.

"Why come home?" ask Rasyd.

"Because we're going to have a test tomorrow" Fikri said.

"Deedies?" solihin asked in surprise.

The three of them looked very happy embracing the three. While Tania and Ecy stared at the three of them from behind in pias, interspersed by Ecy who was looking at me sharply.

"Our friends collect money, yeah. To visit Pudan," cried Fikri taking his hat on the table.

"How much for each person?" tanya Septiani looked at Fikri.

For a moment Fikri and his comrades quietly stared at each other, followed by Rasyd shrugging and looking at Solihin.

"We only make two thousand rupiahs per person" said Rasyd staring intently at Fikri and Sholihin.

"That's too much," Tania said objecting.

Hearing Tania's objection, Fikri and her three friends thought.

"How about we just make a heart" I said from my stool.

"Yes, Liyan has a point as well," said Fikri standing in front.

"But if it will be hearty, it must be the one who gave five hundred rupiahs" said Ecy from behind.

Fikri and Rasyd went silent again. They are very face-to-face again, followed by Solihin who sees his pocket money. "I only have this kind of money," said Solihin widened his money.

Fikri saw it too. "How about we make at least one thousand rupiah," said Fikri slowly. Looking at the money of Solihin.

"Yes, at least a thousand, but if the Son of the rich loves him more, yes!" rasyd's word mixed with joking.

Others accept it and some reject it. Especially Tania and Ecy. "Why should the child be rich? Why not just everything?" ask Tania objection.

"Yes, even though 'the son of the rich is not necessarily a lot of snacks," continued Ecy objected also. "...The children of the poor are also many snacks," said Ecy opposed.

Fikri and Rasyd are getting dizzy. They are confused to make a decision. Repeatedly Fikri looked at his other friends, followed by looking at me and Widia as well. The look in his eyes further sharpened the thought of something twirling his hat looking for a way out.

Solihin who squatted while remembering the shoelaces. "Where there are snacks the children of many poor people," he continued directly.

"Yes Solihin was right, I never had a lot of snacks in school" said another.

Silence occurred in the classroom for a while. Classes that are quiet with teachers are increasingly strictly discussing to buy fruit for Pudan. Fikri who ran out of sense was getting quieter. He was getting dizzy seeing half of his opposing friends.

"What's next?" septiani asked as if mocking Fikri.

The fikri who was still tangled stood in front remained silent and thought on. "Why do we make a game?" advice Fikri.

"What game?" aska I want to know.

"The game's a tough road, yeah!" widia pinta. Dismissively.

"It certainly won't be difficult" said Solihin sumringah as if he already knew the type of game.

Her bright face immediately shone, followed by a small nod from me sharpened my hearing and my gaze looked at them.

"Play what, anyway? Tell me dong," urged Septiani to disobey.

The face of Solihin's funny hobby was clearly emblazoned with his witty laugh. "Key-ki... ." Holding his voice laughing. "hihihi!" He also laughed with amusement.

"Huluuu!" The other cheers are upset.

"Solihin if you want to joke, not here!" yell the other loudly.

"If you want to joke there, on tv," attack the other one.

Solihin is getting ugly. The ridiculous turn makes some students hot. No one wants to be quiet. Everything was getting upset to see him. "Solihin don't waste time. We'll go home later" Septiani said.

"I'm tired of hearing your voice up ahead" Tania chirped rudely.

Geck! Geck! Tok !

Solihin who was laughing roared was surprised. "Who is that?" Reflex he's turning his head in panic.

"What are you guys ? How noisy are you?!" Ask uwa the canteen.

"We are in a meeting again, Uwa," replied Solihin berguyon.

"Meet?!" said Uwa the canteen nodded. "Well you think you're somehow? Suddenly his voice came out," he said, turning and leaving.

The grin also accompanied the steps of Uwa the cafeteria that passed. The three of them repeated it again. Solihin hasn't gotten out of his jokes yet. He kept making jokes acting like a comedian.

Fikri and Rasyd were getting sick of seeing it. Their body gestures also increasingly look slanted want to fall to the floor pacing back and forth to see his friend who is half depressed.

"Haha !" Laughter attacked Solihin increasingly. Paper throws also occur in a row attacking him.

"Solihin stop!" yells admonish him. "Let's hear the teacher. You're under the law again" I said in a panic.

"Liyan, we have a good time after a long time of standing," quipped Solihin crisply. Kicking at the paper that was thrown.

"Stop it!" Fikri smothers Solihin slowly.

Solihin immediately stopped suddenly, followed by a crisp Rasyd laugh tickling at Solihin's waist.

"Aghhh!" Solihin brushed aside Fikri's decapitation. That deck also came off. Fikri then laughed as he saw Solihin in pain and was greeted with laughter by Rasyd.

"All my friends are all." Fikri style pretentious acting like a teacher.

"Hoo!" Cheers of all students.

"We'll be home soon" Solihin said, seizing Fikri's hat, quoting money.

"... now hand over your money!" Walked to put hats in front of each of us.

The hat that changed hands that made Fikri flinch had been filled with half-full money. The red hat landed in front of me.

Plaque! I put my money directly, too.

Solihin kept walking carrying the hat with a wooden stretch. The red hat that Solihin was carrying was already full. The pocket money set aside was ready to see Pudan.

Solihin was stunned to see us who were very enthusiastic about raising money to visit Pudan. Fikri and Rasyd then walked up to Solihin who was walking up to them as well.

"How much?" asked Fikri with a small nod. Take the hat from Solihin and count it.

"Calculate it" answered Rasyd telling Fikri.

The three of them counted the money together. Sheet by piece of money they take and arrange it neatly.

"After school, we will stop by to buy fruit" said Fikri holding the money and wearing his hat.

"Who's going to the chairman ?" ask Tania loudly.

"Three of us" Rasyd replied as he looked at the pretentious Tania.

"Those three of you ?" my many.

"If anyone else wants to come, please," continued Fikri offer.

The clock kept turning and the sun was shining more and more stinging to the earth. Fikri, Rasyd and Solihin had prepared to see Pudan. The three of them immediately grabbed the bag and tightened the shoelaces.

"If anyone wants to come, come on!" Fikri again invites while tying shoelaces.

"I'm coming, yeah," I offered. Standing up to see Fikri tying the shoelaces.

"Your father isn't angry, Liyan?" widia asked with a bag half-twisting my body to see me .

I shook my head to give an answer. Solihin immediately said. "If it were so. Now we're off!" Solihin turned around to look at his shoes.

"Come on!" Rasyd swung his hand to walk us.

The door of our class was passed by many people because some want to quickly go home. More and more pressure is happening at the door. Push push even more they do until I want to fall forward. It was fortunate that Fikri reflexes saw it. He pulled my arm from behind.

"Liyan, be careful ! It will not be Pudan we see, but you, "said Septiani scathingly because he wants to fall too.

"We're still a long time away, did we get to Pudan's house?" widia asked with one hand because of the heat.

"I'm also curious if it's still a long time or not, yeah." I kept walking while shining my forehead in sweat.

"Home is soon, really," explained Solihin who reportedly often went to Pudan's house.

Pudan is a child who is a little quiet and kind. So, not all children are willing to be friends with him, let alone talk. Only Solihin who likes to judge Pudan sometimes sit on the bench. Solihin and Pudan they're both my countrymen. So it is not surprising that Solihin knows more about Pudan.

Fikri who was the class leader was not very sensitive to Pudan. He didn't even know that his classmate was sick. When he found out he was a little surprised.

Pudan House that we want to go to soon will arrive. "That's his house." Point at Solihin while glancing at us who are walking behind following him.

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