The Struggle of a Child
Inside the House

"Where?" manya curious.

"That's Liyan!" rasyd said pointing to a house that was visible in front of us.

I was so moved to mix sadly that simple, board-walled house was just like our house. I also walked sharpen the vision to look at the house, followed my friends step foot with a little doubt that this house is the house of Pudan. Pudan who looks quiet at school turns out his life like this. I am very sympathetic to see him because his life is not much different from mine. I think he's the son of a rich man seen from his looks. Although she was quiet she was always remembered by her friends.

Fikri who was driving the way looked at us backwards. " You guys don't make noise, yeah!" pinta Fikri turned back to the front.

"Calm down, Fikri. We will not make a fuss" replied Solihin who continued to walk aside.

"Where might we be making a fuss. That would be disrespectful" Widia said.

"At the same time we're guests" I'm holding both straps of my bag.

Fikri, Widia and the others nodded in affirmation. We continued walking in the middle of the road half muddled by the rain. Pudan House is very simple but so soothing when seen from the outside. The atmosphere of a cool environment and quite far from the market crowd is very rejuvenating to the ears. No sound of noise. There was only the sound of birds chirping in the morning and in the afternoon, probably, like that when I saw a lot of lush trees and birds alighting and flying.

"Assalamualaikum," said Fikri, followed by us alternately because the door of the house was not yet open.

"Wa'alaikumussalam" The door opened. The soft face greeted us warmly. "Where are you from, son?" tanyakanya. Standing up gave a smile.

Me and Fikri were standing in front. "We're Pudan's friends, ma'am," I replied directly. Giving smile.

"Pudan's Theme?" he asked happily a little surprised.

"Yes, Mom. We're her classmates," Widia replied, following my nod.

"Ooh, come on, son please come in!" Pudan's mother also let us in to open the door wide.

I felt something different when we entered Pudan's house. A beautiful house, simple and neat. This simple house is like a house in a fairy tale where every street has flowers that bloom and are beautiful. Not far away from our home. Where there are flower trees and lush water guava trees. In the house Pudan there are also two rooms just like our house and there is also a living room and there is a chair. The long chair with soft foam was very comfortable to sit on unlike our house which only had a wooden bench.

I walked in and felt something different. A line of smile was now scratched and made a slightly restrained radiant face. This chair reminds me of our bench. A line of sadness was clearly displayed that I tried to cover up for a moment.

The kind and unpretentious parents of Pudan welcomed us happily. A smile was immediately splashed on his shady face.

Me and the others sat down. I, Widia, Solihin, Rasyd and Fikri also sat cross-legged politely staring at each other. I who was sitting next to Widia looked around the room of Pudan's house. The wide eyeball was open to see the contents of his house which was slightly similar to my house.

Large wardrobe located in the living room was the same, like our closet. Standing firmly in a room half as large as our house. A trace of the shadow of our closet also flashed now in the eye.

A small closet that just enough to store a few clothes that is, my clothes and my sister's clothes still cross my imagination. I was still awake from my clear eyes staring around the house. Starting from the door we entered to the kitchen and back again to the door of the room that is none other than I think it is Pudan's room. The clear eyeball stopped suddenly at one point. Where Mama Pudan brought drinks.

"Son, drink this drink first!" said the middle-aged woman. Take a glass filled with water and put it in front of us one by one. "Mother will wake Pudan for a while," he said gently.

"Mom, thank you very much" said Fikri nodding politely, followed by me and the others as well. Seeing Mother Pudan serving drinks in front of him.

Pudan's mother simply threw a warm smile back at him. After the drink was served all he then got up from half his seat and walked to the kitchen put the talam and entered Pudan's room.

We enjoyed the drink he had provided and told stories quietly while laughing happily at each other.

It's a pity that today we are incomplete because Septiani did not come with us to visit Pudan. I stopped half the water I wanted to gulp looking at the pus to the side Widia remembered Septiani for seeing them happy while burrowing my lips into the mouth of the glass looking at Fikri and the others joking and laughing, waiting for Pudan and his mother.

The laughing Widia put down her glass and looked at me. "But.., when Liyan was sick. None of us came to see her" Widia said, recalling a sip of water.

"It's not that we don't want to" Solihin said.

"But, Liyan has been to rush into school" said Fikri directly. Take a quick look at me and see Widia.

I immediately remembered seeing them. I remember a time when I was at a point. The dark time while looking at the drinking water from the glass that buried my lips with haru mingled softly. The time when I was stiffened by illness and didn't go to school for months. Until I was confused what to do. As long as I lay in agony, I decided to quit school without my father's knowledge.

Widia's speech today reminds me of past events that make me more silent to remember it. The conversation was getting more and more loud. I close my ears that hear it.

I kept on pretending to drink until the water ran out so that it was as if they were sure I didn't take it. "Hahaha, Liyan," said Solihin shaking his head. "I can't believe you're cured and you're in school" Fikri continued. Sipped drink.

Agree Fikri if you see from the condition of Pudan who lay sick today. "If Liyan hasn't been to school. We must have seen him" said Rasyd. Sitting hugging her bag, next to her hand pulled her collar over her neck.

"Maybe we'll bring an orange if we can buy it, hahaha" chattered Fikri laughing looking at the envelope that located him on the table.

They continued to tell stories followed by my eyeballs that revolved looking at their lips that told a story while laughing occasionally in the middle of me who was still shackled in the memory of my pain accompanied by eyes that looked in the direction pudan room door. Mother Pudan until now has not come out. I got more curious and kept my eyes sharpened. Then return it back to Fikri and the others.

"Why was Pudan's mother so long?" I whispered to the door of the room. Holding my glass.

They were silent and looked at the door of the room I had seen. "Yes," Widia answered widening her eyes as if asking.

We who feel anxious, bow down in agitation. Especially me who has been agitated at the thought of my father. What if he gets home first. My clear eyes also widened and narrowed to the rhythm of a heartbeat.

The kreeek!

I immediately gasped to hear the others as well. Pudan's mother is seen coming out of the room with Pudan. My heart was so relieved when the anxiety paid off. The sincere Sumringah was directly visible on my face.

Now her mother Pudan was walking almost near us with Pudan who looks just woke up. "Sorry, Son! Pudan just woke up," said his mother smiled shyly. "It's hard to wake up." Her mother sat next to Pudan with us .

Fikri who was the class leader also spoke. "Mom, we visited Pudan because he had not been in school for a long time" he said.

Followed by Rasyd. "Yes, Mom. 'I'll have a test soon." Rasyd immediately looked at Pudan and his mother.

Pudan who looked limp immediately said. "I haven't been able to get into school yet" he said.

Fikri nodded as well. Followed by us who saw Pudan and his mother. They both got excited to see our attention. Although a little late. Pudan and his mother also look loving to each other which makes me a little jealous when I see it. His mother loved him so much that his life was perfect. I imagined my mother.

"Then we say goodbye, ma'am," said Fikri hurried to hand over the envelope.

"Be careful, my boy!" Pudan's mother woke up from her seat, followed by Pudan as well.

Puk!

I was shocked and woke up from the daydream. Rushing I immediately stood up after seeing Widia standing on the side patting and pulling my arm all of a sudden.

"Pudan, then I say goodbye first, yes," I said bowing my head. Take the bag that is beside me.

"Yes, be careful, Liyan!" said Pudan to take us to the front door.

We say goodbye and kiss the back of Pudan's mother's hand. "Assalamualaikum, ma'am," replied Fikri who was always polite when together and met anyone including people older than him.

Sometimes I wonder also to see the ever-changing Fikri. Sometimes polite and fun, sometimes annoying and make me upset including others.

I who was walking behind Fikri followed him stared at his back which was carrying a black bag that was quite heavy.

"Fikri, what book did you bring?" I asked to see the bag in the cage slightly swollen.

Fikri immediately stopped as if he was surprised to hear my question. His wide eyes looked at me until it made me feel guilty.

"I just brought a textbook," he replied, looking straight ahead as Rasyd walked beside him.

Widia and I who parted ways laughed, respectively. Widia who laughs at Solihin and Rasyd jokes are occasionally seen chiming Solihin to create a bright laugh on Widia's face and the two of them. While I who was left behind along with Fikri only said a little and occasionally I saw my legs and shadows that followed tirelessly. I who was suddenly ignorant stepped on it while running small because the shadow I wanted to step on dodged. He seemed afraid that if I stepped on him he might get sick, I thought laughing amusedly.

Hihah! An amused laugh also coloring the trip to the house. A thin line of smile was still attracted from my thin lips.

The already silent path with the half-shamed sun shining further rejuvenates the stepping foot. The beauty of this friendship increasingly coloring the step of walking the half-silly and muddy road.

I who rarely go out of the house with pranks now even know to do that. The ground that was soaking in the water I rubbed my feet. I'm the fun myself playing mud getting washed away with pleasure. I'm so happy because after all this time I never came out. In addition when I was sick I was restrained at home can not go out to play. Not only that when my father was home, I was very difficult to get out of the house. Added my father who always takes care of me like a king's daughter who should not be tired and scratched in the least. I'm getting cooped up and hysterical. I also cannot play freely out so today is freedom for me. If there is any time off as much as I can use it.

I who was still playing with the water was slightly pooled, looking at Fikri, Widia and the others from the tail of the eyes. The school shoes I was wearing immediately opened for comfort and prevented my father's anger that if he saw them wet he would definitely scold me.

School shoes I also carry with one hand in the middle of a thin smile and a cheerful heart . Even the water that was a little calm in the middle of the road I did not realize splashed about the feet of Fikri and Solihin.

Augh!

I heard a surprised moan in my ear. I was surprised to pull the sweet lips out with a smile. Seeing the legs of Fikri and Solihin stopped. I who was still down came to a halt and deg-degan.

Oops !

I immediately closed my eyes firmly mixed in panic and took a rough breath widening the eyeballs when I saw that their legs were both dirty and wet.

"Liyan," said Fikri, surprised to see me playing in the water and taking off my shoes, also looking at Solihin's feet and legs. My eyes followed him too.

I was very surprised and could not say anything more. I just silently stared firmly holding my next leg in the mud. Even the shoes I carry feel like they want to come off.

The eyes that were mixed in panic could no longer afford to look straight ahead. Even the shoes I held, I turned - pretending to be a sedative. The frowns mixed in the panic frowned even more tightly.

"What's wrong?" Widia's voice asked.

I who was still down mixed with guilt remained silent and sculpted. The foot that wants to step to the edge is not able to step.

I who lowered my head to the shoes heard the sound of Solihin laughing loudly. "Haha ! Liyan, you haven't been playing in the rain in a long time, have you?" tanyanya.

I was silent and ashamed to see my inappropriate behavior. Fikri remained silent to see splashes of water hitting his socks while Solihin was eager to join together playing mud.

"Liyan," call Solihin walking around.

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