The Struggle of a Child
Third grade is over
"Yeeee!" The joyful cheers of the children welcoming the test were over.
"So, we're going to have a long day off from today" said Ms. Dona, our homeroom teacher.
"Mom, so we haven't seen each other in a long time, ma'am," I said grudgingly.
"Liyan, we will definitely meet again after entering. So, I might not be your homeroom teacher anymore" Ms. Dona said softly. "So, if I'm wrong with you, and also you, Liyan, I'm sorry, kids," said Ms. Dona breaking the silence.
"Mom we will meet again" said Fikri.
"Yes, Mom. We want our homeroom teacher later, too" Rasyd said.
"It all depends on the principal, son!" dona's relationship is getting more moving.
When she finished, Ms. Dona gave us a speech of advice. We also experienced it one by one. Starting from my line that is one row with Fikri. It was followed by the Septiani line and others.
"Be careful on the road, son. Prepare your gear for the next class" said Ms. Dona, who welcomed our hand. Stand right at the door.
"Yes, Mom," my champion was followed by Tania standing waiting to shake hands with Ms. Dona right beside me.
We left the large school field. There was no trace left on the third grade. Memories with friends also now shroud this self.
The third door is full of sweet and bitter memories. I who walked from far away looked back. Memory is stored in this mind. Tania and Ecy's screams and taunts are seen hanging in front of the classroom door.
That shout was as if it sounded loudly roaring in the air loudly. My friends and I went home to each other.
"Liyan, luan yes!" yelled Fikri walking the three together with Rasyd and Solihin. They embrace each other.
"Yes," I answered, looking at them.
The school fence that is guarded by Mr. Sukri also looks silent as if uninhabited.
The children were also happy to come out of the fence. Some laughed loudly, some joked and there cheered happily to welcome tomorrow to receive a report.
They were very happy because the exam was over. I can't wait to sit in the next class, too.
Widia and Septiani have not been friends with me. A slightly overcast road I passed in the middle of the house and street stalls that further broke the silence of the stepping foot.
The body of the road that looks tired by the number of riders passing makes me more careful. The pedestrians were also seen busy chasing steps by dragging their feet.
The swing I used to go through when I came home from school is now hanging quietly without a single child riding it. I often saw him when I came home from school very eager and anxious to play on a swing that hung quietly under the tree.
I was so stunned mixed happily when I went back through it. The swing made of rubber tires was very interesting for me to step closer to him.
The swing was so deep in my eyes when I saw it that I forgot to go home on time.
"Liyan, are you here?" asked the middle-aged voice surprised me.
I who climbed the swing alone suddenly stopped so strongly that I almost wanted to bounce forward.
"Mother," I muttered with both eyes wide-eyed mixed in shock. I was very pale after seeing him sticking his hands together on both of his waist.
"So, you're here playing, huh?" his shout asked with both glances of sharp eyes.
I quickly descended and tidied my hair that was hit by a gust of wind.
"From there I came looking for you. Back and forth Liyan.back and forth! Turns out you're here," harden it with a sharp glare.
I got more nervous after seeing him standing straight in front of me. I clutched my hand firmly.
"Your father will definitely scream later at home because he did not see you at home. How many times have I told you, Liyan! Don't go far! I'm looking for you to and fro. Turns out you're here playing swing!" he said walking in a hurry.
I followed in a hurry too.
"When you get home, your father will scold you. I've been told many times not to come home late. Eeh, it's too late again, it's upset to see you. Again you're the one who made a fuss at home. Your sister is also looking for you. He'll definitely scold you, too" he said.
I kept quiet to see the foot that stepped.
"You've been home a long time, haven't you?" ask her with a slightly raised voice. Glanced.
"Yes, ma'am" I replied slowly.
"Why did you stop by there playing swings ?" tanyanya. "No more friends! If you're missing someone, how about?" he said ask me.
The voice locked these lips tightly.
"It was a cloudy day. Wind's strong. You just calm down there playing swings, there's just you, Liyan." His voice getting lighter scolding me sounded loosely mixed with the wind that was blowing.
"So I wanted to play the swing, Mom," I replied slowly mixed with fear.
"If you want to. Go home first, change new clothes play," he said.
I swallowed the bitter pill again. After my father and my sister, it was my mother's turn to scold me halfway.
"Mother, I'm afraid that Dad won't let you out" I said in a bitter voice.
"How could he forbid you?" ask her with a tone of upset voice mixed with the murat of the worried face.
The scout shirt I wore today was cold with a gust of wind. The half-length clothes of my mother also looked a little exposed to the wind.
"But it's Friday, Liyan. Your father wants to go to Friday prayers." He continued walking so fast that I who followed him slightly dragged my feet until I was knocked down.
The feet came in front of the house. My mother and I stood up straight and walked in.
"Assalamualaikum," said my mother and I who opened the door.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," answered my father who had prepared in his prayer clothes sitting on a bench just below the window not far from the door.
My brother's cruel face was also seen welcoming me. He who was standing in front of the mirror immediately attacked me. "Because my brother was angry with Dad," he screeched straight without pause.
I who took off my shoes was shocked to hear the screeching attack.
"When you're home. Go home and don't play there!" he said with a sour face.
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