The Struggle of a Child
My First School
I who was awake as usual now can no longer.This morning where my first day. Waking up earlier than usual.My father who is usually not too busy with the morning. Now he must be busy in the kitchen with his duties.The sound of plates and spoons was heard from the kitchen to our room.
"Liyan!" Shouted my father from the kitchen.
"Yes, Dad."Answer me from the room while tidying up my blankets and pillows.
"Quick boy! It's your first day at school."
"Yes, Dad." While taking the towel to the well. Where, where we used to shower.
Every day you have to wake up early. But this time it's different. She, too, had to cook breakfast for me who was going to school.
"Liyan! I've prepared your breakfast, son!" While my father put the fried rice and omelet that has been cooked.
I'm the one who finished wearing the school uniform. I also came to the food my father had served.
"Geez, yummy!."I took my plate that my father had served.
"Good daddy, yeah! Dad's cooking." I also threw a smile at my father.
Not how long. I also finished eating.I was sitting in front of the food. Now immediately stand up and approach my father to shake hands.
On the way. I'm heading to a new school. I also walked alone without anyone walking beside me as my friend.In the way I continued to step under the blazing sun. The light vehicles made me want to get to my new school faster.
Today I saw all the children being delivered by their parents.
Along the way suddenly, my steps stopped at a gate.I also continued to look left and right so, so, many children who passed by with a cheerful laughter.I who was alone stepped foot slowly after slowly.
Mother Mother Mother Mother!
Shouted the other children.Heard that voice. I also felt inferior. I felt like the smallest child of them all.
I am a tiny little boy. Not because of my body I feel small but because of my circumstances that make me helpless.They walk from the gate to the classroom in the handcuffed by their mother or father. While me?!
My mother's been gone a long time. While my father has to work every day sweat.
Liyan, you must be strong and passionate. Never wither when you see something unlike your life, I remember my father's advice.
Along the way I went to my class. I keep strengthening myself.
"Hi, what's your name?" He was standing on the wall of the class. Not far from the classroom door we were about to enter.
I was a little confused. Now he started throwing sweet smiles at her.
"My name is Liyan."I answered while approaching him.
I was also immediately happy!
It turns! I have a friend who lives with me. I said in my heart.
Not long after we talked. And finally! It was time to enter the classroom.
In class!
We began to react to look for a chair that would be our seat. I still haven't found a suitable place for me. I also keep looking here and there.
Suddenly, my hand stopped on a table.
Haa! It's like it's good if I sit here. I said in my heart, looking at the table in front of me.
The table's not that far from the teacher's desk. I put down the bag I was holding and started to sit down.
Liyan!
I heard a voice calling me from behind. Immediately I turned to the source of the sound.
"Yes." I looked at him seriously.
He sat down and put the bag he was holding in a drawer.
I was so excited to see my new friend laughing. Now it stopped immediately hearing the question of my friend.
"Himself." I answered with a sad face.
"Each means us."
"What, you go alone?"
"Yes."
"So, who are you living here with?" I asked to go back to him.
"I live here with my father."
I'm getting confused. But I'm a little happy too. Apparently, there is still the same fate as me. Going to school alone I said in my heart while looking at the blackboard.
"So you two stay?" my friend wants to know.
"No! My dad's getting married again."
"Oh."
My gaze still continued to look at my friend whose life was not as far away as mine.
Tok tok!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from outside.
"Assalamualaikum, kids?" Greet a middle-aged woman in the dress of a teacher.
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Teacher ma'am!" Our consent simultaneously.
Teng teng!
I don't feel the bell coming home ringing!
Before we went home my other friend had not come forward. He came forward and introduced himself just like us.
"Quick boy! Introduce your name. Your friends must be impatient."
"Good Mom.
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Not long after we came home. Each of us walked over to the teacher. We were standing in front of the classroom door and shaking hands.
My friend who introduced himself last time, his name, Septiani. He's an alley boy not far from my village. Septiani, his son fat, his cheek cabi, and also very jutek and chatty. In class his voice is the most blaring. Moreover, if he is already angry and perpakar.But, if the same me. She was so kind perhaps because she saw me her son was so quiet and kind.
Classmate and his name is Widia. He was the first son of his father. He's a broken home kid. His mother and father separated before he entered school. His father married a widow with one child. He also lives with his father and mother and his mother's child. The age of my friend Widia with her step-sister is not much different. The difference between them is one year. From her father's marriage was born one boy.Besides studying and school Widia my friend also takes care of her sister as well.
His father was a rickshaw carrier as well. His life was the same as that of my father, who went out in the morning and came home in the afternoon. His father and father were pedicab carriers. However, the rickshaw they brought was much different from the rickshaw my father had brought. If my father was a paddle pedicab carrier while his father was a motorcycle rickshaw carrier.
Economically my father and father were very different. From their daily lives, the economy is much better while we are quite and still fairly mediocre. Sometimes we are still lacking.
That's what we face day by day.
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