The Struggle of a Child
To Nisa's house

In the cafeteria, the three of us laughed and looked happy, a sincere smile engraved with happiness made our innocent faces look sparkling as well as my face. My pale face that always looks sad now looks broken.

'"Liyan how ?" Ask Widia. Seeing me. "You're happy to finally meet Nisa and I'm happy to keep my promise." Widia. The canteen.

"Yes, thank you Widia. I could be friends with Nisa." I said. Sit over.

Nisa who was sitting together, smiled looking at me and Widia.

"Widia, where will you go to school?" Nisa asked to know. Sit over.

"What's the matter ?" I asked with curiosity. Staring at Nisa.

Widia who was sitting next to us was silent with a question mark full of eyes she was staring straight down.

"Yes, Liyan! I moved to your class a long time ago. So, I want to take you to my house to play, let you know my house later." Say Nisa flatly. Seeing me and Widia. "And my mother wants to know you too." Continue Nisa.

"I want to, I want to, I want to go to your house." Widia is spontaneous. Nodding her head looking at Nisa and me.

Instantly Nisa smiled as she broke her silence. He was so happy as if he wanted to cheer loudly.

"True Widia, you want to come to my house." Nisa said with a happy face. Seeing Widia. "Liyan, you're coming too, yeah." Pinta Nisa's. Turn his head towards me.

Suddenly I straightened up a little my head looking at Nisa with a slightly surprised face. "I'm coming?!" Welcome me with a soft voice. Seeing Nisa.

"He's coming, isn't he Widia?!" Nisa said with great emphasis. Turning her head to look at Widia and seeing me back.

As soon as I fell silent, I could not say anything to reject Nisa's invitation nor accept it. My weak self is now at war in my heart.

"Nisa, I don't have to come." Answer me briefly. Seeing Nisa.

"What's Liyan for?" Widia asked inquisitively. Looking at me with a slightly disappointed face.

"I'm afraid my father will be angry." I said flatly. Look down.

Widia and Nisa did not give any reaction. They were still fluttering like statues, looking attached to the black shoes they were wearing. Meanwhile, I who was sitting among them, looking at them from the tail of my eyes was so disappointed especially, Nisa who was so happy to introduce us to her mother.

The silence between the three of us was continuing in the middle of the crowd The children who were hanging out in the cafeteria laughing loudly and small.

I was still grappling with my rejection, seeing Nisa and Widia each put on a sullen and disappointed face.

"Liyan, why are you coming?" Pinta Widia looked at me with a pleading face. "Some of us haven't been around for a long time." Widia.

"Liyan, just this once." Pinta Nisa's. Seeing me.

Widia and Nisa's gaze makes me more depressed so I can't do anything. Only a sad look can I put on for them right now. My weak heart is now shackled, to the wish of my new friend who, with pleasure, has been willing to get acquainted and make closer friends with me.

"But Nisa..." My greeting by stopping my words. Looking up with an empty look.

Instantly my father's face danced clearly in my eyes with his tight face. His voice boomed when he scolded me and my freezing when I faced my father.

"Liyan,..but what?" Nisa asked to know. Seeing me.

"Liyan,..but what?" Widia asked wanting to know back. Looking at it full of question marks. "Oh! I know." Cetus Widia's. Seeing me with a face as if justifying his words. "You're afraid of your father, aren't you?!" Widia. Looking at me with sharp eyes.

Suddenly I was shocked and flabbergasted as if I could not believe seeing Widia, what she said was the same as I thought.

"It's Liyan." Widia said convincingly. Looking at me with sharp eyes.

With a flabbergasted face I was silent like a fool. Instantly the pain that was still lodged in my body seemed to fade.

Nisa who was sitting near us was still flabbergasted with a surprised face and turned her head, immediately saw Widia and saw me so seriously.

"Really! Then your father is fierce Liyan?!" Ask Nisa. Looking at me with a little scared eyes.

Hearing what Nisa asked me embarrassed me and lowered my head.

"Not Nisa!" Widia Resist. Look at me and see Nisa. "His father Liyan was not fierce but never loved Liyan out of the house." Widia continued slowly. "His father preferred Liyan to play at home." Cetus Widia with flat face.

Instantly, Nisa silently pulled her disappointed face away. He turned his head to look at me.

"Liyan, your father is like that!" Widia said softly looking at me. "So, you were never given a play by your father, so sorry for you Liyan." Nisa Ledek. Turn his head back.

Not long after we stayed in the cafeteria, the doorbell rang. Me, Widia and Nisa immediately left the cafeteria and stepped into the classroom.

I am still in a weak condition. I lifted my body off the bench. My weak legs as much as I could force myself to stand up and support my weak body.

"Liyan are you willing?" Widia asked me. Holding my shoulder.

"She, I can still." I answered with a loud voice. Stand up.

"Widia, why Liyan?" Nisa asked to know. Approaching Widia.

"Liyan is sick, Nisa." Widia answered straightforwardly. Seeing Nisa.

Nisa's face was immediately sad to see me. The glances of his two eyes were so deep that they saw me.

"Come Liyan!" Bring Widia. Walk beside me.

"Yes, come!" Welcome Widia. Walk beside me too.

The three of us now stepped up, leaving the cafeteria filled with all the students in the school.

Nisa and Widia also seemed so sympathetic towards me that they both took care of me by walking beside me. They look like they're watching and watching me so I don't fall.

Sacrificially, I dragged my weak legs all the way into the classroom and suddenly had to come to a standstill.

"Widia why?" Ask Nisa. Stop over.

"Awhile!" Said Nisa. Walk around her body backwards.

I who was beside Widia was shocked and saw Widia with question marks and turned my head around instantly, behind Widia's footsteps. Instantly, I saw Widia's door and stopped, and I saw Septiani standing straight in front of the door. They were seen discussing something important while stepping a little tight.

Sometimes Widia sees me in the middle of her conversation with Septiani. Seeing them talk as if they were talking about me was seen from Septiani's suspicious face.

I who was still standing far away from them kept seeing their movements. Not long after I was tired of standing, I went with Nisa and left me Widia and Septiani.

"Liyan, what are they both talking about?". Widia asked with full investigation. Walk and see me.

"I don't know." Answer me in a loud voice. Walking with a lethargic face.

Me and Nisa who walked first, left Widia and Septiani had reached the path of our table passage. Nisa whose desk is located in front of us which is two tables from us has now come in and sat down. While my weak self still had to walk past one more table.

My weak foot that stepped slowly had now reached my stool. I dragged my feet in and dropped my body on the bench.

While Widia, she still looks relaxed with her conversation with Septiani. They walked along slowly while swinging their hands into the air as if giving expression to the discussion of what they were talking about.

"Liyan, why did Widia walk the same Septiani for so long?" Ask Fikri curiously. Move a little bit of my stool.

I was the one who was serious about seeing Widia and Septiani was shocked and turned my head back to look at Fikri.

Ahaha! Seeing me who was aghast Fikri also laughed amusedly with satisfaction. "God! Liyan, you're shocked . Ahaha! So don't daydream it's still morning." Fikri. Laughing with his molars.

Seeing her wide laugh made my face instantly turn irritated. "I don't know." Answer me with a ketus. Re-turn my head.

"God! Liyan, don't be angry. Wrong yourself early in the morning still daydreaming." Celtuk Fikri flat.

Seeing me.

"It's not morning!" My move is upset. Recline my body.

"What! Ahaha! Welcomed Fikri a little aghast and laughed. "It's still a new morning at 10:05 WIB, tau!" Sung him with a kettle. Pulling bangkuku.

Seeing Fikri who kept provoking my emotions. Making me even more saturated and pulling my stool forward to the front of the table so that my weak little body was squeezed together with the table.

"Liyan you're sick, huh?!" As if he didn't know. Slewed.

My pale face now looks red withstanding my anger. "Yes." Answer me with annoyance. Looking straight ahead.

Not long after, I silently pegged and grabbed my stool which made my weak little body almost squashed, suddenly I saw from the tail Widia's eyes had been standing near our table.

I slowly turned my head looking towards Widia, as if I was covering my face from Fikri.

"Widia, why did you talk to Septiani so long?" Ask me to want to know. Seeing Widia.

"So I took Septiani to Nisa's house." Widia replied. Sit over. "For our friend Liyan to be, we'll be alone." Connect Widia. Seeing me.

"But why did you talk so long?" I asked to know back. Viewing classroom doors.

"So I again explained to Septiani about Nisa's house." Widia said firmly. Look at the classroom door.

"Then, does Septiani want to come?!" My welcome. Seeing Widia.

"Say, I want to but not sure." Welcomes Widia with sadness. Viewing table.

Suddenly I turned my head back to the window that was above my head.

While Widia who was sitting next to me now looks sad and disappointed. Seeing him who is not excited, I became unpleasant. Instantly I turned my face away from Widia and threw my gaze at the other friends.

Seeing those who were cheerful and happy, I immediately curled my pale little lips and my pale face immediately saw their rioting that tickled my heart.

They were so noisy that they threw even a joke, a small debate that made them finally laugh themselves. My anxiety about the invitation to Nisa's house disappeared for a moment.

I turned my eyes right towards Nisa. Spontaneously I immediately remembered Nisa's invitation to play to her house. My face again I bent silent a thousand languages as if Nisa's invitation was like a bullet stuck in my heart that made me unable to do anything to save myself.

While Widia looks so eager to play to Nisa's house. He was so devastated because Septiani and I had no clarity on that.

Every now and then Widia who was sitting beside me threw her gaze towards Septiani who was sitting on a bench that was two aisles away from our table. Widia's face looks like she wishes Septiani and I would come and go play today.

Immediately I was hypnotized by the atmosphere of our room. Suddenly, Miss Dona looks back in. Walk hard towards the chair and sit down. Ms. Dona pulled the chair and dropped her body on the chair.

With a tight face he looked at us with full vision. He immediately drew a glance and looked at the book that had been placed on the table.

"Children now go to the next page!" Ms. Dona's orders were firm. Viewing Indonesian books.

"Yes Mom! Already Ma!" Shouts us at the same time. Viewing books.

"Now, look at it! What's in there!" Pinta Bu Dona's. Look at the book sharply. "Have you seen!" Miss Dona. Viewing books.

Suddenly all the students began to enthusiastically see what was ordered by Bu Dona especially for me. I began to see what Ms. Dona had told me.

The whole student and I were silent in a thousand languages and gawked, throwing one another's eyes with a lazy face. I then turned my head to see Widia and we finally met a look with a clear face.

Widia and I put on a sullen face.

"What is this liyan?" Ask Widia. Thinking while pointing.

"I don't know." Reply flabbergasted. Viewing books.

With a weak finger I opened the book sheet that looked smiling greeting warmly.

"Children it's your job today to make poetry." Said Ms. Dona. See the whole student.

My spirit immediately descended. Widia was so lethargic to hear from Miss Dona.

"Liyan, if it's like this we're not going to Nisa's house." Widia Gerrutu. Spanking books. "Why haven't we gone home yet?" Complain Widia. Raising his head slightly upwards looking at the classroom ceiling.

"Widia, maybe today, we go home a long time ago." Answer me flatly. Seeing Widia.

Miss Dona looks so tight looking at us. His sharp eyes hurt us so much. Especially for myself who was so slammed from his desk made me even more clumsy.

The task that was waiting stared at us so sharply that none of us could escape.

"Widia, are you good at poetry?" I asked with a sissy. Seeing Widia.

"I don't know Liyan. I've never heard of poetry." Widia said with a soft look. "Especially have to make it." Widia continued in a lethargic manner.

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