Mentari Nina To Siska

This morning I set off in haste. I woke up late again. Quickly, I spent my bread breakfast this morning. I called my father to take me to school soon. Arriving at the school, 5-minute intervals bell was sounded. I ran to class. Oh yes, there are still many who have not I done my job.

Nina friend sebangkuku already sit in the chair while preparing textbooks. She smiled at me. "Almost too late again Siska?". I just nodded and remembered that I had not done my maths homework. As usual Nina would voluntarily lend books PRnya. "How could I forget homework Sis?" Nina chided me. "Overnight fun playing games so forget homework, Nin.", I cried while continuing to write my homework. "It should be before playing games or viewing TV schoolwork done first, Sis. So that your project is not neglected! ", Nina is always reminding patiently, and as usual I just nodded. Yes. He Nina. Nina is a friend of my best friend at school as well sebangkuku. He would patiently hear laments kesahku when I complained to family and friends. He was so good, even very good. So sincere. Although I was somewhat indifferent to his words of wisdom.

Nina can always drown my anger when I'm upset. And he also who never tired to motivate me to study hard to remember now, we have a class 9 which will soon be UN. "You should be grateful, Sis. Affluent parents and love you. Do not you waste the opportunity that you have. " That advice has always spoken to me Nina. And as usual I just smiled.

Today is July 14 is the birthday of Nina. I have prepared gifts started yesterday. With the savings, I bought Nina school bag, because I saw her bag already looks worn, the color began to fade. I want to surprise this morning, so I go in the morning. If Nina usually departing first, this time I want I the first to sit in class while waiting. But until the clock reads incoming Nina did not appear well. I began to fret. And until the end of class Nina really does not appear. I asked my friends why Nina was not entered. My friends no one knows.

Until a week Nina does not go to school, and I regret not ever ask her home address. I do not know his phone number. I Have No Idea. In this era of globalization there are still people do not have handpone. That's Nina is a simple, sincere, nice and were always there for me. I miss her even more after a week he did not come.

Finally I ventured into the office to ask the mother Riri my homeroom teacher about Nina's home address. After getting home address Nina after school I hurried to her house to bring gifts I have not had time to give it on his birthday. Entered his house a narrow alley and away from school. And that is great even though his home is far and had to take public transportation she always comes early. Her enthusiasm was incredible. Spirit to reach his goal to become a doctor. He always tells me want to be a doctor in order to help the poor who can not afford treatment. Neighbors may suffer economic factors.

I asked the neighbor Nina until finally I found the house Nina. The house is simple, even very simple. And when I knocked on his door while carrying out a mother of small children. Mother's face was so gaunt, and also look puffy. "Mom, what's true home Nina?" I asked cautiously for fear of the wrong address. "Yes, son, it is the home of Nina". I jumped in delight as it will soon meet with Nina. "Nina there, Buk?" I asked again. "Nina was washing clothes at a neighbor's house". I choked hearing Nina's mother greeting. "Since his father died Nina helps mothers make money. Usually after school she helped the mother. Due to last week ill mother, yes Nina who replaced me while. Actually, the mother could not bear, boy. But he was always forced the mother to rest. ", Nina's mother told him in a voice quivering with sad facial expression. Unknowingly tears dripping. Cheerful Nina, Nina is always looking to the future optimistically, Nina is always studious and always a champion in school, turns her life so miserable. But he never complained, never showing pain.

I am embarassed. I am embarrassed to tell him. I realized that my mother and father angry when my grades dropped, I should feel no dianakemaskan again. See Nina. She went to school without a father figure. Why is he still could toughen? Sometimes I just cry when the father went overseas. Nina has always said, "God has given considerable family fortune. And he ordered the mother to scold, so what? In order for you to be disciplined. You can still enjoy a lot of games, and it has been blinded. Love. Look, Sis. They are in there moaning and praying wading fate. Be thankful, Sis. You have parents complete and rich. "Now I realized. What is the meaning of his words. After seeing the state of the facts.

Nina came from a distance. When a few more steps to the house, I immediately hugged. "Nina, I miss you." I said softly whispered in his ear. I felt Nina's body is getting thinner, he may break due to fatigue and lack of work and also care for her mother. I give gifts vase days. "Thanks Siska, you still remember my birthday, I alone forgot because kesibukanku help the mother". I was touched when Nina opened the gift, and no bag in it. His eyes sparkled happily. "I've always wanted to have a bag of this model, but I can not afford it", Nina cried with joy. I am happy to see the happy twinkle in the eyes of my friend Nina. Happy. Behind the sadness and the hard life he lived he could get a gift from me to smile.

Nina home from home, I felt enlightened. That I should be grateful to have parents who complete and dear to me. Affluent life, abundant affection. What a fool I am if not grateful for this situation. I promise to abide by the advice of his father and mother. Must be diligently studied so my goal became architecture can be achieved. Nina, my friend who lives in the limitations optimistic to reach his dream of becoming a doctor, while I paced adequacy should be more optimistic in my dream pick achieve my goal. Thank you, my friend Nina. Because of you now I realize that in life we ​​can not always complain, should be more grateful, and also we should not give in to circumstances.

Thank you Nina. We are like a pair of butterflies flying. We just got depressed. We look for nectar together, help when stuck in the branches, and with a beautiful view of the world above the clouds. This event. I'll never forget it. All your advice was very precious to me. I know, Nin. You have a limited budget. But you know what? You can not give up. Indonesia still needs a million or a billion children who excel. Like you. Nina. You and I have promised. That we will not give up in this mortal tale. Limitations are not sick of all this. Nina. Look at the light in front. The government has been concerned with peoples like you. One day you will be happy in your future. Thank you Nina. On mentarimu. Bye ...
Siska. Bye. You're welcome.

END

Short Story Essay: Zhafirah Chintya Rafiandr

Miss Simple

Smiling, diligent, disciplined, sweet, firm, cool, serious, plain, nosy, fraudulent and that her tomboy. Called the first time to see a bright and buramnya world on October 10, 1998, precisely at 10:00 pm. Decomposes smile from his face when he first came into the world, sunguh captivate all who see it. Why not, indeed sweet smile as sweet as sugar Java, although in a few seconds later she was singing a happy cries and shame because of being stared at by people who amazed.

Born as the youngest child in a family of modest living as farmers who only really makes sense to learn how to live with what it is not because there ass. Similarly simplicity menghantarnya family to have properties such plain, simple and becoming a teenage girl jolly. Said the people in the surrounding areas as well as in the community, "No him, no crowded loh .. As there is something missing". Yes, in fact he is a girl who is very chatty, making the atmosphere becomes more lively with the presence of himself. Dressed as it is, because it is supported by a tomboyish nature, she is not interested in collecting accessories and trinkets womanhood aka the girl. Clothing, shoes, bags, sandals and even write books all shades guy. Moreover, very unique speaking style, so many friends who loved him. In daily life too, he is more familiar with the guys, want the road wherever barengannya with boys. Bagainya, he is happy and has its own closeness with the guy, because he only has two brothers that everything is in marriage.

Di sekolah, ia terkenal sebagai seorang siswi yang sangat jenius. Sejak ia di kelas 1 SD sampai dengan saat ini ia duduk di bangku SMK, ia masih memegang kendali sebagai ahli waris juara 1 umum di sekolahnya. Sungguh sebuah prestasi yang luar biasa. Yah, keterbatasan ekonomi seseorang tidak menjadi tolak ukur kepintaran otak seseorang. Lihat saja, teman-teman sekolahnya yang berasal dari kalangan atas tidak mampu menandingi kepintarannya. Itu semua karena kerja kerasnya dalam belajar, mengikuti banyak kegiatan positif dan tentunya mengandalkan Tuhan. Tak jarang, bila banyak kaum cowok yang mendekatinya dan berharap untuk jadi pacarnya. Satu sisi keanehannya adalah bahwa ia suka bersahabat dengan cowok, tapi tidak suka dipacarin cowok. Banyak pula cowok yang memaksanya, namun sifat tomboynya akan muncul, dimana bila ia dipaksa, maka ia akan balas dengan kekerasan fisik. Jangan heran, walau postur tubuhnya kecil, tapi ia hobi bermain bola kaki, camping, hiking, panjat tebing, nonton video yang berbau seni bela diri, membaca dan tentu saja menulis. Oleh karena itu, ia mau fokus dulu pada studinya, belum mau menyibukkan diri dengan CM alias Cinta Monyet, seperti kebanyakan dialami oleh remaja seusianya. Walau tomboy, namun ia tidak melakukan hal-hal yang berbau negatif seperti merok*k ataupun ngemiras. Ia paling benci bila melihat sahabat cowoknya merok*k. Jadi the ganknya tidak ada yang berani rok*k. Lalu, pastilah Anda bertanya-tanya, siapakah dia? Dia adalah Sang Putri Sumba. Bumi Sandelwood, Nusa Cendana. Yhana. itulah namanya. Atau lebih kerennya, sebut saja dia Miss Simple.

He has many friends, both in Sumba, and outside Sumba. It is all due to follow in frequency range of activities, both in the arena of village, district, county, provincial and national levels. Personality that makes it much preferred. Moreover, it was him sociable. In Kupang, he had a friend, whose name was Sella. They met in a contest Potential Development training had NTT Child. At that time, Yhana present as delegates of the district and also as a facilitator, terkhususnya presentation of material on the Rights of the Child Sumbs Research Group West, which is still led. In the event that, he brought the material with a very intriguing that the discussion was very fresh atmosphere. After completion of describing the material, it's time for a snack. Yhana and Sella sat chatting in the hotel restaurant while, enjoy a meal snack.

"Yhan, you're terrific. Your material exposure was incredible. Yet among all the participants, you're the youngest, but style as you speak as though Mr. Speaker of the House again lead the plenary meeting, "said Sella
"Ordinary adja lah, kak. Not until segitunya. I'm still in the learning phase. Sure there are still many shortcomings "
"But it's the judge not Yhana, but others. For me, Yhana exceptional child. You'll enter IPDN fitting or grab Department of Justice "
"Oh, kak .. I'm not at all keen to get involved in the internal affairs bureaucracy. I want to be an ordinary person adja. Nowadays, all-all on the need to have much money, but I am the only son of farmers? I do not want kak! "
"Loh, why so, deck? You really suitable if so regent! "
"Brother, I have not dreamed that far. At the moment I called to be agents as child rights activists. I am concerned that the current condition of Indonesian children, terkhusunya in NTT, especially in West Sumba. Social cases which violate the principle has been more intense. Children who are victims of acts of adults, terkhusunya those closest to them "
"I salute to you deck. Let's see, how many people want to be sensitive and care for the child? Bit, right? Therefore, it takes people who care about the condition of children in Indonesia at this time. And I also hope you can be one of those people who want to care about their fate "
"Yes, kak. Abuse, exploitation, trafficking, discrimination, malnutrition, violence against children has been as rampant in our country. One more thing that is very sad that many parents are still primitive that does not provide the opportunity for children to participate. In fact, there are four basic rights of children, namely the right to life, growth and development, participation and protection that should be fulfilled by the parents and the state. And in between all that, right partisipasilah paramount. Without the participation rights, the rights of others will not be met. For example, we have the desire to eat, but if we do not participate to take care of eating, we're not able to eat. "
"Steady. deck. The rights of children already listed dala human rights law, however, the government took a policy to eject the Child Protection Act, No. 23 of 2002. It was all just one reason that people are aware of the kodisi kids today "
"The child is a human being. Children are a gift of God, children are the backbone of the nation. Children are the future generation and country, then if the children are not addressed, how they would be the next generation? Parents should be aware that, kak. So, I am now very keen to make the program of activities in groups and forums kabupatenku children with friends, let the children also understand how the meaning of a life as a child of Indonesia "
"Outstanding adek, you are a child who is highly expected. Remember well, a strong fight for the children of Indonesia, East and West Sumba! "
"Thanks kak. Community our children is not a political organization, but only as an action Child care movement. Thus, in its development, we need the support of friends, parents and the government must "
"Hehehe, but do not because you're a tomboy, governments do not listen, you actually tonjokin face! Danger loh! "
"Hahaha ... not my sister. If I like it, it's called fucking child "
"Huh .. justkidd mother legislature children do! :) "
"Kaka nhee, Bisa enter ..: p"
"Come on deck. Our activities will be continued. Snack time is finished! "
“Ok kak.”

They rushed into the hall to follow the next activity by saving valuable meaning from earlier discussions.

THE END

Short Story Essay: Maria Goreti Mofferz
Facebook: Yhana Putry Parimbaha

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Red umbrella

Red umbrella (Part 1)

 

Thursday afternoon was greeted with fairly heavy rainfall. Dark clouds roll with thunder occasionally grabbing weak. Millions of flushed water mists area districts, including a school. Mists of water jumping on the asphalt. There also are splashed after hitting the ends of thin and spiky grass.

I stood in the rain waiting for the security station that never passed. I have just come back from an exercise routine Merpati Putih. Actually, the rain is not a problem for me. It's Thursday. Not a problem for me to run into the rain because tomorrow is able to change the uniform. I also was used in the rain during training. The problem is being borrowed my spare shoe neighbors. Oh, that's not the point. The point is I forgot to bring a bag crackle to wrap the books in my bag. Bag already somewhat damaged. Taxable half scoop just raindrops, books in my bag shape can be erratic.

30 minutes had passed. Rain now not as swift 30 minutes earlier. Relatively safe circumstances. I've been able to move from the security office right now. Calmly I set foot one step away from the post and walked toward the gate. Then, just getting ready to cross the road to the front of the school bus stop.

Unfortunately, not so long tranquility was present, my eyes caught sight of the re-solidified rainfall. I looked up. Sure enough. Less than half a second face was soaked. Immediately I took off my jacket and wrap the bag with him. I protect my bag with my body so as not exposed to rain. Meanwhile, with intense rainfall invaded my body. Cool temperatures plus wet my body made me shiver. Unfortunately, never deserted highway. I was stuck in the rain.

Suddenly, in the middle kebimbanganku choose between returning to a security station or not -because distances to be done my security station with my bag guaranteed to run if you want to dry, miraculously my body free from attack rainfall. In fact, when I look straight ahead, still clearly visible water droplets that fall to the meeting. I looked up. Wrinkled my forehead so I found a red umbrella unfurled above my head. My gaze fell following the umbrella handles made of aluminum. And I found the owner's hand holding the end of the handle of the umbrella is made of red plastic anyway. His hands were raised as high as my shoulders. I smiled at him.

"Kiki," I said. "Just got home?"

The owner of an umbrella turned, then smiled broadly. Yes, his name is Kiki. She classmates. Only reaches shoulder height. Long gray uniform with a black veil stretched to over his chest. His skin was scorched brown because he often I found pacing while carrying a net pole, net rolls, or basket ball in the sun every Thursday. And yes, he took extracurricular volleyball on the same day as the regular exercise my white dove. We often go home together. However, for instances where we were under one umbrella we've never been. Honestly, I was a bit awkward. I'm a guy, and it feels weird to share an umbrella with a girl.

Kiki just look at the right and left as if to cross the road. It did not answer my question.

"Cross now, come on!" Kiki invite. "Very safe, ya!"

I see the road conditions. Indeed, the road was safe. I nodded, and he was holding an umbrella stem cross with me and Kiki, and sat down in front of the school next stop. Kupangku bag wrapped in a jacket, then sat on the back seat with ease.

"You're weird," said Kiki suddenly.

I turned. I found a bag staring Kiki middle-jacket with a frown on. "Why? What is strange? "

Kiki smiled a little. "Lha, the future make jackets 'mbuntel' bag so? It should be yes for body cover though not cold! "

I grinned. "I forgot to bring my book crackle create wrappers. So, let me not wet, so do not wrap wore a jacket. Hehe ... "

Kiki shaking. He then handed her red umbrella he had kuncupkan me. "Take ya!"

I was stunned staring umbrella. "Why? Later you do? "

"Quiet wrote," Kiki said, smiling. "My house deket of the highway, too! I've also wrap my books. You are more worrisome. "

I looked at Kiki and her red umbrella with sanctions. I'm not sure home Kiki close to the highway. Kiki village in one direction with the village. And I often saw him jump off the bus and ran toward his house that did not knew its location. Kiki could house farther from the road than my house.

"Already, Do! So do not be confused, "said Kiki suddenly. "Take just, ya!"

I paused staring at Kiki and her red umbrella. Then, with full consideration, I accept that umbrella.

"Thanks, Ki," I said softly.

Kiki nodded with a grin, his trademark style. "You are welcome."

Shortly thereafter, our goal coming bus. We soon climbed the bus and sat near the door of the bus which then speeding in the rain.

-

I was careful to take steps on the asphalt with holes here and there and muddy towards my house. Unfurled a red umbrella to protect from the rain is still heavy and dense. I wore my red jacket already returned, while gendongku bag securely slung behind his back.

After five minutes of struggling to travel from the highway, finally I got home. Mama was waiting at the door. I immediately went to mama, put the umbrella on the porch, and kissed his hand while saying hello.

"Geez, judo ..." sighed mama after find me in a state drenched in dressing jacket dry. "You ujan-ujanan? Books do not you wet? Continues, how can dry your jacket so? "

I grinned. "Well, think for yourself the mama!" I said, sitting in a chair porch to take off the shoes.

"Keep the umbrella whom?" Asked Mom when she saw the red umbrella that I put earlier.

"Got friends, ma," I replied.

"Oh," Mom replied. "But ya do not dibiarin keujanan so, dong! Put it in! Have friends, you know! "

I did not answer. Once finished off the shoes, I immediately grab the umbrella, shake briefly, close it, and then bring it into the house. I put the umbrella in the back door, while I go take a shower.

Ten minutes later, I went back to move the red umbrella to my room. Azan maghrib instantly reverberate. I snapped. I looked at the clock. Six hours twenty minutes. I look at the situation through the window. The sky was dark. The rain had just stopped. I gazed back red umbrella in hand and smiling.

"Just try not minjemin was Kiki," I said to the umbrella. "Surely this hour I just got home!"

-

The next day, I walked to the chemical class while carrying a red umbrella in my right hand. This time I had my red jacket draped over shoulder. Overnight jacket along with red umbrella that I dry in the barn behind the house. Intention today I'll return the red umbrella to the owner, Kiki.

I face the red umbrella in my right hand. Mingled with flashes of bright color in the sun in the morning. The colors are beautiful. I do not wonder why Kiki makes this umbrella umbrella -Kiki favorite always bring your umbrella every day since the rainy season comes. This umbrella color visible in the rain under a cloud curtain Hitan rolling. Kiki might just want people who need shelter from the rain could see her umbrella.

I smiled as I remembered how often I saw Kiki was under the red umbrella with a stranger on the asphalt road towards the school gate. Who makes funny is Kiki did not offer any help with words first, but just 'settle' in close proximity to people in need with umbrella that I know it unfurled over the head. People who he please assortment. Teachers, juniors, seniors, classmates, employees, guests schools, even school security guard.

A few minutes later, I got in chemistry class. After putting the bag on my desk, I went to Kiki with a red umbrella in hand. Kiki was engrossed listening to music on his handphone -without earphone- while sitting in a chair teachers.

"Umbrella ye, Ki," I said immediately.

Kiki head which was originally nod to the music suddenly silent. He turned, looked at her red umbrella and a small smile.

"The book you're safe?" Asked Kiki.

I nodded. "Thank God. Thank ya umbrella! If you do not dateng, yesterday did not know is going to be what I got home. "

Kiki laughed lightly. "You are welcome. Just put under the table, "he said, pointing to the bench where he put her purple backpack.

I nodded. I carried a red umbrella bench Kiki Kiki heading intent, then I put a red umbrella under the desk with a transverse position parallel to the table. Then, I went back to my desk and busied himself with work practice chemistry problem in the book my package.

-

The hours passed. A loud bell rang. I do not intend to go home because the Friday prayers at the mosque school. My house is too much distance. Friday prayers will not be accomplished if I chose to go home.

Apparently, the weather is still not supportive. Fairly heavy rain flushed back. I, along with other friends, stuck in the end of the hallway biology classroom while staring motionless rain. The rain is too heavy for us pass. There are no shortcuts to the mosque besides crossing the muddy volleyball court. And not funny if we had to pray in a state drenched.

I sighed. I stared around. Other friends seemed busy in front of me, grumbling because the presence of rain at the wrong time. While I looked around alone in the back row.

In the midst of confusion, suddenly Kiki was standing beside me. I was startled to find her presence. While Kiki grinned.

"Want to Friday prayers?" Asked Kiki.

I breathe a lot. In my heart I already knew what to do Kiki. Moreover, if not lend his red umbrella?

"That," I said weakly.

And, as I suspect, simply Kiki handed me the red umbrella. "Take!"

This time, without consideration I took the red umbrella. In addition to the increasingly tight prayer time, the number of students who stunned at the end of the hall makes me happy to receive red umbrella Kiki.

"Okay," I say, accept that umbrella.

"Sip!" Said Kiki. "But remember, do not walk under the umbrella alone, or I'm not going to lend you an umbrella it again!"

I nodded agreed. "Ntar you waiting for me, yes! Jum'atan exhausted I kembaliin ni umbrella. "

Kiki smiled and nodded. Then, without a word he passed back into the biology classroom. Meanwhile, I advanced to the front row and develop a red umbrella. Sure enough, the friends who are about to cross directly mengerubutiku want to participate shelter. But, many students and umbrellas are limited width make the atmosphere chaotic. I think it's hard to parse chaos.

"Wait for my friends!" I exclaimed as he gazed at the development of a red umbrella. Immediately I wondered how many people can take shelter together to cross the field.

"Well," I began to speak. "Later, 4 person cross together. I would go back and forth, carrying 3 people in between you. How? "

Noisy atmosphere of a moment, and then the sound that they approved my proposal. I smiled in relief. Then, start I drove 3 the first cross.

-

Friday prayers were over. The rain had not sederas an hour ago. Maybe so, in the middle of the salat before the rain had was falling. With red umbrella is still undeveloped because of the wet, I walked toward the biology class was about to approach Kiki. He must have been a long wait.

However, once I arrived, the classroom door was locked. Large padlock attached. Nobody around-except me, of course. I winced as I remembered Kiki. I have no shadow of this early why the door is locked. Plus I did not know where Kiki.

Suddenly back with heavy rain. I was stunned. Kiki might have been there at the bus stop. I understand the nature of the child. after school, in addition to Thursday, Kiki must have been there at the bus stop. I immediately through the rain with red umbrella menaungiku.

With quick steps I was out of the field in later down the asphalt road towards the outer gate with a red umbrella unfurled overhead. Just as I reached halfway to the gate, I saw a uniformed schoolgirl scout figure standing at the gate. Tall and thin, standing with limp staring at the highway. Purple bag, exactly as I saw this morning. Astaghfirullah!

"Kiki!" I shrieked at once. The owner of an umbrella even in the rain alone while I quietly take shelter under his umbrella. Immediately I ran to Kiki and thrusting half red umbrella over her head so that she is no longer in the rain. Kiki looked stunned for a moment, then slowly turned to look at me. I gasped as I found her lips were blue and pale white face.

"Astaghfirullah ..." I sighed surprised mixed upset Kiki left the room biology and the rain. "Why do not you waiting for me ?!"

Kiki did not answer my question. He also held the handle of the umbrella and look left and right, making sure road conditions. "We cross now, come on!"

I swallowed hard. Again he did not answer my question. Then, we both crossed the street together in the shade of a red umbrella. We both sat on the bench waiting for the bus stop.

I sat at my place nervously. It is hardly known for letting Kiki, the owner of the usual red shade umbrella people with umbrella, rain umbrella that can be alone without shelter. I secretly check on Kiki. He sat huddled, shivering with cold. I can not bear to see it. Direct I took my red jacket in the bag, then draped to the body Kiki.

Kiki was silent for a moment, then slowly looked at me. I met his gaze. And who knows for how long we just stared at each other, without a word.

"Thanks," said Kiki finally with a faint smile as she pressed her body to the jacket.

I began to smile with relief. "You are welcome. Jacket brought home aja! "

Kiki just nodded slowly.

"Oh yeah, thanks again for the umbrella," I added.

Again Kiki nodded slowly. "Later when I already can not carry an umbrella it again, which can bring you, huh?"

This time I paused, confused. I do not understand the meaning of the word Kiki. Lest ...

'Ah! No way! ' I immediately dismissed the allegations of my bad. But, somehow, how times I tried dismissed, alleged bad it kept coming. I could only stare at Kiki with dismay.

Red umbrella (Part 2)

Dawn call to prayer from a mosque near the house woke me up. While the body relaxes and yawns as wide as I sat on the edge of the bed to gather my life. After feeling a little fresh, I grab my cell phone that has been charged overnight to know the time. Apparently there is an incoming message. I read the message. of Anga, class president.

"My friends, please Doain our friend, Kiki. Now he is again at the hospital. Asthma relapse, said her brother because sempet keujanan afternoon. Kiki longer in intensive care. The condition is severe. Hopefully Kiki cepet cured! "

My legs buckled immediately. Disbelief, I read the message over and over again. But the result remains the same. Kiki relapse with severe asthma because of yesterday's rain. And a red umbrella in my hand yesterday. Oh, My God ...

I immediately cursed myself who have let Kiki rain so yesterday. Even I, the latter helped Kiki, who has made his condition drop. Fear and anxiety immediately envelops my soul. I think I did not dare to go to school.

And suddenly I remembered the words of Kiki yesterday while at the bus stop. Allegations emerged my bad back, even stronger. My hands were clenched tightly. No! It is impossible!

With tremendous anxiety condition I raced to the bathroom for ablutions. Then, in turmoil I pray Fajr. My prayer together terlantun my tone is wistful. "O God ... save Kiki! A time I apologized to him and repay his kindness! I beg you, O God, give me a break! "

I pray expectantly safety afterlife as closing prayer. The fact that my belly is painful find Kiki, my best friend, I immediately got his attitude to the fate of others. And all because of my ignorance that has robbed him-though it was a red umbrella on Kiki permission.

Suddenly my cell phone vibrate. There is an incoming message. My heart was pounding abysmally. Kiki imagined in my mind lying helpless on the hospital bed. I was trying dismissed the notion that the text it contains bad news from Kiki. 'I want Kiki is fine ... I beg you ...'

Timidly I grab my cell phone and read the message slowly. Of Angga again.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un ...
One of our friends, Kiki, passed away passed away on Friday at 11 pm after fighting hard to defend against his asthma. Hopefully his good deeds accepted by Allah SWT.
Later we sempatkan condolences home with Kiki homeroom. "

Feeling there was lightning struck in the morning as soon as I finish this holy reading the message. I can not say anything against the message. My fingers went limp. My cell phone fell to the floor, along with myself were immediately collapsed in a prostrate on sajadahku weeping sore. My prayer late ...

-

I stunned myself in a sea of ​​people who also bertakziah home Kiki. Green coffin lying there in front of the bodies Kiki already swathed in a white shroud. I could stand it no emotion sadness in my heart every time I see the coffin. Kiki will not be found again, always smiling, always under red umbrella with a stranger on the pavement towards the school gate.

Silent quiet atmosphere. Only voice that sounded cleric read prayers before delivering Kiki to the eternal resting place. I was still standing in silence, lost in a sea of ​​people, letting yourself drift into sadness and sorrow without tears drops. I tried and tried to strengthen themselves. I believe, Kiki's departure is not an absolute mistake. But, God also plays a role in determining the death of Kiki. I looked up against the sky. Morning sky clean and bright, no speck of gray clouds clot. It's contrary to my mood now.

When I was immersed in silence, suddenly looks a little commotion from the side. I turned. I noticed a middle-aged woman with dark of the robe wore hoods trying to break up a crowd of static. He kept surging forward until he reached me. He stopped, looked at me with bleary eyes. I could only stand still, do not understand.

"Dik Yudo Butler?" She asked.

"Yes?" I said softly, staring at her in astonishment. I saw her hands carrying objects that appear more than one. My breath caught as I found the two bodies; Kiki red umbrella and my red jacket.

"Looks like ya sister already knows the intent to meet sister like this," the woman said, smiling flat. "Ma'am want to restore this jacket. Also, Ms. want to submit this umbrella to a sister. "

I tersigap found that thrusts her red umbrella and red jacket that to me. I never thought she would give me a red umbrella Kiki favorite along my red jacket.

"Sorry," I said. "Is not that umbrella got Kiki, mba?"

"Yes, it has Kiki," the woman said. "But Kiki ask that you keep it ..."

My eyes are rounded. Save it? That means Kiki requested that this red umbrella changed hands me? I immediately shook his head, a sign not agree.

"Sorry mba, I can not!" I replied firmly. "I is not no rights to the umbrella! because it was also my umbrella to forget the most important things of life Kiki! I do not want to! "

"But this last request Kiki," the woman replied. "RIGHT before Kiki last breath."

Feather back of my neck prickled to hear her cry. I suddenly recalled the words of Kiki THE LAST before we boarded the bus at the stop time. Caught my breath back.

"Later when I already can not carry an umbrella it again, which can bring you, huh? '

"You know the reason why Kiki want you to keep this umbrella?" She asked softly with tears running down his cheeks.

I froze in place, the confusion and disbelief. I can not answer. I shook my head weakly.

The woman once again thrusting red umbrella Kiki and my red jacket with a smile of pain. "You know why? Because, Kiki want you to take her as a protector for others. He wants you to pass on the kindness of this red umbrella. For all you know, Kiki got this umbrella of a deceased grandfather, and his grandfather ordered that Kiki spread goodness with this umbrella. Now the task Kiki has ended, and Kiki has appointed as his successor. "

I was stunned to hear her story. My eyes were glued on both objects in the hands of a woman who I thought was Kiki's sister. My body shook as she calls on me that as a successor to the baton goodness Kiki. That means, Kiki put great trust on me to continue with the good that is carried by the red umbrella. He did not care that I had made his life drift. I told myself instantly feel sad. I realized, that would be the middle Kiki punish me for what I've done.

Finally, with deep sadness that I received my red jacket and red umbrella. The woman was gone. And right after she disappeared in the crowd, lifted a green casket. I gasped. Kiki was time to go. I gazed at the coffin and red umbrella in hand alternately. Compassion in the hearts of more severe abuse. Kiki began carrying the coffin away, leaving a sense of guilt and the colossal burden within me. Kutatapi hold red umbrella which is now to be mine with blurred vision. While escorting the departure Kiki, my tears can not kubendung, flowing down as much rainfall.

-

A week has passed since the departure of Kiki. Sky rain clouds still friends. Only last week I met today were really clean from the black cloud of gray. Really sunny day of the funeral. It seems clear Kiki did not want any more trouble in his last moments before he returned to the land.

I stood alone under a red umbrella Kiki heritage. Nobody can I do for you today. Everyone I saw bring their own umbrella since the departure of Kiki. Actually I feel guilty because I can not perform tasks that Kiki gave me well. I wanted to like Kiki in advance, that are easily thrusting portion red umbrella on the head of a stranger.

Suddenly, I felt the presence of someone who stopped and stood beside me. I turned. I almost jumped in shock over what I can. I saw Kiki, with waist-length black hair loose and long garments white. His face is clean and shining. Her legs were covered in long white cloth that looked brittle. He looked at me then grinned as his trademark style.

"KKI ... Kiki ..." I stammered. Kulukiskan could not surprise me to learn some spirit Kiki who is now standing next to me.

Kiki laughed briefly, then looked up at the development of a red umbrella over her head. "Not that I've told you that you're not alone under the umbrella of this?"

I still can not talk was so shocknya. I'm not sure if now I'm really in a state of conscious. But this is all too real if I refer to this as a dream. I could feel the flow of water seeping into the shoe. Can I call this a dream?

This time Kiki looked at me sullenly. "Well, I've believed the same when you ..."

Suddenly I was shocked to hear chatter Kiki just now. I remember the words of the middle-aged woman at the funeral Kiki. I remember him telling me to be protective in the rain replace Kiki. But, what I do during the week? Instantly raging anger, disappointment and sadness in my heart.

"Sorry," I said softly with bated breath. My eyes suddenly warmed.

"I understand," said Kiki.

I was struck immediately hear the answer Kiki. Quickly wiped my eyes began to blur to see the expression Kiki now. This time he smiled gently, very gently. My heart was touched. My eyes blurred again.

"Come on, do not have to cry," said Kiki busy while I hold the tears that sprang up in the corner of my eye so as not to flow down. "I understand you are not familiar. Moreover, I see now rarely people who want the rain, huh? "

I was silent, staring at Kiki faint. My heart was still the gray nuances. I thought the atmosphere was too bad to help me talk.

"But not to worry," said Kiki again. "While I have not really gone, I'll help you. I will direct you to the closest person in need. "

I sighed. I was just going to say "I'm not sure" when I found Kiki who knew had disappeared. I looked around, searching for a figure Kiki shouting his name repeatedly. However, he did not appear.

Suddenly, as if there was a strong push from the inside, I was forced looked back. vaguely see the shadow of a man somewhat stocky stature ran towards me. His hands hassles carry print books. I could tell he was a teacher.

My eyes widened saw this golden opportunity. This time I knew Kiki words mean before he disappeared. I immediately ran over the man and handed most of my red umbrella over her head. Apparently he pack Adi, teacher kimiaku.

"Wow, what a coincidence!" Exclaimed pack Adi happy so he shielded by my red umbrella. "Thank ya, boy-who?"

"Yudo, sir!" I said firmly, smiling politely.

I also accompany Adi pack trip punctuated by stories that pack Adi says. I kept her company when Adi pack waiting for the bus in the direction of his home. On the sidelines of the story, I was struck once heard pack Adi's name Kiki. "Usually, the boy who brought umbrellas and shade father like this," he said.

Bus finally arrives awaited Adi pack. After saying thank you once again and smiled at me, Mr. Adi boarded the bus. The bus drove away. Also happens to be a deserted highway. I immediately crossed and sitting at the bus stop.

While waiting for the bus to my village, I sat daydreaming while playing a red umbrella. I circled the umbrella so that it looks like a big red wheel that rotates rapidly. I thought of the words of Adi pack of Kiki. I sighed, aware of the presence of so valuable first Kiki and her red umbrella in the middle of the rain. It may just be a simple aid, but goodness that runs continuously infuse a distinct impression in the hearts of those who see and know. Services not easily forgotten just although now seemingly Kiki was no longer in sight.

Bored twirling red umbrellas, gaze switched across the street. My breath stopped a while so I saw the figure Kiki was there, in the rain without shelter. However, unlike last time, his body was wet now hit by the rain. I see clearly the smile, a smile full of pride to me. I could not help smiling interspersed with emotion. In my heart, I promise to continue to continue strengthening the baton Kiki by channeling kindness red umbrella in my hand to everyone, anyone, anywhere.

Kiki smiled more broadly, raising both his thumbs, as if he heard the pledge promise I had just plug in the liver. He was laughing a minute.

"I think you've quite understand," he said from the other side with the usual sound-which strangely enough I was able to hear clearly. "Now I can go. Goodbye, Yudo! "

I nodded and smiled, unable to pronounce the word "goodbye" Kiki-too painful. Compassion in my heart feels stronger. My eyes warmed up again. Kiki smiled, then disappeared as if blown by the wind or washed out blurred rain. My tears flowed immediately without being able to control. And no matter how long the rain became witness escorted Kiki actual departure, and accompanied me all the way back to the house.

Seven

First girlfriend does not mean first love. Ah, even I do not understand what love is.

The bell has sounded admission exam, just before entering the exam room, we have talked about with whom we would sit later in the classroom. We, the new student class 1C will sit adjacent to seniors 3C. I do not care, even on subjects that will be tested today only was I really did not care.

Today is the first day I took the exam in high school this first. I put my head feels heavier on the table classroom learning. Test has not started yet been felt very heavy head.

With her head still set them on the table, I saw you sitting next to me. You look so ready. Sit down and put all kinds of tools tulismu so complete, does not like me that just bring a pencil, a ballpoint pen and a piece of eraser. I laughed to myself, you're a funny man who has prepared everything perfectly, so much different from me.

I notice you are not aware if it is my watch. Waiting to see teachers give a sheet about the ready for you to eat. You look so smart in my eyes. Something that looks interesting to me. Which forced my eyes to keep glancing at you.

Problem was piled in front of us. Ready to make the brain and mind to squirm. While waiting for the last bell rang working, we both pray to the creator. From there I know, we're different teachings. I bowed my head to pray to the Creator in order to gain leverage in the early days I followed my junior high school midterm exam. And you, hooking fingers of both hands to implore the Lord on the request for the exam you've often do you miss in this school.

A little disappointed. Realizing the fact, you're one step away from my thoughts.
Finished praying, I was a little girl who can not be silent with bold Mananyakan name.

"Sister, her name?"

"Ha?" I know the question is not clear and unambiguous as possible, until you just answer with a question 'ha?'. Ah so cute you are.

"Yes, the name of brother who?".

"Oh, Evan". The answer piece again.

"I Sita. Tanya did not ya? Alright ". I connect. Deliberately create questions and answers themselves to entertain themselves. A little annoyed with the attitude that is so cool. Chat on the first day was very short. Unlike my other friends who telang chatting familiarly with seniors who sat next to him.
The first day ended.

Today, the second day of the exam. And I forgot the name. Seniors were as cold as the fridge. Bell rang, we were soon entering and occupying our seats respectively.

Time to fill in personal data on our proprietary answer sheet. I tried to glance at the brother's answer sheet beside classes. 'Evan Budianto'. Well. I will remember his name.
The second day passed, and there was no conversation between us. Similarly, the next day.

Today, the last day of midterms. How happy I am. I feel like seeing the light of heaven after a long walk on the heat of hell. Well, maybe it was a bit excessive.

Never thought, when I was looking for the right answer to squirm between true in soalku sheet, something which I took as a miracle occurred. possible so that the supervisor did not see if he is being taught, kak evan show me the answer with pen .. Immediately I turned my eyes toward the face. He smiled. Very sweet.
The magic that I felt, for the first time. I fall in love.

The bell rang ending the exam mark. I should be happy the exam has been completed. Yet somehow, I feel a little disappointed, why this exam separates me with my first love?

After the test was over, I was so changed. I was so excited to berangat school. Looking for a place to sit in the classroom adjacent to the window, so I could see kak Evan from my class, because it is a class 1C and 3C opposite. Look taste of love. Looking for an excuse to leave the classroom to be watched closely. Heartbeat was faster, and it was hard to catch his breath.

Months setelahya, Trials were held. Class 1C again confronted with a class 3C. I was so happy. Did not I will sit together again with Evan kak?

Happiness faded when I entered the room, and his brother, Evan no longer sitting next to me, but sitting in front of me. Ah damn, I fell in love.
I wrote words that I've put on the top of the shoe,
'Kak Evan, may ask the phone number?'. Then I stick out my legs forward, to where he was sitting so kak Evan can read them.

I dare. Like my heart wants to jump out of my chest cavity. I shortness of breath, weakness.

The exam is completed, I continue to observe kak Evan fix themselves and be prepared to move from his stool. Before leaving, he left a piece of paper on my desk. I opened it.

Evan kak phone number. Oh God, I'm so in love.

Others exam was followed. Exam increase in class today, and I sat alone with no seniors 3C in the room. They have passed, and I heard kak Evan, my first love has been accepted at one of the high schools in Indonesia to. He's too smart.

He had retreated a step further, increasing further to my flailing.

Two years passed. I now sit in third grade junior high school. And this second samapai still seeking news about Evan kak. Tracing his name on social media when it was named 'facebook'. And how happy I am. I found his name, and immediately I sent a message through the inbox.

Who knows how long I waited for a reply. At least reply message has little taste treat Rinduku during the last 2 years without news.

SMPku period ends. I'm trying to catch up to the favorite school, but the steps failed. I did not pass the selection to be reunited with my first love.

I entered the gray-white. Enjoy adolescence. Slightly forgotten the name of 'Evan Budianto'. Try a thing called love.

My first boyfriend, I love him so much, up to 4 months passed, and the first girlfriend that I loved so much involved passed. He prefers to go with a woman who was already very long close to him. Just once. Courtship, apparently so ill.

I returned to my first love.
Remember back when showing me the correct answer while painting beautiful smile on her face.

Then I opened my eyes, lifted my head from the top of the table this wood. And she was no longer there to work on the pages in the next exam.

Year to 7. I earn more news about you. Happy I am. Perhaps this was divine retribution for all my efforts are never desperate hunt for news about you almost every day. Searching for the reason that I can always get a reply message from you.

During the time I was just entertaining himself with his shadow. I made my own illusions. Constantly repeat incident 7 years ago to treat the nostalgia. Again and again I remembered. A long time ago, when he was sitting on the bench next to me. When he smiled as he taught me the answers by stealth.

It has been 7 years. And I managed to catch up to the town, hoping to find you. At least back see your smile even just once. And reveal if you are my first love. I do not care how cheap I am in front of you. What is clear I love you, I want to come back to see you. I want you to know, my chest when I remember. After that I'll go far.

I have admired 7 years. Amuse yourself by turning the illusion that will highlight the image of the thing you did in my side. Right next to the bench that I occupy.

I know you are aware if I like you. There's no way if you do not know, about me being kept chasing the news about you over the years.

Either you do not glances because we are different establishment, or because you have absolutely no interest to me. I know, you're so hard to reach. And I know our love is different.

FRIENDS dusk, Seiyyo Love

Sun evening then half of the earth. I looked at the evening sky through the window of my room. The color of the sky is orange, that's what I think every day when dusk. But, once the sky change color. Weird color, I can not recognize the color. Please do not change the color, I do not like the color of it, because I do not know what the name of that color. Oren? It is not orange ... and then what? I told myself that vibrates.

"Mika," said someone calling my name. I turned to her, turns her mama.
I glanced at the color of the clothes he was wearing. Again, mama wear clothing colors that do not recognize, I thought.
"The color of clothes mama name?" I asked innocently.
"Blue, dear," Mom replied softly. Then, he came up. Staring sadly at me, made me wonder.
"What is it, ma?" I said, surprised.
"Until when you can not recognize colors other than orange, boy? Mama understand, you are color blind. Mama did not impose you want to memorize the colors in this world or not. But, mama would love to see you recognize the blue color, the actual color of the sky, "said mama crying. I was silent.

Yes indeed. I Mika Keisya, the 16-year-old children who are color blind, except for the color orange. Since childhood, even from birth, I've been suffering from eye disorders that made me become blind to the color.
All my friends, never willing to be friends with Kid Color Blind (julukanku). Not anything they malakukan all that to me. Because I believe is God. I believe in God, if one day, I will meet a faithful friend to me until death separates.

Mama went out of the room, wiping her tears using his fingers. I really could not bear to see it.
Mama, I'm sorry. But ... I, can never be what you want.

The next day. I ran away from home, with no known parents. I know, the way I chose this one. But, I want to find freedom despite the moment. I go without bringing anything. Shirt and pants I wore orange colored.

I ran towards my destination, which is a hill on the edge of the lake. Only I know where it is, therefore kujadiakan place as a secret.

Distance hill was pretty far from my house. But, because there is no other convenient place for me, so be it.
About fifteen minutes I ran to the hill. I sat right in the middle of the hill, staring at the sky. The color of the sky is weird, I thought. I kept staring at the sky, while still trying to remember the name of the color of the sky. But, suddenly became sick head. I was lying on top of the mountain meadow.
I closed my eyes slowly. In my mind, I'm worried about Mom and Dad are going to look for me here and there. Please, ma, pa, understand my feelings.

I opened my eyes feel heavy. I was surprised at the figure's face looking at me.
"Uwoahhh !!" I screamed and then tried to sit up.
"Hahaha ... sorry, I was startled," the figure said with a laugh. From his appearance, I've been able to know he is a man my age. Actually, I was surprised not because of his presence. But, why he could know this place ?!
"Si ... who are you?" I said.
"I Lheceko Seijyo. You can call me Seiyyo or something, "she said. "Your name?" He asked.
“Aku Mika Keisya.”
"Can I call Mika?"
"Of course. What can I call you Seiyyo? "I replied asking.
"Yes, yes. I would be happy if called Seiyyo, "he said happily.
"Do you know where this place?" I asked. He smiled.
"I know this place before you know it," he said. What ?! She had him first from me ?! But why every time I came here no one? I said to myself.
"I also know, every evening you come here. Because I saw you. But, do not dare to approach you, "he added.
So, during this time he was watching?
"Oh, I see ...," I said.

I looked at the sky, when it I realized that it was already dusk. Orange color around the entire eye and also my soul. This is the moment that is most valuable in life.
Suddenly, my eyes fixed on the color of the clothes being worn Seiyyo. Color shirt the same color as the clothes worn mama yesterday. I tried to remember the name of that color. But, always alone never can remember, it must be because I'm color blind.
"The color of the clothes you name what?" Question that almost every day kulontarkan. He seemed surprised to hear my question.
"You ... do not know the color blue?" He asked. I nodded slowly.
For a moment the atmosphere became silent.
"Aaa ... so," he said solving the solitude. I just stopped without talking anything.
"Tomorrow, at dusk you come here again, yes!" He ordered.
"What for?"
"Just come alone! You should now go home, worried parents are worried! "Cried Seiyyo which later passed.
Kuberpikir had not come home and stay here. But, really what was said Seiyyo. Later, Mom and Dad worried worried about. I must go home!

I ran desperately toward the house. Every now and then I looked up, to see if the color orange in the sky is gone, and discolored. I saw from a distance, mama and papa came up with a worried face.
"Mika, where have you been? You do not have school? "Mom asked in a worried voice, then hugged. I nodded ruefully because it makes parents anxious.
"Mika, the next time you do not like this. You already made a mama-papa anxious, "papa's advice. I nodded again. After that, the three of us went into the house that is filled with sweet and bitter memories.

Tomorrow. Precisely at twilight or evening. I said goodbye to my parents, and promised to return before nightfall. I did not tell them, where I will go. But, they believe, I will definitely be back.

"Mika!" Exclaimed Seiyyo of the hill. I immediately went up to the hill and approached.
"What do you want to talk about? Hurry up, I can not stay long, "I said and then I sat down beside her.
"You ... are color blind, huh?" He asked suddenly. I was shocked and felt a little humiliated after hearing his speech.
"You want to insult me, huh ?!" I yelled annoyed.
"Uh, bu ... not so mean. Sorry if my words hurt you just now, "he apologized. I sighed, somehow.
"Look, in this world, filled with lots of color. One was blue in the sky that really fascinating. I love that color, "he said, staring into the sky. "Because of the color blue, is the main color of the earth," he added.
"Wa ... What kind of color that ?! I think it's a strange color, "I protested. Seiyyo turned to me with a smile. I responded by contributing staring at him.
"Look well, during the morning. The sky is blue and white color decorated by clouds. Fresh air adds to a sense of peace within yourself. That is the actual color of the sky, "he said with a face full of seriousness and not messing around.

Apparently, he really wanted to introduce me to the real color of the sky.
Yes, it seems so far I have been lied to by dusk. But, evening the one who has changed my life. When dusk, I know one color for the first time in my life, which is orange. When dusk, for the first time I met someone who was good to me. Then, when the twilight ...
My face flushed instantly. I was pleased with what he said just now. It's the first time I felt a little uncomfortable next to someone other than Mom and Dad. I ...
This is the final answer. When dusk, for the first time I met ... people who I liked.

"Look well, during the morning. The sky is blue and white color decorated by clouds. Fresh air adds to a sense of peace within yourself. That is the actual color of the sky. "
His words yesterday, still buzzing in my head. While listening to the song using the earphones, I looked at the morning sky from the balcony of my house. I can feel the fresh air poked me in the ribs. Really what Seiyyo said. So, this is what is meant by morning?

I looked at the color of the sky. I look at her earnest. I started to feel my heart churned.
"Mika," said mama. I turned to her, I'll turn my eyes toward the position. Yes, right now I'm looking at the color of the clothes he was wearing. Colors are already familiar in the ears. That color ...?
"Blue?" I said a little hesitant, but confident that the color name. Mama smiled at my words. Then, she hugged me.
"Gosh, Mika. Mama did not believe it. You ... know the color blue? "Asked mama proud. I nodded happy. It turns out, really, it's blue.
Mama kissed my forehead gently. Then, he smiled proud of me. I'm happy, because it can see mama happy.

It is thought unlikely, has now become possible. It is initially difficult, has now become easy. And this is all thanks to encouragement from the people we love. Do not give up is the key word.

Time keeps running. Dusk arrived. I want to tell about the day's events on Seiyyo. But, once I got to the hill. None anyone. I could only smile as he imagined he was in front of me.
"Seiyyo, thank you. Thanks to you, Mom and Dad happy because of me. And it's all because of you. Seiyyo, just so you know, I ... "
"Mika?" Said someone who makes a speech to a halt. I turned down the sound source, it turns out he Seiyyo!
"Seiyyo!" I cried happy, then approached. Seiyyo seemed surprised to see the joy of the face. However, he became excited when they saw excited. So do I.
"Seiyyo, hear, deh. Now, I already know the blue! "I said happy.
"Really?" He did not believe, but with a happy tone. I nodded definitely. He smiled, then pulled my hand.
"In this world, it is sometimes impossible things become possible. Originally we want to try. All would be possible, "said Seiyyo. Her words touched my heart. I wanted to say my true feelings. But, not for the moment. If we indeed mate. He would continue to be there at my side.

Lord, thank you, you have given me the best in my life. Twilight you're my friend, you're my hero as well Seiyyo first love.
I clutched the hand Seiyyo. Looked at the sky at dusk with the same thought. Toward a beautiful future, soon to come!

END

Dad ... this I

Stiff little body shiver ... he sat on the other side of the pavement, while still shivering .. suddenly two well-built, dark figure approached

"Basic Kids do not know yourself !!!, dare dare you try to run away ..."
The little girl was silent as he continued cold, round eyes glazed magnitude ... eyelids swell ...
Two men were also brought him to an old building that is half finished in the corner as he continued cursing and kicking the girl.

When they came into the big room was stuffy, there are dozens of pairs of eyes that looked in horror along bitterly against the girl, she still occasionally kicked and pushed his head by two middle-aged men. Several times he whimpered, but looked moans that he was trying to save it ... I do not know how long she survived, had a lot of blood dripping from his lips.
"You see this, you have to be able, when trying to escape from here ... basic bitch! rubbish! "still, the woman was still froze ... he kicked again, increase heart sad dozens of pairs of eyes of the beholder .. melancholy mingled pity and fear.

The second man pulled her shirt, he fumbled in his pocket ... searching for something he wants
"Damn! What can you bring? The body just your trash! "the man said as he spat on the helpless girl. The little girl with the man's saliva wash his hands, occasionally moaning in pain.
"You have to make it up, already 4 days you ran away, and did not bring any money, tomorrow ... you have to bring Storan 5 times more than usual. I do not want to know! "again, he was kicked and spat ...
The men did not take it away to leave, glowering at each pair of eyes that were there ..

Compassion brought her into the stuffy room that is not worth mentioning, as the rooms, but they call it a room. The girl was laid compassion ... compassion immediately take a damp cloth to wash her wounds. However, not ready attached blood was cleaned, the girl, refused to be cleaned again.
"What happened to you? Why are you silent? I wonder with you ... you always silent when tortured by Burhan and Yanto ... "
However, the girl was returned silent
"Do not be like this, and the other I could not bear to see you ... you're a good girl ... but why do you want to work with conscious in this Hell, when you know what the risk is ... tomorrow I look for Storan more, will I shared with you, so that you can pay Storan mu "
Still and still it remains silent, who knows what he thinks, his eyes look empty and silent, occasionally he held her hand, while a small groan.
"Answer me, speak ... I do not need you ... I never shut up I could not help anything for you but I was human, I know what you feel, I've been tortured like that ..."
He was still silent, not speaking or budging at all.
"Oh well, maybe you still do not believe me ... I understand ... you ... tomorrow's rest day is hard on you"
Asih was left of the girl.

The next day, before the other occupants of the building was opened eyes, the little girl was already walking through the streets, singing and clean the glass car stopped at a red light.
Lunch was docked, a new 30,000 money he earned, he still had to look for more money, he purposely did not eat so the money is not reduced at all. He held the collapse of the stomach, whimpering hungry. but, he did not flinch at all to buy food. While singing, he was glancing into the trash a restaurant just down the road, hoping there are leftovers. but unfortunately, scavengers have first pick. He continued to smile to every motorist while singing songs of melodious voice, and is striving to bring enough money to pay setorannya to Burhan.

Twilight was creeping, he sat on the side of the road while calculating income. It's too far from enough, and he had to bend over backwards. He washed peluhnya staring at the sky, suddenly compassion come, and handed the money sepuluhribuan. The girl shook her head as she looked small.
"Come on ... you too often take to help me, do you remember when I deposit money used to buy drugs first? you're right that help? that if you give money would you use to buy your meal to me, so I was not tortured by Burhan, the bastard man ...! asshole! "
Instantly, her outlook changed to be sharp against compassion, and he ran off just silent compassion compassionate confused to see her, not exhausted asih think, why the girl was too weak and different from the usual.

Her little feet running came Burhan who is cool to play gambling with his friends ... He handed me the money that he gets it. Burhan immediately counted the money that had just given her.
"Damn! I told setoranmu for 5 days ... You think I'm messing around with my words? "Roger pulled the girl's hair until her body slightly raised, then threw it to the floor of the tiny body ...
"To hell with the old are you, to hell with polosmu face, or your wounds ..." again, she kicked and slapped, and more! Blood was pouring.
"Tomorrow, you should be able to as much money as setoranmu are still lacking, otherwise ...! I made you die! "Burhan resumed gambling game, while the girl passed away to his room.

Arriving he was in the room, he immediately lay down ... the more chills and body pain. Compassion to him and rubbed his blood is pouring, but soon the girl might refuse and throw hand compassion. Asih not say anything, he just shut up and go lie down beside her.

The next morning, residents of old buildings it back, no ... The little girl with no head wounds all over his body, still weeping, holding a piece of paper stained with blood. Burhan came up with panic. He stammered and was confused.
"Fast, Fast guys corpse buried behind the building, I do not want this corpse still here."
Burhan compassion came and gave him a piece of paper full of blood stains. Burhan astonishment and did not understand, and then he read the paper

^^ Dad ... This I Alya, son ...
Maybe you do not know anymore I looked like. Because, when you're gone ... I was 4 years old.
I still remember the soft hands Father, remember your warm kiss ...
I still remember your arms ... Because you're my father yesterday, today, and forever later.
Father ... mother has died, He disease cervical cancer.
The two of us in a small house that is always waiting for you, hoping you will come ... not hope to bring a lot of money, but hope can meet up to do with you and Dad.
Armed with the address of a pack of village heads who once accidentally saw in Jakarta, I came here ... I want to be close to you ...
I bet you never really forget. You never really left me.
It did not take so familiar to you dad, enough to see you every day, for me is enough.
I want diciumimu again father, like it used to ... no matter your clothes smell of smoke, no matter what Sebau kecupanmu sweat ... I miss my father.
I'm happy my father, because in the seconds last ... I can still see you ... I love you Dad ...
Please forgive all my mistakes ^^

Suddenly, tears fell from the corners of the eyes Burhan, he took her body to millions of guilt ... He kissed each of her skin. Rubbed his face rigid ... wash his wounds were still fresh. He was carrying his tiny body .. as he kept kissing him. Getting into tears, her face became wet with tears. Seen millions of remorse and guilt ... Didekapannya, it is his many years dirinduinya but nevertheless the abandonment of many years. mistaken in his mind, a great sense of anger at himself. Because he had killed his own son. He recalled, every treatment of what he did to her, insult, insults, curses, kicks, slaps, punches and all sore from her ordeal. Paired eye view while holding emotion and tears .. .They do not ever have to be sad or sorry for Roger scolded him angrily.

"Honey, I'm sorry ... I'm sorry your dad this father son, father forgive ... you loved me forever .. I've sinned menelantarkanmu father and mother, and kill you, I will not have a right hand to touch you again ... I'm sorry my son .." Says Roger softly while continuing to drip tears.

He stood upright while holding the body of her son, her son's body Dimandikannya, dishalatinya, and buried the body of the little girl. Looks sweet smile Alya in final rest. And up there, he was happy to see his father kissed him for the last time.