Rudimentary
morning sun reveals itself in a towering mountain peak covered much
sky, drip-by-drip dew seemed to give freshness to the grass waving in
the breeze seemed to welcome the small sun that seemed to be showing the
12-hour figure is hiding somewhere. laughter small child in an old hut which probably can not wait to run, play or activities that make him happy. dimly
lit seen the child opened the door and bring a glass of rice he used to
sprinkle on chicken feed that she had on the morning after he woke up,
the child began to fall on all fours on the bale bamboo tall adult knee,
one by one chicken went
up to the child until the child is surrounded by a lot of chicken, this
kid comes from a village in the town sumedang (INDONESIA), which was
born of the family under the simple word, he was born on 19,03,1992,
black and small, live according to him is always sweet, because at that moment he did not know and understand what the meaning of life. Sun continues to rotate to follow the shaft as well as the time goes on tirelessly. A
short children's story that gradually grows with a sweet smile that
smile when she began to learn what it means to live, his entrance him to
the elementary school, the first school in Indonesia in 1998-1999
time he was six years old, she was always in the first week escorted by
her father or mother, walking toward the school,through a small street in the middle of corn fields and cassava, with grasping money 500 rupiah may currently only be in exchange for a three-candy, but step by step he enjoyed with a smile even though her shoes a little damp from the dew clinging to the grass, but he lived with spirit. "but all this is the beginning of a new child", scolds his mother reminds the child son
of his only reply with a small smile did not understand what his mother
said, a week had he attended elementary school and began to feel the
difference between him and his friends, the longer the more he felt the
difference is, he never asked her in a tone slightly afraid she said "mother why my pocket money is only enough to buy five small grains fried meatballs.?" "while my friends can three times to buy food for himself." his
mother was stunned to see her son asked about it, gently he replied "we
are different with their son, let alone give an allowance large, can be
eaten with fried tofu wrote us already grateful, you are still lucky to
bring pocket money, although only sell to buy 3
eggs fried meatballs, maybe someday you will not take him in when our
finances were no income "as he rubbed his hair were again downcast. The
more he thought about it the more he understood and began to touch the
rigors of life, "it was afternoon my son entered the house and went to
sleep" always so every afternoon if no homework from school he went to
sleep, his desire to watch television only during the day, it also
passengers watch to its neighbors. Crickets
accompany a lonely night, a cold wind through the walls made of woven
bamboo bone-chilling, at a time like this was her heart began to ask
"why I created different from the others.?" but
usually it is forgotten by severe drowsiness, may cure only that SLEEP,
and perhaps not forever, and sleep is not going to change everything,
but he could just be patient and be patient. When
the holidays arrive he played only marbles with his friends, in every
game there must be chatter chatter and chided, there is only that he
received when he was playing with his friends, some say the chicken
house because perhaps his house blend with the chicken coop, he does not
never
angry first maybe he thought what was said a friend of his was true, to
both him afraid of his friends who are always in the arts by his
parents, the little black always hold her sorrow until the lashing, it
makes him stronger to accept the scolding scolding next,
in life he was always patient with all the trials, six months have
passed with all her pain she continued to learn to keep the pain itself
may he thinks only he should feel the pain of insults they were not to
be heard by parents, the shoes he once wore to school jet
black now black fading and already damaged, socks that were once
tightly stuck to his feet now sagging sagging on one knee, he was
thinking of buying beraspun mother has trouble afford moreover I'm in
traded a pair of new shoes and socks, he chose silence is not never complained about it.! the
splashing rain steps tired to think of anything he wants, and see his
friends he was jealous but he was never envious, every friend must have
been in between picked up from school by bringing umbrellas or
protective rain more, but he just rely on banana leaves that he taken
from plantations in the street, because his parents are busy with
farming to pay for school, he never expected to come home already
available warm rice and side dishes, just cold rice overnight available,
because he knows his mother must not come home from the garden, home
school he or she is not silent, he immediately lit a brazier to warm
rice for him and his mother to eat, or not cold rice that she made fried
rice, because that's what he can and he able,
to add flavor he adds a little flavor, do not have to wait long after
he finished frying the rice, he set aside the fried rice is to the
mother if her mother's home, with a plate made of zinc him eat greedily
as if he did not care lack
of the side dishes friend rice, after eating she was rushed to the
dressing and dwell in huts whose floor is made of bamboo board, when he
saw a glass window and saw a woman wearing a hat that aga little running
because of the rain, he was a little grin when he is convinced that is
his mother, he opened the back door and innocently said "my mother
cooked rice left in the basket of rice last night, and I menyisakannya
to mother" with his little hand she gave a plate of fried rice to his
mother, with a smile of his mother replied, "if you have eaten my son .? " , "already ma'am, I've had enough" he took his mother to drink. "had
my son let mothers take their own" continued her mother who forbids her
to fetch drinking water in a water weight,"you're my strong child" said her mother, "the day before the
afternoon showers and the sooner you do your school work" is not much to
say he went to take a bath.Day
after day goes up does not feel he was growing up, twelve years have
passed, now he had graduated from vocational schools in the city
sumedang, with sacrifice and hard work of his parents now he can choose
the best path for his own destiny. "now
I've graduated from this vocational school, I might not continue to
trouble a mother, I will prove to them that always makes my heart a
little worse with their chatter" in his heart he grumbled.! lapse
of two months from the graduation of her he received in a company's
bricks are light as a mechanical machine in the city of offerings over
the years, little by little his life changed though not thrive but he
sure suatusaat dust he collected item by grain will produce sand dune large,
after the employment contract in the company ended he continued to try a
different company from the department, such as being a driver forklift,
to be programmers support in an enterprise network, up to now he is
still sticking with his harsh life and insults before the time comes, I I am aware that once just an ordinary butterfly larvae, has now become a beautiful butterfly steel though not perfect.!
"people whose dependence with his parents will affect not good for its future"
