The sound of a rooster crowing so loudly through the holes of my room cubicle. the sound of the hamsters colliding with the lisung woke me from my deep sleep. Immediately I realized and remember that today is Monday. I hurriedly picked up a towel and dashed toward a well not far from my house. I passed a mother who was busy pounding rice for food supply for the next three days. For a few seconds I watched my mother, and resumed my intention to bathe in the well that was behind my house.
Today I am grateful for still awake this morning. The clock's needle from the old watch of Dad hanging on the wall of my house has shown at 7:24 minutes. There is still time to go to school. But, given the distance and my trip to the school location, it made me a little worried about going to the lessons so far. I hope the teacher will understand me again.
"Mother, why not wake up Ncung this morning ?. Ncung kan today school ". I asked the mother as she prepared the rice to squeeze for my stock.
"Mother has awakened you cung, but you just turned the body from tengkurep so supine, continue to sleep again. Yes you do not think you want to go to school. "Reply Mother with a very soft tone and thrusting rice with a side dish to eat oseng cassava leaves and green chilli sauce wrapped in banana leaves. A few minutes I was silent, feeling guilty.
"Mak, where are you? From Early Ncung not see it. "Ask me then.
"Your father went to the stalls looking for plastic," replied Mother as she continued to pound the morning.
"Where's the usual plastic whisk?"
"Dipake your father yesterday, for the morning seed container."
I paused again. Actually my feelings are getting more agitated, because it's time for me to go to school, but you have not come yet. And not long afterwards, your burly body began to appear from a distance. Emerging from the sidelines of the banana tree crowds behind my house. I breathed a sigh of relief and approached him to greet him and say good-bye.
"Mak, Ncung leave ya!"
"Yeah boy, learn that right!"
"Yes Mak, Assalamu'alaikum!"
"Wa'alaikumsalam!" Replied Emak.
Not long afterwards Calling from outside.
"Ncuuung !! Ayoo! already afternoon.!"
"Yes sir!" I replied a little shout and hurried to Dad.

I walked in the tail behind you. Down the path that led me to a river. As always my journey to school, always accompanied by the chirping of birds that terhinggap in shady trees on my left and right. However, the coolness of this morning was a little unbearable, because the anxiety was with me today. Father step faster, I run a little running after him.
"Come on Cung, hurry up! Do not let you get too late to go to school. "Said Mr. with his footsteps getting faster.
"Yes sir.!" I replied.
"You do not usually spend Cung. Why? "He asked in a flat voice.
"Emm, last night Ncung can not sleep sir. A lot of mosquitoes. "
Dad did not say anymore. I know you must feel guilty. Because there is no money to buy mosquito coils overnight.
Finally, we arrived at a river. The biggest river in our village. To waver, about 15 meters distance away. Not as usual, I noticed the flow of the river a little tight. My worries peaked and my heart began to pound. I think you are also a bit worried even though it looks calm to watch the flow of water. Fixed my eyes on the old wooden bridges that had long since crumbled. For about a year our only access bridge to cross the river is not repaired, due to lack of funds.
"Come on. Come in. "Dad's appeal surprised me from daydreaming. Dad widened a large clear plastic mouth, about the size of a sack of rice. Simply fit for my small size.
"Sir, the stream is fast." I did not get into the plastic immediately because of anxiety.
"Not Cung. Do not worry. It's a little tight. Come on, I'll miss learning it. "I exclaimed calmly.
I started putting my legs one by one into plastic. Until finally my whole body is in it with a curled position. Then, father put the air in, then tied it up. This is what we used to do when we went to a school far across the river. Father's idea when the bridge can not be used again to cross. Because the water flow is not too heavy and the water depth is as high as the waist and the chest of an adult, this idea comes from you, so that the uniform that I remember is not exposed to water, and that I can stay in school. Because if using a raft or boat, the flow of water will take it downstream and difficult to control. Two friends from my village also did the same thing for about a year. And today, my two friends have gone to school sooner for sure.
Dad let go of his flip-flops, and began to enter the water current. Father's hand holds the plastic tightly. Slowly I'm a bit afloat. My heart was beating. Saranya wanted to get to the river bank. With great care you cross this river. Her footsteps groped the bottom of the river so as not to step on the slippery rock. Step by step Bapak raises my hope to arrive safely.
a little more, you will bring me to the river. But all of a sudden.
Buurrrrrrrr ... Dad's feet slipped. Dad tried to reach his right hand for something that could be grabbed and held back so as not to drift away. My heart is almost dislodged, My feelings are chaotic, my fear is mounting, I can not resist the tears. Bapak's left hand grew closer to holding the plastic right at the position of the bond. And luckily, Dad managed to reach the roots of a tree that dangled to the side of the river, and brought me closer and finally we arrived at the river bank.
Dad opened the plastic rope and pulled me out.
"Already, until." Said Bapak with breath still panting. I took my whole body out of the plastic, and looked at Daddy sitting under the ground.
"It's almost Cung. Haha. "Said Bapak again with a little laugh. In a situation that almost took my life, you still had a laugh. My father is a very great man, beyond the officials in the city.
Dad saw me wiping my wet eyes from crying out in terror.
"Hufh, do not craze. Just so you cry Ncung. Men must be brave, not crying, well! "Said Bapak again by stroking my head and standing up. I just nodded.
"Been there to school. Learning the right can be a great person. "Said Bapak again with the spirit that always radiated in him.
"Yes sir, Assalamu'alaikum." I took your hand and said good-bye.
A few steps I started to move away from the river. I turned back toward the river again, and paused for a moment to see the father who had been in the middle of the river to cross and return home.
"Sir, Ncung promises to study hard and earnestly. Ncung will not waste your great sacrifice against the stream of this river. Ncung will be a great person and have a lot of money to build villages and bridges in this river. So that later, Ncung's younger brothers can easily and safely cross the river and go to school. Aamiin. "
THE END