The morning was cloudy already coming very diligently. ah I have to leave early again ya. I thought. know just where I live far enough away with my study. and I must willingly travel on foot.
my dad has died since I was in grade 5 sd. my mother sold fried food in the market next to the house to survive and finance me and my 2 older siblings.
my elder sister mbak rina is married and now lives with her husband. her husband mas gading a smp honorary teacher. who knows for myself the salary of a teacher I do not need to write or I scratch in this pen.
my 2nd sister mbak lala. also married and also already living with her husband amir amir. mas amir pengawai kelurahan. do not think the village where I grew up is a village that has received appreciation from the city. or whatever his name could make my village into the advanced category. my village is remote. away from the crowd. and the salaries of kelurahan employees are not from government incentives. but from the land or village rice fields that each employee rationed 1 plot of rice fields to dikelolah own results to support the family.
and I. the last child herself by whining at the mother in order to move forward from my siblings to be able to study 12 years. I ignored the presidential message that required a 9-year school. but I ask for more.
consequently my mother allowed me with the consequences today that I faced. rain that does not want to go as if to tear down the rest of the spirit that every day I have to pump.
a distance of 8 km I have to travel by foot and the conditions of the road that I really want to show to the honorable president's father. so that soon there will be fresh air from the capital for my village.
ci, fast gih eat it. this is noon. Today's mother is not into the market. from last night the rain continued. your pocket money yesterday still exist right? yesterday gorengannya still many leftovers.
I swallowed. hear mother's babble. ah if father is still there. I thought.
cici! quickly set off. shouted the mother from the kitchen. I gasped. I spontaneously finished my drink and ran towards my mother.
cici farewell bu. assalamualiaikum. I say kissing my mother's hand. the smell of my onion.
well here I am now. wearing a daddy raincoat. I'm barefoot. my shoe I put in my bag. I am not willing to rain water stroked shoes that can only 3 months I bought by saving 6 months. I walked down a muddy road. understand the course has not been on the asphalt. I speed up my steps because the rain is getting heavier. I do not want to take shelter. because it will only increase my time delay.
ci! cici! Wait.....
lila. my different village classmates from me. ran up to me.
do not you usually walk?
I asked when he managed to teach me.
the tire leaked. lilac
I noticed him. lilac shoes still worn. and he did not care if his shoes smelled mud. and a nice raincoat. flower-colored pink flowers. lila is quite lucky. his father was a village mantri. and her mother had a sizable grocery store in the market where my mother was selling.