Sun On the Edge Twilight
The legs running around, chasing each shoe tapping accompaniment of laughter, squealing sound in the ears of Aisha, while her eyes were still busy combing the atmosphere boisterous, exuberant faces of candidates for his friends.Unaware'd been lips knot sweetest smile was no less happy than they were. Even he could see the twinkle twinkle tersuar, glowed out of the classroom aura colorful, glowing. Has long he missed today. Always looking forward to the atmosphere in him have. And finally God gave him the opportunity to taste the taste it again. The joy of school! Her heart really wants out and danced until his legs could not stand up anymore. Not a single word that can describe the feelings.
Last year the Aisha school strike. Not continue to junior high school after graduating from elementary school, because her parents can not afford the school fees at that time. His father says that Aisha while staying at home. Learn to paint with him. Small-boned girl and shoulder-length hair was obeyed, although his heart still wants to school. Aisha intelligent student.Always gets a rating of 5 in the class. For a year at home he diligently studied painting from the guidance of the father, although his father rarely home. Either work or other matters, Ayesha never know.
One day he heard the news that the school year will soon be over. He joy. Latent desire back sticking out. With the passionate spirit of the father he revealed his desire to go back to school. He agreed. After all, now the mother had gone abroad to become migrant workers (Labor Women) and always sent money monthly to the house, though never enough because the needs of the larger family of revenue. Meanwhile, there is a coincidence in his village school of government assistance program for poor families. Unexpectedly Pak RT also has to include Aisha as with the scholarship. Aisha was complete happiness. This aspiration to more schools will soon be realized.
Then came today. The third day of MOS (Student Orientation) at his new school. Aisha was still smiling, but still sit on the bench because he did not know any friends. It was like the first entered school. Her heart was pounding up to his stomach as there are floating in there.Rather quiet atmosphere of the classroom and all the students sit at their desks for a moment and then bell teacher tutors or coaches brother will immediately step in and fill the agenda for today.
A woman wearing a service uniform brown color and veiled walked through the door, stopped in front of the class, then opened a folder in front of his face.
"Whose name is called, please outward and report to space TU (Administration)." The word woman and then began to recite one by one student name, and then they are referred directly to the outside of class. Aisha remembered him someone who served in the room TU, when his name joined terlantun of the woman's mouth. She got up and immediately passed to the TU space.
Some students amid swarming around one table, while Aisha entered the room which is located in the space between the principal and the teacher's toilet. Then he, too diffuse. Rows lined up, waiting their turn behind the boys. After each received a flyer paper with a list keterangaan unpaid costs and a card-which mendapat- scholarship participants. Aisha and all the students listen to the information officer TU which oblige them to finish before the end MOS, because next Monday the start of the first semester of school lessons. Which means to be 'today'.
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Aisha pensive staring at a piece of paper and a green card in hand, while occasionally glanced behind the school building. Some time ago her absurdly happy, now it is only the poor boy.Unexpectedly father does not pay his registration fees, and now knows where he is. Aisha confused. Though he knew the money was mandated by a special mother for her school fees.There upset, sad, confused, mixed into one. And now, in the pocket just enough money to travel home alone. Aisha grandmother always gave him an allowance mediocre. Even during the school he never snack.
The paper he glanced back. It is clear, as if the letters inked in black and white sheet until striking translucent pupil stabbing pain radiating heart. While the card is like a patient who needs to be rushed to the ER (Emergency Room) at the Department of Education because parents name listed does not match the name on her elementary school diploma. The choice is obviously to stay one, which is to improve the card today to the Department of Education. But the problem is ... home? What for? He was not sure her grandmother have more money for the time being. Daily meals just always dig the hole closed. But if not immediately, then tomorrow Monday he was not allowed to go to class. His throat felt hampered something solid and hard.Increasingly darkening cloud over his head.
No. He did not want to waste the opportunity in sight for granted. Painstakingly been struggling so far and then give up because of a drop scratches upside down? No! All that will not shake the earnest intention had been carried in his heart. He must fight to the death. He should be. He certainly can! Said TU Teachers, Education Office located next to the police station in the district office. So this is where Ayesha was.
"Peace be, sir, 'said Ayesha on two police officer standing in front of the building which he believes is the most feared of the
criminals." Yes, Dek. What is it? "Said one of them, a friendly
smile." I want to fix this card, "said Aisha as she shows a green card in his
hand." What here Department of Education? "He continued, when the card has changed hands on the police
officer." Oh, this is not the Department of Education, deck. "Two police giggle.
"I can see, sir. But my teacher said the Department of Education office located next to the police station, "Aisha explains. Somewhat annoyed been ridiculed.
"It may mean Master Adek after the Police station, it is a few kilos from here there is the Department of Education on elementary schools in the wholesale market."
"Then I was wrong dong, sir." Complained Aisha, bowed his head for shame crawling face to become red.
"Well, thank you very much, sir," said Aisyah passed, after two policeman were reminded to be careful.
Aisha returned to find his fury widened because of loose change in his pocket behind only enough for one way. But he also knows, lies the central market just a few kilometers from where he stood.
Day more daylight. Warm sun has turned into a sting ray skin and sweat that out of the pores.Ayesha wiped his forehead with the back of the hands, while the faithful down a path that feels increasingly stepped up even longer just looks. Her throat was dry as sand grains scattered in there. In his mind he was determined not to give up. He wants schools. Learn, make friends, and menwujudkan ideals that one day want to be useful. For parents and beloved country. He wanted to be a teacher. And he knows only he himself can change the fate. He did not want to blame his father who went to bring the tuition or the heat of the sun today.
After 45 minutes of walking, finally reached nevertheless Aisha in front of the Department of Education. Listed capital letters above the door -not one else is true destination. With half a sense of relief he passed through the door and was immediately greeted by the desk and a pile of folders colorful in sight.
"Olina," says Aisha, "I want to fix the name on this card." While his right hand held out a card green to a man sitting behind a desk cluttered.
"Put it on the table." The man said, without looking the slightest. Gaze straight, struggling with a black bulpoin above similar cards belonging to Aisha. He scribbled letters-which possible- not appropriate or needs to be repaired. Eyes almost off, when he knew that the cards troubled it was exactly like his and the numbers there are dozens. Not to mention that exist in the map's colors. He swallowed.
"Sir, may know my card until when repaired?" It sounds disrespectful. Given that, certainly, Mr the cape once the hundreds of jobs that must be completed it. But his heart as if to shout, can not be muted, anxious to know that the lump was gone. Restless it. The man looked up, his eyes locking eyes Aisha. Bleary gaze. Little seemed irritated already disturbed. "Deck, you see yourself the same case as yours was not a bit," he sighed, "so you did not know. But the father would seek as soon as possible. "
Actually Aisha wants to ask further, what if his card until late or can not be repaired anymore?While Guru TU has been explained in detail about the students who have not paid the registration are not allowed to join a lesson for next Monday. Whether the dream will end up here? Her goal for the school to be abandoned before it began? Become a teacher. Teaching in class and occasionally give punishment to the errant child, will probably always be a delusion.
Warm clear imperceptibly been shed on the cheek Aisha. Back wedge dense and hard that meets the throat. He bowed his head. Lesuh sense suddenly crawling body.
As her mind foggy, rain water gurgling increasingly dense red-white uniforms made directly soaked in the dark afternoon. By slowly he crossed the highway, waiting for public transport on the other side of the road, heading home.
Suddenly from a distance looked a black Avanza car that drove at speeds above the normal slipping on the asphalt for paving the patter of rain water that causes the wheels to the car's speed is not stable. Aisha looked up, when appropriate, the headlights are blinding view, followed by the screech and rumble of lightning hit him. He bounced a few meters away, fell like a sack of potatoes, lying on the asphalt. Instantaneous eyes blackened.
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Squeak sound melodious sounds of wild birds as bersahut-said, welcoming golden sunshine as shyly peeping behind the clouds. No less sweetly with the laughter of little girls -jenjang TK being watered colorful flowers in front of their class. Today 'day gardening' which had become routine Education Foundation kindergarten, elementary, junior high to the high school. While the other class also seemed preoccupied with their own affairs. There were pulling weeds, planting new trees, fertilize and some are jostling with his friends. All of the students seemed to enjoy this beautiful day. The sun seemed to smile unceasingly like the smile of a woman sitting in a wheelchair who was watering the flowers along the little girls on the right side of his left.
"Mom, the roses are already blooming, already blooming!" Shouted one of them, jumping up and down a little, joy.
"Ah ... you're right, Nila," said the woman in the wheelchair that.
"This is all thanks to the crafts you take care of these flowers and always keen to learn. "continued the old woman, who praised them in unison replied," That's me, Mom !? "The old woman giggled see the funny behavior of his students were.
"Mother headmaster, now it's time," interrupted Mrs. Nining, vice principal.
The old woman smiled, when looking up at Mrs. Nining.
Then say, "Mom Nining, just call me Mrs. Aisha alone. Do not need to be formal in the garden. "
The old woman, -Bu Aisyah- in his heart unceasingly give thanks for all the gifts that God has given. His struggle was not in vain. The passionate enthusiasm of the first never extinguished, despite obstacles and trials successive hit, she could continue studying in order to materialize the ideals sacred. Similarly, he always remind the children of their students, because when seriously all must be achieved. This aspiration to become a teacher, has been reached.
Short Story Essay: Amelia Mella