Bakoh Shoulder

Chapter 158

The doorbell reads, Sakti wears a red hat typical of elementary school children to cover the head from the sun this afternoon.

Nobody greeted him, it was good. He also doesn't like to talk to other people. His mother did not come to pick him up, Sakti knows his mother has not come home from the market. Usually there is his grandfather who follows him, but maybe this afternoon the grandfather was not able to come to pick him up.

"Hey.. Prospective thugs don't have fathers! Your walk? Didn't ask to be picked up by your father, huh?" The other child's ejek is bigger than Sakti.

Sakti's heart aches if their taunts already carry his father's name. What's the matter what they really are? Even children as small as Sakti did not escape the cruelty of bullying.

Sakti who was silent did not respond made a group of children that had been ignited by emotions. Roughly, one of them pulled the bag that Sakti was wearing. Makes Sakti fall backward.

"Budeg huh? If asked, answer degbudeg!!" The impact cannot be taken for granted.

Today his feelings are not good, want to get angry and vent emotions. It just so happened that someone was looking for trouble with him, if he had to be taken to the teacher's room it didn't matter to him. It's been a lot too.

"Wake up! Glare, I want to plug your eyes, huh??" Again, a snatch from one of his upperclassmen sounded unfriendly in his ear.

When he was about to wake up, Sakti felt that something was pushing him forward until he fell down. The others helping? No. gabe. They laughed as if the sight was something funny.

Enough is! Sakti with her small body pulled the legs of the person from earlier kept shouting towards her. Sakti's opponent fell, but there was no accompanying laughter like when Sakti was falling. They're furious.

Roughly pulling the Sakti, someone accidentally threw Sakti with iced tea in the plastic so that it made the uniform wet. Sakti did not stay still, his hand caught anyone who was close to him. With rough feet Sakti in use to kick the person who succeeded him piting.

Not until there, Sakti used his bag for him to flick in all directions encouraging people who want to tease him again.

"Crazy people.. Crazy fellow.." Keep at. The sound that I can hear.

Crying was no longer the path Sakti chose to face all the insults he received. If it is considered naughty can make him retaliate against the behavior of his friends, then it does not matter to him if the word naughty pinned for him.

They left Sakti with wet clothes also dirty, had fallen on the ground earlier made his elbow blisters. His pants are no less dirty, huuft... Sakti sighed. Unbutton his shirt one by one and pat the dirty parts in his pants so as not to look dirty.

The wet uniform he put in the bag, the hat he no longer wears. Like the fate of the uniform that had entered the bag, the hat was in the same place.

Instead of going home, she wanted to go to her father who had been sleeping eternally at the public cemetery. His steps were slow, he did not want to rush. Longing overcame the hunger within him.

While walking he recalled the memories of his father being alive. It is still clear in his memory when they often go around on a motorbike after his father came home from work. Kiss hug he can when welcoming his father home from duty as a backbone after a day ngojek make a living for the family.

"Well.. Sakti kangen's.." Sluggishly.

Half an hour later, the boy finally arrived at the place he was going. Public cemetery.

Sakti used her hands for padding, putting her head on the mound of dirt as if she was complaining in her father's lap. No sound, he was busy calming his heart. Occasionally his tiny hands were used to wipe his father's headstone.

So painful was the burden that Sakti endured that he could not speak in front of his father's navel. For a child of the Sakti age, the grave might be a creepy place but not with Sakti. Because it was in the grave that he was able to meet the tomb of his father, the eternal resting place when someone had completed his life contract with the Divine.

"Well.. Sakti Sakti is dirty, Sakti was fighting again. I don't like Sakti being naughty like this?" He said in the same position.

"Well.-" His lips seemed to be confused to re-open the voice. He felt that all this was unfair to him.

Sakti stared at the nano on her father's tombstone. His eyes were misty, and the tears were spilling again. She tried not to cry but still she was not that strong.

I don't know how long Sakti's been there, he doesn't know what time it is. Until she felt a hand gently stroking her hair. Sakti thought it was just his hallucination. The boy did not immediately look towards the figure that was behind him.

"Go home, son.. From earlier ibuk nyari you everywhere, if you really want to come here you can say it used to be the same mother. Must be anterine mother," Shopiah did not until the heart scolded Sakti when she found her son lying on the mound of the earth of her husband's tomb.

"They're.." Sakti can no longer speak.

Through that cry the person who did not know Sakti would know that the child was very sad. Shopiah also dissolves in the sadness created. But, once again.. Sakti did not dare to tell me about what he had experienced during this time in school.

Whether what kind of fear envelops Sakti's heart, in fact he prefers to harbor all his own taste.

"Oh, is there any wind in Dad's place?" Tanya Sakti slowly.

"Windy? Why sis?" Tanya Shopiah tried to calm her heart so as not to cry in front of her son.

"Yes.. Wind buk. If anything, I'd like to nitip this windy greeting to dad.. Fathering.. Sakti kangen daddy.. Well.. Sakti wants to see dad.. Once, well, Sakti wants me to hug Sakti again.. Well.. Sakti won't be naughty anymore, Sakti promised.. Asal Sakti can meet dad.. Once, yeah, can't ya? Did Sakti senakal it until father went ninggalin Sakti same mother like gini.. Well.. Sakti kangen daddy.."

"Dad.. Sakti will not ask for toys anymore, Sakti will not skip school, Sakti promised.. Sakti promise well.."

Repeat the boy many times. Shopiah could no longer stem her tears, she held her son tightly. He realized lately he was too busy looking for money to ignore the feelings of his son who would need attention from him.

"Father must be very kangen same you brother, but brother should not be kayak gini.. I'll be sad, brother.." Persuade Shopiah.

Can only his late father and mother be sad? She can't, like that? Does he have to suppress his feelings forever? Always pretending to be okay? Is it like that? Sakti thought in her sobs.