DON'T GIVE UP

GROWING HOPE

"Damor..."

I glanced at the other benches, all my friends laughed softly maybe they had made their slacks but I was still confused what to write because there was no idea in my brain.

"Ehh chairman... This is kumpulin" my group members handed over their duties to me who was working on the task.

"Ah yes" I replied while grabbing the task paper from my group members.

"Don't read first the chairman was collected only first so that it will be read later" he said once again to me.

" tasks are gathered let's hurry!" the teacher told all the groups to collect the tasks given.then, I also wrote quickly and originally wrote because the time was almost up.

I also collected assignments spelled by the teacher and one by one also collected.after that, I,I also approached the seat to the group table but all of his group friends were immediately indifferent to my presence they chatted with each other except me who was just silent and gawking because no one invited me for chatting.

"Everything is covered" asked the teacher.

"All sir" replied.

"Alright, now the teacher will call one by one to read the pantun made."

the teacher opened one by one the sheets of paper assignments of all students then the teacher told some children to go forward reading the results done in front of friends.

"Yanto, here go try to bacain your results" the teacher has called one by one to read it.everything makes a funny pantun until we laugh loudly.but, the teacher has called one by one, the look on my face was doubtful about the results of the pantun made me whether it could succeed as well as others or not.

"Now afrizal" the teacher finally called me to come forward to read out the results of my duties..

now it's my turn to read the pantun made,I came forward with my head down because my friends with their faces saw me walking forward.I was in front of my friends and the teacher handed me the paper to read now.

I was a little nervous and sighed for a while, and he read his pantun.

TWO POINT TWO COMA,

JUST HERE.

everyone fell silent because they heard my pantun that had no funny impression.

"Is that doang zal??" Ask the teacher to me, "yes" I replied briefly.

"Yes, sit back to your seat. Repeat again and try to make a funny pantun well" the teacher told me to repeat the pantun again so that the results are good.

I also returned to the seat sluggishly because the pantun he made was not successful.when in the middle of the trip I squeezed the paper task tightly because I was too emotional involuntarily ripped my paper task made everything turn towards me, even the teacher who wanted to call another child looked at me.

the teacher who saw also asked "what is zal??".

Turning my head to the teacher, I answered "nothing" if the teacher knew my heart he would not make this theme.all my classmates make slick pantun but I am still focused on doing the task and when there is a child who makes pantun on my behalf.

"Walk to buy srikaya,

Pay him a coin.

Hi introduce me rich man,

And Afrizal the poor"

Instantly the whole class laughed, I who heard it immediately turned to look at the child.when all laughed only the teacher was silent to hear the pantun read by the child.

"Mas, are you making a jokey pantun or what the hell? clearly this is written do not insult people instead you make things like that" the teacher scolded the child because he did not heed the orders from him.

"It's obviously a witty pantun kok sir. Look everyone is also laughing at my pantun" he answered to his teacher feeling completely innocent.

"Mas, do you know that joke is the same mockery, right??" The teacher began to get angry at the actions of his students in front of him.

All the students were silent for a moment when the teacher was getting angry, he kept scolding the boy in front of us.When the teacher scolded the boy it was all busy himself, there was a child who did not care about the commotion in front of them,there is a child who only toys under the table, there is also a sleeping one. Everyone is looking for an opportunity at a time like this.

Cring... Cring...

the Indonesian language learning hours were over, the teacher quickly left the class because maybe he was still upset with the child. all of them also tidied up the bench and chair used earlier to the place to start the next lesson activity.

"Assalamualaikum all.." Greetings to the rest of the class.

"Wa'alaikum salam" answered us who were tidying up the table and chairs.

now is the entrepreneurial lesson taught by Ms. Anggie. I really like this lesson because maybe from here I can learn about entrepreneurship and can make a business later after graduating from school.

The teacher walked ahead of us, this Anggie mom is a good guy, a kalem and also definitely beautiful.he just taught this entrepreneurial material to all 12th grade who will graduate.

"How are you all doing?" her greeting.

"Alhamdulillah well","Health ma'am" the whole has different answers.

"If it's mom?" ask my classmate Anggie's mom.

"I'm lucky to be healthy" he replied by showing his arm to us. Suddenly the whole class was shocked to see him and laughed softly.

"Udah has not been discussed, now we enter the subject matter open the tome from the library on p. 80 chapters. some kind of business" he continued while telling us to open the book.

With enthusiasm I immediately took the book from the bag that was almost torn in the zipper that makes me have to be careful when putting or taking the book in the bag.

"Now we discuss one by one starting at the beginning of the chapter" said Ms. Anggie.

The lesson from Ms. Anggie was over and the children left the classroom to eat in the cafeteria because it was time to take a break.

Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, I passed by the school with a sick heart because I had no friends to chat with or confide in. I'm like a stranger to them at recess even if they stay away from him which keeps me alone, "when can I have a friend if it stays like this?" my heart always says so.

Teng... Teng... Teng...

"Zal, will you come??" Take it on a good motorcycle.

"May" I reply unsuspectingly.

"You can't haha so tell your parents to buy you a haha motorbike." the boy immediately plugged his motor gas as I got ready to piggyback on him.

He drove straight away and left me alone who had not been able to sit on his bike.

"I am grateful for what I have, this may be the best for me" he murmured.

I continued walking home on foot, on the way I met a grandfather who was in trouble pushing his cart to go up the sidewalk. I rushed to help the grandfather.

"Grandfather, can I help you??" I offered to the grandfather to help push his cart up the sidewalk.

"May son" replied the grandfather, and he was glad that there was a young man who wanted to help him.

I took to the sidewalk and immediately helped push the grandfather cart that was on the side of the sidewalk.

"Let's cake, we push with ya from the count of 1...2..3!" I also told Grandpa to push along.

The carts we were pushing were still not going up and once again they were pushing with all their might.

"1..2..3..push!"

Grasses... Carts can also go up on the sidewalk, although there are parts to the sidewalk. My grandfather and I turned to the voice.

"Sorry cake." I also apologized directly for my carelessness that pushed so strongly that the grandfather wagon was scuffed at the bottom of the wagon.

"Gapapa ko ko, it should be grandfather who apologized to Ade. Thanks for helping grandpa." Grandpa forgave me for breaking his wagon.

"But. tap... cake"

grandfather immediately cut my words and he said, "Udah is nothing, I'm sorry"

"Thank you, kek.i want to go home first, cake" I immediately said goodbye to the grandfather by shaking hands and kissing his hands.

"Assalamualaikum cake" greeted my grandfather and waved at him who started to walk pushing the cart towards my school.

"Zale??"

Someone called my name. I looked back and my face was a little confused with people calling my name.

"You're izal, right? it's me seducing your childhood friend" He said that he was my friend when I was a kid, but I forgot my childhood friend.

"Yes, I'm izal.kamu??" ask the woman

"When did you forget my name ?" Ask him back "Ok, if you forget my name ayu okta safira.I was your neighbor and childhood friend." he explained to me.

I saw his body and face at a glance because I honestly didn't recognize him at all.

"If you are ayu, I want something for you" I told the woman.

"Alright, but not the hard one" he replied, revealing his hand and smiling at me.

"Favorite color of ayu what?what is ayu's favorite food?" ask that woman.

" My favorite color is blue and if the food is chicken noodles" he replied directly.

I also try to remember my childhood when I played with children his age.

"Well..it's time to eat happ..."

"Izal likes the blue color ayu also likes the blue color"

At first glance I remembered my childhood and opened his eyes when the memory was already visible and said, "Are you really ayu?when I was a kid and we always played together?" with my mouth shaking from not expecting his past friend to come back again.

Ayu nodded her head and replied, "Yes, I'm ayu zal."

It has been five years ayu and I separated because of the duty of ayu's father that made ayu have to move to the city temporarily.Now, we meet again and face each other.

I did not recognize him because ayu is now beautiful plus his Dongker blue jacket, Ayu smiled at me which makes me daydream of her beauty now.

"Eh zal, why are you daydreaming??" Ayu shook her hand in front of my face so that I would come to my senses.

"Eh ahem sorry yu, hehehe.what are you here for??" I also changed the subject.

"I'm the same family here to see the house offered to us" he replied

I was surprised to hear the answer from the woman.

"Really, do you want to come back here??" I asked with a feeling of pleasure.

"God willing... Doain is just." The answer.

"Father..." From a distance there are those who call her name afrizal also turn her head because they want to know who she is and her curiosity is answered turns out she is ayu's mother.

"Yes ma'am, yes, I was called my mother. Assalamualaikum." Ayu also walked leaving the afrizal on the side of the road alone.

"Wa'alaikum greetings" my greetings.

I hope to be like ayu who is always cheerful and also the hope of her family. After ayu crossed the road, I continued my journey to the house where there was a mother who always encouraged him.