Fat Broken Wing

2. The Red Mentari

~Kata ... man is the most perfect creature, but it turns out that man cannot be considered perfect in the eyes of his fellow~

Kukuruyuk ….

Kiyara intends to lay down her body again, but urung he did when his ears hear the sound of a rooster sourced from the alarm clock on the nightstand, an indication the sun will soon rise spreading rays full of warmth, and the, because last night he set the alarm at exactly 05:00 in the morning. With a gontai step the girl exited her room, walking slowly towards the bathroom to clean up and ablution before performing the dawn prayer.

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah ..” he turned his head to the left, then the two palms are still closed, summarizing his round face while saying hamdalah. The white mud and green prayer mats of the mosque and two coconut trees have been neatly folded and placed on the study table, next to a blue-covered book that looks shabby.

Diary book, yes, the blue book that already looks shabby is his diary book, which in the cover section, written the sentence ‘Verba Volant, scripta manent.’ The sentence solace when he is neglected by the world and prefers to occupy himself by pouring feelings, and also hope for his future, on a book that already looks outdated at eating age, so that all his stories can he remember and become a silent witness to the journey of his life full of invisible wounds. Then in the upper right corner of the diary book is written neatly

two word stacking ‘Kiyara Mentari’.

His hand that contained agile moves opened sheet by sheet of paper that had been met with pen scratches. His breathing was stinged to see the writings he had written himself in the shabby diary, the beginning of his meeting, his passionate words, his way of protecting, even the way he looked and spoke even Kiyara remembered him, she said, until the ink scratches of the last 5 years, which tell more about insecure, feeling unappreciated, also a sense of disappointment to feel cheated and search that never produces results. Until the man hit his body one week ago, hoping his days would slowly improve, but instead many events drained his emotions.

“Kiyara, it's six kiddo, come on, have breakfast and then leave with your Brother ... !”

Kiyara immediately got up from her seat and as soon as possible completed her need to leave for school, “Iya Bun, Kiyara later followed to the dinner table.”

The girl pegged herself in front of a big glass, then clucked up, had a few weeks of regular exercise, but her body remained unchanged. Kiyara does have a body that can be said to be fat and can be said to have led to obesity levels, 158 cm in height and 87 kg in weight.

“Astagfirullah. Though according to the IMT search engine or body mass index, I was calculated to mean seventy-four kilograms divided by one point fifty-eight squared the result twenty

nine-an (87 : (1.58) 2\=29.6), aarrgggghhhh it already wants to enter obesity gilaakkkkk. Continue to exercise according to the recommendations of the search engine as well as the IMT period only dropped zero commas so far, O Allah.. penitent Gustii..”Yap, yes, whereas for the ideal weight range of the human body must have a BMI range of 18.5-25 only, and for the fat category in the IMT number range of 25-30. So Kiyara's efforts are still very long of course, for the sake of an ideal body. His intention to look the same as his peers, no longer get jokes or trivial views of his friends. Although he said, humans are the most perfect creatures, but it turns out that humans cannot be considered perfect in the eyes of others.

His steps look shaky, given his ambition to lose weight, now back yawning somewhere. At 17 years old, the girl wants to be like her other friends, mingle well wherever she is without fear of being ridiculed or ostracized for having an above average weight. But his heart shrunk

when you think of past events, sometimes it's better for you.

“Anda... he is still the same,” he said softly, while closing the door to his room.

Kiyara, is one of the victims of bullying since sitting in elementary school until now. Actually, Kiyara, has a firm Javanese ayu face, her nose is sharp even though slightly covered her cheeks

past the chubby, his eyes are not too round not too narrow with a thick brown netra that is alluring. Unfortunately it was all covered by his self-confidence, the term bulenya insecure. Until the big screen film also raised this story, because many people think fat is an imperfection of themselves

the humans. Just like the people around Kiyara, and Kiyara herself.

“Kiyara, why you, Nak?” his father's baritone voice greeted his eardrum, soft.

“Eh, Dad, morning Well. Kiyara, it's fine, Dad,” he said with a bright smile, like the morning sun. Yes, at least inside the house and with her family, Kiyara can be a figure of herself without fear

looked down upon. Although, there are times when he closed himself off from his family as well.

The father and son pair also walked down the stairs, walking towards the dining room interspersed with laughter. Makes Kiyara, forget a moment of her sadness.

“Nah, finally appeared the same father as the Bungsu. Tuh, pity the Brother from earlier waiting,” said the Mother who is still busy arranging the breakfast menu on the dining table.

For this family breakfast is one of the mandatory things that must be done before the start of solid activities for a full day, this is a rule made specifically by the woman who serves as the wife and also the mother in the house, for all members of her family. Especially since her son, Kiyara, did a strict diet during Junior High due to bullying from her friends, until Kiyara, had to do hospitalization, hospitalized,

The morning routine that so warms anyone who sees it, a perfect family figure that every human being craves. But the exam will still be there, right?

“And We will definitely test you with a little fear, hunger, lack of treasure, soul, and fruits. And convey the good news to those who are patient.” – QS. Al Baqara: 155

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The sound of the clanking of spoons clashing with plates, low boisterous was heard on the dining table, where the small family was enjoying their breakfast, in the form of vegetable fried rice and diced chicken deliciously, gratefully. While the clockwork of the wall continues to rotate, it performs the role of a marker that the time

it continues and will still proceed to the point where all human purposes are revealed to the earth.

“Ara, come on, we leave later Brother entered campus late.”

Kiyara nodded with a smile, despite not having close friends at school, Kiyara still had to be excited to live her gray white period which is only one and a half years away.

“Come, Brother! Well, Bun, Kiyara and Brother leave first yes, assalamu’alaikum.” The brothers took turns to crucify the hands of their parents, then left the house, leaving the couple who were no longer young in the dining room.

The two of them were swept away in their minds, Kiyara Mentari, her son who was once the most cheerful now gradually became a more quiet and closed child, since the case of bullying he received during Junior High. Hoping as bright and warm as the morning sun, in fact Kiyara Mentari is now a girl who is a rain aura, especially if outside the house. Fortunately, for several months, the girl had begun to be able to talk comfortably and smile sincerely while still in her home. I don't know what it's like out there, they know their son still smiles when he's home.

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