FATIMAH (Pearl In Mud) .
UNRESTORED IDEALS
Sit down after dinner. It was still seven in the evening that the young girl opened her textbook. This is his last year in public high school. After that he will graduate.
His desire to migrate to the city got the opposition of the grandmother. Going to auditions and becoming a dangdut singer was his biggest wish. He thought that way he could change his destiny. Out of poverty that has been shackling all this time.
“why dick, fatimah can not be a dangdut singer, the sound of fatimah is good. The district champion. Fatimah sure. Fatimah can be a famous singer keeps entering tivi” her face sparkles, a bright gaze imagining beautiful things when she is famous later.
“save that desire far away fatimah, until whenever grandma will not allow” the grandmother's face suddenly serious. There was a gurat not like the discussion this time.
“but grandma, if later fatimah famous keep a lot of money. We will not be poor anymore.grandmother can eat well, buy good clothes. Buy rice fields in the village here” happy twinkle it still radiates. The shadow of happiness after famously dancing in his eyes.
Nice clothes, expensive jewelry, magnificent house in the village. That's what's on Fatimah's mind now. His lips curved up to form a smile full of happiness.
“grandmother better be poor for life, than you be a dangdut singer. Bury your dream deep” her grandmother's loud voice woke fatimah from daydreaming.
The living shadow of the treasure immediately ran away. The teenager realized, he was a little afraid of the loud voice full of anger from the woman who raised him.
Silence, was the most powerful way for now.it would be pointless for him to argue with his grandmother. He sighed, the dream was gone before it was even fought.
What he can do, the grandmother's ban is a decree for him. Can't be bothered. The past of the father and mother is the trigger for the unhappiness of the grandmother maisaroh with his ideals.
“don't dream too high fatimah, if you fall ill you will” sound from the doorway. Grandma and Fatimah looked at each other at the same time. Fatimah immediately threw away her face.
He did not like the woman who stood there, the woman who always forced her will. As at this time, his arrival will discuss the most fatimah hate.
“your destiny was to get married after graduation, there was no dangdut singer whose body was squeaky, black skin acne a grain of corn. There is no beauty at all. So don't be too self-flavored” sharp tongue of the bude, able to slice the heart of Fatimah. He didn't deny what his bud said it was all true.
What is the power when some people judge the beauty of a bright skin color, fatimah clearly does not meet the standard.even though the girl has a sweet face, but the girl has a sweet face, unfortunately, the acne and dull skin of her face make the beauty invisible.
“your destiny is to be the wife of Mr. Malik, the richest man in our village. Later if you have become his wife all your wishes are followed. Want to buy good clothes, buy skincare, jewelry or even you ask to buy a house must be granted” said the budhe eagerly. The woman sitting in front of this fatimah had no feelings
“tuan malik still have a bude wife, what people say later if fatimah married him. Can be stamped actor fatimah” refutes the young girl.he closed all her textbooks. The mood to read is gone now.
“but his wife is old, mister malik needs a young one to be his life companion. After all, there will be no men who want to be with you in our village. If you have glass, it should be used to be conscious. You're lucky Mr. Malik still wants to be with you. Decile body so pretentious selling mahal” no mercy from the woman in front of him. Lost already the fatimah respect for this sister of her mother.
Many times those sharp sentences came out heartlessly. His heart was wounded but he could do nothing. The clear details flowed without being able to stand. His heart ached, his pride torn apart.
He looked at the grandmother. The old lady just kept quiet, looking at the granny. Grandma maisaroh knew that if she defended fatimah, it would not escape the tantrums of her eldest son.
Fatimah's self-esteem is torn shapeless. It felt like it was being stepped on a dirty mud. Drowned in a black liquid to the point of no apparent self-worth.
“let fatimah finish school first marni, we can not manage the fate of fatimah. It does not sow its name.In our religion it is strictly forbidden to precede the decree of the creator. Even if later fatimah match, let God determine” .
the woman's words were gentle to dampen the child's ambition.
“mother always just so defend fatimah, marni knows she's mother's favorite grandson, but what I do is also for the sake of the same mother fatimah” the adult woman denied.
The nenenk already knew that what he said would not change the marni's stance.
“if fatimah says no, yes do not want, bude can not force” fatimah loud voice. It's his patience. Hardhearted woman before him is indeed Undeniable.
“already marni, you should undo your intention to match fatimah, let your ponakan determine his own life path” soft voice his mother is not able to muffle marni anger.
“apa mom want fatimah to be a dangdut singer, let marni remind Mirna departure because her husband is having an affair with a dangdut singer, if mom forgets the bitter event” low voice full of emphasis.
If this is the case, no one will be able to refute the words of Marni. The look he dislikes is directed at the woman who gave birth to him.
“anyhow I will still marry fatimah with mr. malik. It was a decision that can not be denied again” said the woman as she passed.
The door made of wood was slammed hard. Until the walls made of wood also vibrate. The woman left in anger. The decision is round.
Fatimah could only look at her grandmother with a pious look.
“patience,, that won't happen. Grandma won't let you, be a destroyer of people's households. Grandma doesn't want you to be like your father's mistress” the old woman's voice is soft, giving a little peace to fatimah.
Early in the morning, the cold burst through the cracks of the walls made of woven bamboo. The sun has not yet appeared, white fog still adorns the village where fatimah lives. The work in the kitchen has already begun. Boil water only to make warm tea as a stomach booster.
“the jar is up, grandma ask please buy sugar half a kilo equal oil in warung front” The soft voice of the grandmother. Mirna moved from the fireplace.
He was waiting for a stove from firewood as cooking fuel. That is the daily life of Fatimah. After the morning prayer, he went straight to the kitchen just to help his grandmother mamasak for breakfast before fatimah left for school.
Walking with definite steps, towards the stall in front of the entrance of his house. It was already six in the morning but the fog was still covering, as the sun was blocked by the clouds.
From a distance, several mature women and mothers were standing in front of the store. They did the thing with Fatimah buying the necessities for today.
“see there is a singer dangdut shopping”a mother spoke half screaming, got an enthusiastic welcome from the others, they simultaneously turned their eyes towards fatimah. A cynical smile seemed to be lipped by them.
“if the dream is not too grandiose Fatimah, where there is a singer dangdut body black so decil. Face filled with pimples. Big-big again.that's acne what bisul” a mother with jewelry menterng in her hand speaks the loudest.
Fatimah was silent, she walked closer to the grocery store money was already crowded buyers.
Whatever the Fatimah talks about must be silent, answering only will make him look disrespectful, later if tired they will stop themselves. That's the message of maisaroh's grandmother.
“bu, sugar half a kilo, cooking oil half a liter” he said while holding out twenty thousand dollars. Money from the sale of duck eggs yesterday. For him the fractional money was already large, able to buy his needs today.
“see mothers,, singers dangdut buy oil equal to sugar only half, you should be self-conscious Fatimah, if poor yes poor just do not have to dream too high, so you should be aware of Fatimah, if it is not achieved can be crazy you later” spicy speech mother was greeted with laughter other mothers.
The silent voice instantly became confused due to the arrival of Fatimah.
“later if Fatimah is famous do not struggle to ask for a signature yes, queue” confident answer Fatimah gets a look of dislike from them.
“ngaca fatimah, self-conscious is important you” their cynical answers are not ignored. Fatimah was about to pass, suddenly someone called out to her
“Fatimah here,,” a teenager of the age of fatimah waved his hand from the back of the grocery store. Subaidah, the friend who always supported Fatimah. The only people who believe that Fatimah could be a famous artist. Fatimah approached with a glowing face.
“do not listen to them, do not be discouraged, later prove it if you can, okay” his hand raised. Unite the index finger with the thumb to form the letter O. Both laughed in the stand. His hands clenched their own mouths.fear the gossip heard in front of the shop.
“Later if Fatimah is famous, Ida first who will be looking for fatimah, I promise” sparkling face Fatimah gets an enthusiastic look from her best friend. They link the little fingers together as a sign of a bound promise.
