JIWO PROMISE

Jiwo

Jiwo stared at the girls in beige uniforms who had just entered the bus he was riding.

He memorized it well, every Saturday the school Witri in beige uniform.

The bus was stopping where the SMEA boys were waiting.

He was hoping to find the one face he really hoped for among the group of girls. Witris.

Jiwo deliberately sat on the back bench so that he could see all the students who boarded the bus.

But until the bus drove back, Jiwo did not find what he was looking for.

It's always so every day.

Every bus he boarded stopped near the Witri school, his heart always pounding this hard. Always expectantly will see the face of the sweet black girl in his heart since childhood.

His eyes never escaped staring one by one the faces of the cool schoolgirls clutched on the side of the road to wait for the bus majoring their home.

Jiwo always wished there was a face of Witri among them. But he never saw the face of his first love.

Again he swallowed disappointment, for some hundred times.

But he immediately smiled back.

Maybe tomorrow he can see Witri.

"Hopefully." his sizzle was very hopeful.

Jiwo got off when the bus stopped at the traffic light. Just crossing to the right, he had already entered the alley towards his house.

After crossing the road, a glance at the circulation of the view towards the highway that will soon be on his back.

And his eyes were fixed on the two girls who had just come down from the PUSKOPKAR bus which stopped where the bus had stopped.

Vitri!

His heart was very loud and loudly shouting that name. But in fact his tongue and feet felt glued deep into the earth.

He should have been able to run across the street in front of him in order to greet and stare at the face of his heart adoration closer to the item for a second.

So that he could hear the sound of a crybaby with a fierce tone from the girl.

But he was also unable to move. Only his heart beat was now so boisterous low and stomping his chest similar to enjoying a big celebration.

He could still only be fixated on staring at the lofty, sweet-haired black girl from across the street.

Unknowingly he also smiled widely when he saw Witri was seen laughing with a glasses girl who wore the same school uniform as Witri.

I miss you, Wit. Always homesick. You how? sighed Jiwo while staring at the steps of Witri who will soon disappear from his view because he will turn.

"Wo, sneak home. Your mother was troubled earlier. Your two hot sisters arrived." Bude Narti's voice from the front porch shocked Jiwo.

His eyes instantly blinked to search for the rest of Witri's shadow, but it was gone. The girl's figure had vanished from his sight.

"Engine Bude.(Yes, Bude.)" said Jiwo then hurried to walk towards his house.

His head was immediately filled with the shadow of his mother's tired face and the whimper of his two younger siblings who were not well.

It's so sorry mom.

And sure enough, not yet Jiwo reached the door of his house, from the porch of the house he had heard the sound of whining his two brothers scrambling to be carried by his mother.

Jiwo rushed into the house because the front door was not closed.

He saw his mother was holding her youngest sister in front and the youngest brother in the back.

Jiwo grimaced sadly at the sight.

"Sama Mas yuk Dan." said Jiwo as he reached out his hand to Wildan, the youngest brother whose face looked slightly flushed due to the heat of his body.

"Change clothes first there. Eat first." prevent his mother while staring at Jiwo who is still in full uniform and carrying his school bag.

"Yes. I can change clothes to eat while carrying Wildan." replied Jiwo had taken over Wildan from his mother's back.

Jiwo saw his mother breathing a sigh of relief. The tired face of his wingless angel could not be completely covered by a single smile on his face.

"Have you taken your medicine?" jiwo asked while taking off his school uniform shirt with a little difficulty because Wildan was on his lap.

"Bodrexin has been given." replied the nine-year-old.

Although he was nine years old, Wildan's body was small. He's so skinny.

Jiwo touched Wildan's forehead. Still a little warm.

"Didn't that fussy just now?" jiwo asked as he went to the dining table with Wildan stuck to his back. Jiwo's one hand was under Wildan's tat pan so that the boy would not sag from his sling.

"Crying continues. Make my head more dizzy." replied Wildan with a face look annoyed behind his brother's back.

Jiwo opened a worn hood on the table in the corner of the kitchen with his hand that had grabbed a plate on the shelf of wooden dishes made by his father near the kitchen door.

It's still the same menu as this morning, and it'll stay the same for dinner later.

It's always been like that since he knew what it was called eating. The menu will stay the same from breakfast to dinner.

Jiwo jerked rice, vegetable oseng-seng hanging (young papaya) - which he picked up yesterday in the garden beside the house and before dawn was chopped by his mother -, which he picked up yesterday, and plucking a slice of fried tempeh as a ration for the side dish.

The difficult economic situation in the Jiwo family makes 'flesh' eating automatically formed by itself because of the circumstances.

Jiwo has eight siblings. Yes, his mother gave birth to nine children with his father who made a living as a construction worker.

His mother obviously could not help make a living because every second was exhausted to take care of children and domestic household affairs.

Although not much, but at least vegetables in an empty garden owned by a relative who lives in Sumatra that greatly helped the survival of the Jiwo family.

It was the vegetables from the garden that Jiwo's mother cooked daily to eat them; Jiwo and his five siblings and both parents.

Jiwo's eldest brother died in fifth grade Elementary because of dengue fever. And his second brother, Mbak Rini, has worked far in Kalimantan after graduating from SMEA.

His third brother, Mas Tri, works in a textile factory in Solo. While his fourth brother, Mas Ranu, worked in this city as well but chose a boarding near his workplace on the grounds of not wanting to bother always wake up early just to pursue public transportation.

Unknowingly Jiwo sighed in concern as he recalled Mas Ranu. His brother was indeed the most special behavior among all his other brothers.

From a small Ranu is arguably the least difficult and do not want to know with the state of his family.

Jiwo's smile instantly expanded involuntarily upon recalling his older sister. Rini Maam.

Rini's mother used to school in the same place that is now occupied by Witri.

Ah Witri again...Witri again....

"Mas, I ask.." the voice of Wildan who is now sitting next to him disperse the daydream of Jiwo who is about to soar again.

"Suppose you eat this?" jiwo asked while thrusting his plate.

"Can?" ask Wildan fearfully. The boy knew the food was his brother's lunch.

"May you still be hungry." Jiwo replied with a gentle smile.

Wildan smiled happy to see it.Lalu swiftly began to eat his brother's taxi rations that were not yet full.

"Have you eaten yet?" jiwo asked as he looked at Wildan who was biting the fried tempe with his canine teeth because his front teeth were exhausted.

"Udah, but hungry again." replied Wildan in between the chews.

"That means you'll get well soon. This meal will continue to heal. Tomorrow let's go to school again" Jiwo said with a smile.

"Yes. If not school can not snack" said Wildan with a slightly wrinkled forehead.

Jiwo smiled wryly hearing that.

Yep. In his family, pocket money is only given for school supplies only. If the school holidays are automatic holidays.

"You're eating again, Dan?" mother's voice from the door seized the attention of her two children.

"Eat the food!" replied Wildan with a look of guilt.

Mother looked at Jiwo who chose a busy temple with her flip-flop strap that had just come off.

"Keep you won't eat anymore, Wo?" mother asked while still holding her gaze fixed onto Jiwo's face.

He knew that his son had deliberately avoided his gaze.

"You're full of me, ma'am." jiwo replied as he moved to get drinking water from the jug in the corner of the table to fill the space in the hull that should be filled by the rice that his sister had asked for.

The title of lunch this time is satiate with water. 🙊

"So I was told I could get a money order, ma'am. The Mas Tri. But it was just managed by a schoolgirl, so only tomorrow get the money" Jiwo said after putting his drinking water glass.

*Alhamdulillah...How much did you send it?" asked his mother with a face that exuded relief.

"Pas if you pay my SPP arrears." replied Jiwo while staring at Wildan who had finished with his second part lunch and now brought dirty dishes to the laundry on the side of the well.

Mother nodded in understanding.

Since rising to third grade five months ago, Jiwo has never paid SPP because it gave up the money that was used to pay for the tuition of his two younger sisters who were in Junior High School.

Inevitably he must want to understand the economic situation of his family.

And last week was the third time he was called a BP teacher in connection with his unpaid SPP.

He was warned to immediately pay off his delinquent SPP before the odd semester exam began.

"Tomorrow directly you just pay to pay off your SPP, Wo" said Mother who still carries Pamungkas in her house.

"But Lily's SPP money has not been settled, Mom." said Jiwo hanging with a restless heart.

He was worried because he knew SPP Lily was also waiting two months.

If the money sent from Mas Tri is only fitting to pay off the arrears of SPP, then what about the SPP Lily?

"Later I'll find someone to pay for the SPP. Lily." replied Mother with a voice and a calm face although Jiwo could see his mother's gaze dimmed.

Must be in debt again.

Just last week her mother's debt was used to enter Esti Junior High - her sister Lily, her brother Wildan- paid off, I have to go back in debt for SPP Lily.

"Mbak Rini can't send money this month." murmured Jiwo as to himself.

A few days ago Rini sent him a letter if he could not send money this month because he was in the hospital. And Jiwo had told his mother that his mother this month did not expect to get a shipment from her brother.

"No papa. Your brother is in trouble. Sick, alone in the land of men. Poor." said Mother with a sad smile.

Deep in his heart was not just the sadness he felt, it was, but the grief and sorrow of the fishermen imagine that his daughter who is obedient and very understanding of the circumstances of her family must bear her own pain in the land of the region and no hand of her family can help her just to serve her take food.

When he was healthy, he did everything for this family.

"We pray that Rini's mother does not get sick again after yesterday's illness" Jiwo said with a smile trying to calm his mother's heart which he knew was taking the plight.

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