Life is a Fight

Olympic champion

Syafira's heart is pounding, he is waiting for the results of the selection of the math Olympiad competition at his school. If only he did not win the race this time how to pay his school's monthly money is quite expensive, it is, while the sister was his salary had been used for daily needs that were quite a lot even though Izar always said to him, Izar always said to him,

"Fira don't have to worry about school fees, let Mas think."

Izar always calmed Umi and her sisters while they also could not bear to put all the burden of the family on the shoulders of his older brother.

"Fira why daydream Nak?" asked one of the teachers to see Fira was very anxious.

"Fira is afraid not to escape, ma'am," he replied to the teacher.

"You're sure Fira can take part in that race."

Before long Fira also saw another teacher stick a paper on the notice board.

"That Mr. Suryo must have stuck to the race announcement, let's see," said Fira's teacher then they walked up to the notice board.

"Thank God, son, you escaped. Then tomorrow morning Fira leaves for the race" said math teacher Fira.

"Yes Ma'am, thank you .. thank you for your prayers and guidance, ma'am" replied Fira as she kissed the teacher's hand.

"Fira will win,"

"Amin .. insyaallah ma'am, please pray his blessing," said Fira looking at his teacher.

"Surely Nak,"

After Fira meets the teacher as instructed in the letter, she searches for her sister who works at the school. The brother is invisible in any corner.

"Mas, see Mas Izar?" ask Fira at one of her brother's cleaning service coworkers.

"At the back, again break him," he replied as he swept the school grounds.

After thanking her brother's coworker, Fira immediately walked towards the back in the small room used for the janitor.

Arriving at the door, two people were resting while enjoying lunch.

"Izar is sleeping again, Fira said", said one saw the arrival of Fira at that place.

He remembered the brother today joined the sunna fast like Umi and his two sisters.

"You woken up?" ask his other friend.

"No Mas, just let rest please tell me if Fira has come home," Fira's message to the two janitors in front of him.

Indeed, since the brother worked at his school, he was more familiar with all the cleaning service than before there was Izar.

"Why is it not time to go home yet, Mommy Fira is sick?"

"Not Mas. No papa really, Fira said yes Mas," he said leaving his two friends who were eating it.

After greeting his brother's friend he immediately came home, his heart pounding want it feels like he immediately hugged Uminya. Fira kept walking quickly to get to her rented house.

"Umi," he said shouting as he opened the door.

"Of God, Umi's son entered the house screaming anyway say hello," protest Umi still holding a broom.

"Assalamualaikum, umiku dear."

"Vaalaikumsalam. What's the matter is that kid seems so happy," guess Umi saw her daughter's smile.

"Mi, Fira passed the selection. Tomorrow morning so join the race," he said excitedly.

"Alhamdulilah O Allah .. Umi's son is great,"

"Yes dong who used to be Uminya," he replied continuously with a sweet smile.

"Already now change clothes first after it's just a break," pinta Umi gently.

"Are you cooking?" the question suddenly shocked Umi.

"Yet, Fira is not fasting? Want Umi to make instant noodles or what baby?" umi said she was panicking.

"Umi, Fira is just her name. God willing Fira is still fasting Mi," he replied while hugging her tightly.

"Umi doesn't think Fira is fasting,"

"God willing to fast Mi."

In a different place, Izar had just been woken up by his friend because the break was over then they told Izar if Fira had been looking for him and now he was home. Izar was silent, he was confused why the sister suddenly came home before school hours. He thinks nothing of his sister.

"You might have to pay for something but Fira didn't tell you?" Inner Izar was agitated.

That afternoon Izar passed with an uncomfortable heart. Until the afternoon arrived and he immediately went home after cleaning tools.

Izar further accelerated his footsteps when he arrived in front of his rented alley, he immediately knocked on the door while saying his greetings after arriving in front of the house.

"Fira mana Mi," asked Izar after kissing her hand.

"Again bath, tumben back and forth nyariin Fira," said Umi again prepare the iftar menu after welcoming her son home from work.

"Mas Izar didn't start Killa, yes" said his youngest sister who was reading a book.

"You've seen Dek" he answered, sitting next to his sister.

"Why did nyariin mbak Fira?"

"Why yes," replied Izar teasing the younger brother.

"Name ... Mas Izar nih nyebelin,"

"No lo Mi, Dek Killa Laper Mi," said Izar, continuing to tease his sister.

Umi just smiled to see her two children joking with each other laugh, sometimes they call Uminya.

"Mas Izar why did Fira nyariin," he said after coming out of the bathroom.

"Said Dio was Fira nyariin Mas?"

"Yes, but Mas Izar is sleeping. Yeah Fira's coming home,"

"Why did Fira come home before her time? What because you haven't paid monthly money yet," asked Izar worried.

"No, no" he answered while helping Umi fry the eggs.

"Keep why Dek?"

"Why is Jal Mas?" fira said with a smile in front of Uminya.

"Why?"

"Mmc ..."

"Fira, don't make Mas curious dear," said Umi softly.

"So this is my dear Mas Izar" he said approaching the older brother.

"Fira then passed the selection of the Math competition, so Fira was told to go home because tomorrow morning to leave the race,"

"Subhanallah, what a pinter unfortunately Mas. I'm sorry I thought something strange" said Izar as he rubbed his sister's head.

"Call Fira ya Mas, hopefully Fira can make Umi and Mas Izar happy,"

Fira and Killa are grateful to have Umi and their sister who love them so much. For him Izar is now not only a brother but also as a father who takes care and meets all his needs with full keihlasan.

Azan magrib reverberated, they also opened together with a menu that was not special but felt so delicious.

That night Fira was so spoiled by Umi, Izar and his youngest sister Syakilla. All are so enthusiastic to hear Syafira will take part in the National level race.

The awaited morning came, a friendly kiss landed on Syafira as Izar prepared to leave for work. As usual Izar came an hour early before school and came home an hour after the end of learning. Such were the days that Izar went by for Umi and his two younger siblings.

"The spirit is dear, Mas Izar is proud of Fira," he said as he walked out of the house.

"Yes Mas," he said following Izar while clasping Izar's hand.

Fira left for school as usual. He went straight to class to ask his friends for prayers, after which he met his companion teacher. When he was ready, the gate immediately, there the car that drove him to leave was ready in front of the school gate. Before leaving, Fira had turned to all places in her school but she did not find her brother.

"Fira find what son?" ask the class who drove him to the race.

"Mas Izar, Ma'am."

"Absolutely done at home? I just saw Mas Izar come out with a bucket," explained the teacher to calm Fira.

"You have just left," said Fira holding back the disappointment in her heart.

Fira and her two teachers walked towards the car that would drive her.

After entering the car, Fira saw her brother cleaning the sewer some distance from the school gate.

"Pak later in front of the mango tree it stopped for a while yes," said Fira to the driver who drove him to the race.

"Fira wants what?" asked teacher.

"For a while, ma'am," he answered, now he had opened the car door after arriving at the place designated by Fira.

Izar was busy in a waterless sewer in front of the school area. It cleans out the trash and grass that grows around the gutter.

As Fira approached the older brother, the two teachers just stared from inside the car.

"Mas, Fira is leaving" he said to his older brother.

"Oh yeah Deck, be careful." Izar looked at his sister who was squatting before him while smiling with the two teachers watching them.

"The salim first" he said, extending a hand.

"There went, Mas's hands were dirty," said Izar not reaching for his brother's hand.

"Mas, salim first," said Fira pushy.

"His hands are dirty, clean up that trash, how dirty Fira hijab?" Izar said as he pointed at the bucket inside the gutter that contained plastic waste and leaves.

Fira immediately pulled out Izar's hand then took a tissue in his pocket to clean his brother's hand after which he stuck it on his nose and lips for a while.

"Congratulations Fira ya Mas," he said still kissing the brother's hand.

"Mas always prayed the best for Fira, the spirit of yes dear," he said as he rubbed his adek cheek with the back of his hand which was momentarily kissed by his sister.

What a successful sight made the two teachers in the car tear up to watch the sister who was so extraordinary living life.

Syafira really struggled to win the math race. Every second the shadow of Umi and her brother was always imagined in her mind. His intention to make them happy is round. Prayer is always offered in his prostration, the effort is done as much as possible.

The time awaited also arrived, which was at the time of the announcement of the race. Syafira's heart is pounding. Both of his teachers had already calmed down but that did not calm him down too much. He saw a photo of Umi, his brother and sister that he took a few years ago on his cellphone. They were Fira's reason to stay up.

After the race announcement, they immediately went home. Both of his teachers were so proud of Fira yan's incredible spirit. Fira is proud of her school.

Arriving at school, Fira immediately got out of the car followed by her two teachers who walked together. It looks like Izar is sweeping the page. His sweat dripped down his clothes. The weather this afternoon was so hot. Syafira walked quickly to the brother.

"Mas Izar," called out to her while holding her brother's back.

"Fira's home, honey." Izar immediately turned around while putting a broom.

Fira immediately kissed the brother's hand. Both teachers stood near them. One of the teachers carried a large tote bag, Izar did not know what it contained.

"Where was Dek?" asked Izar while wiping the sweat on his forehead.

Izar walked under a shady tree followed by Fira while his two teachers had been in the shade.

"I'm sorry, Fira didn't win" she said, still holding her brother's hand.

"No papa, I'm proud of Fira" he replied with a smile.

"Will you be disappointed?" ask Fira with a smile.

"No, win or lose even though Fira is the proud sister of Mas Izar,"

"Kan Fira so can't help Mas to pay for school," he said staring at the older brother.

"Fira's job is to go to school, not to think about school fees. Let Mas take care of that. Fira studied hard. God willing, there is already its own sustenance for people who seek knowledge," said Izar pacify his sister, Izar, though he himself is confused how to find additional money for the cost of school his two sisters are quite expensive for the size of a cleaning service like him.

The two teachers were teary-eyed at the brother-sister conversation. They are a great example to him and to everyone.

Fira smiled as she looked at the two teachers, the teacher welcomed Fira's smile. Izar looked confused by the smile of the younger brother who walked up to his teacher. He grabbed the bag carried by his companion teacher and then walked back to Izar.

"What is a Deck?" ask Izar wonder.

"Well guess what?" he said with a smile.

"Adek, Mas's work is still a lot of lo," said Izar.

"No papa Mas in stay for a while," said the teacher Fira approached Izar and his sister.

Izar just smiled in front of his teacher while Fira opened her bag then took out an envelope and Cup in front of her brother.

"Fira, you know Mas yes," said Izar saw the writing of Champion 1 on the trophy in the hands of his sister.

"He he ... Sorry, Mas, this is all for Mas, Umi and sister," he said showing the envelope and the trophy then put it back in a tote bag.

"Congratulations, dear. Mas is proud of Fira, he said he accidentally kissed the head of Syafira covered in white hijab.

"We are also proud of his younger brother Mas Izar" said Fira's teacher.

"Thank you, Mom." Fira and Izar spoke at the same time.

At the same time, Fira's friends approached.

"Mom Ina, how was Fira last?" ask her friend enthusiastically because Fira is still in her brother's arms.

"Alhamdulilah, the champion of 1 Child," replied the teacher.

"Yeeeeeee" they said simultaneously.

What a happy atmosphere for Fira to be surrounded by people who love her so much.

"It's just a coincidence, at least" said Bela, watching her friends cheering. I don't know if there are two teachers there.

"Bella, don't talk like that" said the teacher upset because he knew how the story between Bella and Fira.

"Sorry Mom was just joking" he said, kissing the hands of his teachers and then moving away from them.

"Let it be, ma'am," said Fira asking her teacher not to rebuke Bella.

"Subhanallah, it's very noble of your heart, son," said the teacher rubbing Fira's head before leaving her with Fira's classmates under a tree near the classroom.