LIKE I CAN'T SEE

BAG III I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND

I apologized to Jessy immediately. I shouldn't have asked him this. "Sorry, my question made you sad again".

"It's okay, brother. I'm glad that at least one friend wants to hear me now" Jessy said.

"Did you not have any friends before? Ah I mean where's your friend? Isn't it easy for someone like you to have friends?", I ask that I may not offend Jessy.

"Sister see I'm the one who is? I'm just like you. Always aloof", Jessy answered while looking down. It was clearly her sadness.

"You're different from me Jessy. You are a rich man's son. Surely surrounded by friends around you. While me. I was shunned by almost everyone just because I was poor and not equal to them".

"Maybe it's better if I only have a friend like you, brother. Many friends. But they were close to me only because of my father's and my mother's possessions" Jessy said.

"Already Brother. Don't discuss it again. From now on I want to be your friend. Does Brother allow it?", Jessy pinta.

I was silent too. Just this time someone asked for permission to be my friend. Never before. They always thought I didn't exist. As if not in their eyes.

"Why is Brother silent? What Brother objected. Alright then I won't bother Brother anymore. Thanks for the help and want to hear my story" Jessy turned around. Then step away leaving me.

"Jessy", I shouted. Jessy looked at me immediately. Engraved a beautiful smile on her sweet lips. Brown eyes with braided hair. This boy looks very sweet with his skin pure white.

"I want to accept you as my friend. But isn't that a problem for you? The people around you will laugh at you" I told Jessy I didn't deserve to be her friend.

"I don't care about that" Jessy replied with certainty. Makes my heart happy. Very very happy.

"Go to your class. The bell will be ringing in two minutes", I asked later. I still want to be alone. Carve my happiness today.

I also smile to myself. Suddenly I was aghast as soon as I remembered the next hour there was an Indonesian repetition. I immediately rushed back to my classroom.

It was in class. Their sharp eyes as usual were staring at me with a murderous aura. I kept walking until I got to my seat.

I've been here for almost six years. Even more treatment than this I've been through. That's what I always remember to get my spirits back when I started down.

The Indonesian language is finally finished. This lesson is not my weakness. So that I could easily do it. This morning on the road on foot I had time to re-read the material that had been taught.

I opened the door when I got home. KreKKkkkk. The sound of my door has begun to reot. Understandably the door of the house is only made of bamboo in woven.

I opened my shoes. I saw a big tear the rest of my struggle running this morning. Sighing and then pouring drinking water.

I sipped the water until I finished two glasses. That way I can delay my meal time. I open the hood of the available serving. I already have rice for today.

It's lunch hour. Why hasn't Mom come home yet? I asked while thinking. I finally decided to follow my mother.

I know where my mom works. In the front alley land that is being built to be a factory. That's where my mom works as a force for shavings.

"Sir.", I said when I saw my mother taking shelter under a banana tree.

"Son, you're home. Have you eaten?", asked my mother. Even though my own mother hasn't had lunch, she always asks me first when I get home from school. That is the noble heart of a mother. Although he was lacking but did not want his son to starve.

I just shook my head. "Sit here. There is windfall. He was given this", pointing to one of the building's foremen.

"Had eaten by Mom. My mother must be tired" I said.

Mother took out the rice packet she kept. The plan is that the package will be taken home for lunch later.

"Let's eat together" said the mother began to open the rice package.

"Alhamdulillah there is a side dish of tofu tempeh and vegetable nuts son" said my mother happy.

I held tightness in my chest. I promise in my heart that someday I should be able to feed my good mother. Let alone tempeh and know, whatever my mother wants I will give.

My mother painstakingly bribed me. But I stopped taking that bribe. Seeing that my mother had not eaten and only fed me.

"Mom, let Jovan take over to feed Mom", I took over the package. And feed my mother lovingly. My heartfelt feelings that cannot be described.

"You better get home soon, son. No need to find a tutut if tired", said my mother when we finished eating.

"No Mak, I'll still be looking for tutut" I replied excitedly. I am ashamed to stay home. While my mother who is a woman just fought desperately outside the house. My pride as a man means nothing if I just feel good at home.

"Yes, you're careful, son", mother's message while waving her hand.

"Mom, that's his son?", asked the foreman who gave the rice earlier.

"Yes Sir. Sorry if he came here just now. But it doesn't interfere with my work" replied the frightened mother. Afraid his boss will lay off his work if it seems to violate the rules.

"Yes I know. Mother need not be afraid. Continue the work of Mother", said the foreman to make Mak Silah relieved.

Mak Silah went back to work. The break hours are also over. Bringing one by one light brick closer towards the other workers. To be easy to raise.

She was the only female worker on the project. The heat was not an obstacle for him. Makes other workers admire him. Often one of his friends teased. To make his wife and ask to quit this job.

But Mak Silah never wavers. He knew all the jokes from his fellow construction workers to unwind and tired.

This is where Mak Silah can feel the warmth of the family. Luckily, his friends accepted him as a woman. And to appreciate it.

Because at the age of forty years and educational background that only graduates from elementary school is not easy to find a job elsewhere.