Me, Bitterness And Happiness

This poem is for...

Today the mama's stall is very crowded. After school I deliberately helped my mother to serve buyers, this is our activity for approximately the last 6 years. At first, my mother only traded cakes and accepted the neighbor's order if there was a celebration. Since mama took a cooking training course in our village then mama also participated in a village-level cooking competition that brought mama out as the winner. When tasting your cooking, many admit that your cooking is very good and healthy and you do have an extraordinary cooking talent. Since then, my mama's friend is aunty Kirana who is also the mother of my best friend the Bestie, supporting mama to make a food stall business. Moreover, the needs of our lives are getting more and more and require no small cost. Although initially hesitant, but seeing more and more buyers eventually mama became convinced, mama also still received cathering services if someone ordered.

Today many office workers are also school children who stop by our simple food stalls to satiate their hunger. I didn't stay still, I saw my overwhelmed mama, I felt sorry. Mama must be so tired. My eyes are glazed. The bitterness of life is inevitable. This is what makes me determined to continue to struggle in learning so that I can change the better fate in the future.

"Yovita, is there still meat soto? I was hungry, had forgotten to bring supplies" me and my mother suddenly shocked, with the presence of aunty kirana who called mama.

"Eh kirana, yes it still exists. Patience, I'm ready. You find a seat first" replied Mama while her hands are still deftly preparing orders other customers. I finally took expert Kirana's order to prepare.

"Tan, I'm the one who prepared the aunt order, waiting for ya tan. Hurry up" I said as I took the bowl.

"Yes dear. Aunt hungry nhi. Last morning rush to the office until forgot to bring supplies. Aunty sits in the corner there, baby" replied aunty Kirana as she passed. Aunty Kirana is a friend of the mother from Junior High to High School, before finally moving to follow her parents who moved to another city. Aunt Kirana is still quite lucky because it was born from a fairly well-to-do family. His father or grandfather Bestie was a soldier of rank. While his mother or grandmother bestie a Private civil servant who used to work as a teller at the Bank. Distant from the mother who both his parents or my grandfather and grandmother only worked as farmers in the village. After graduating High School Mama decided to find a job to help finance the education of her two younger siblings, namely Om Andrew and Aunt Saras. Now they successfully become PNS and live in another city from us. After finishing arranging the order of Aunt Kirana, I immediately brought her to her seat.

"Please tan, the mumpung is still warm" I said.

"Eh yes, Thank you, son. Angel, it was at the Bestie school having lunch with his provisions, right? Aunty was worried she was eating recklessly in the school cafeteria". Reply aunt Kirana with a face that restrains hunger and curiosity.

"Let's just relax tan, me and Bestie never miss eating our lunch really". The habit of aunt and mother never changed, always requires us to eat supplies brought from home. Although in the cafeteria there is a variety of cuisine menu, but they are still less sure of its cleanliness.

Later that night, after passing Drama at school and busy at the food stall, my mother and I enjoyed meatball soup as a dinner menu. This menu is my own request because it is indeed the situation is raining. We ate ravenously and chatted for about an hour before returning to our rooms.

At 06:15 am I was ready for school. However, since 5 minutes ago I was still standing in front of the porch of the house waiting for the rain to subside. Although already wearing a coat, the rain is still quite heavy, especially the added wind is quite strong. The rain has been raining since yesterday afternoon and continues until this morning. Mama suggested taking public transport to school. Mama said it was safer. But I still want to ride a bike because the distance from school and home is not up to 15 minutes away. After weighing, I finally said goodbye to my mother and went to school. Today was pretty much my innate because today is the last day of MOS his activities will continue into the night. At school there will be a bonfire night. I brought along a change of clothes as the committee announced the previous day. What worries me is that tonight I'm going to recite a poem as a punitive assignment that senior gave me on the first day of MOS. I don't know who the senior guy who was the target of this poem, I'll just choose spontaneously later, I thought.

On the road pretty jammed, probably due to rain. The path to my school is also a city path that is passed by various vehicles of office workers, school children and students. When we arrived at the turnstile to the school gate, there was a small puddle inundated with murky water. When I was about to avoid, a car drove so fast that a splash of water hit my entire body which fortunately I wore a coat. My bike was a little dirty on the front. I was upset with the car owner, I felt that he was a proud and oppressive person. I don't know who the owner of the car was, I just grumbled with my mouth as if to cast a spell. Even when I got to class to attend MOS activities until the afternoon I was still upset and wanted to anger the car owner. Noval and Bestie are different again in the school cafeteria I just ignore by continuing to chew food in the mouth. Again, again the owner of the two sharp eyeballs paid attention to me again, this time no more slanted smiles but more to firm and deep gazes. I got nervous. As much as I spend my energy while trying to ignore the eyes. But I feel a little something else is the same way I feel. Because there she was with her friend, and another very beautiful woman leaned on her shoulder. Is that his girlfriend? Why am I not calm?

Tonight the atmosphere in the school yard was quite crowded. Tonight there will be a campfire that is not only attended by us as new students but by all students in High School Jaya. Since the day suddenly clear weather, even the clouds in the sky appear to shift to other parts of the earth. Bestie the most excited had thought with the possibility of the school calling the rain handler to launch a bonfire night event. Strange indeed, but that's my friend Bestie who likes to talk spontaneously whatever is on her mind.

"Angela Abichail, please come forward and present your poetry to all who are here. Guys, let's welcome Angela from group 2" when the MC calls, I'm straight stiff and nervous, let alone the cheers of friends telling me to go to the stage. Finally I stepped nervously.I felt like a rigidly stepped robot. Shame is a concern for many. On the stage with a slight tremble I received a microphone from the host.

"Before Angel reads the poem we will give him a chance to choose one of the pqnia guys who will be the picture of his poem. Please Angel, there may be a senior who managed to enter your heart during this MOS" said MC. I've been advised Noval to have Brother Martin without hesitation directly pointed at him. Apparently the spontaneous attitude was precisely the subject of everyone's cheers.

"Cie Angel likes, brother Martin" cheers student one.

"Cie the Angel caper is the same brother Martin" the cheers of other students, and many more their expressions. Although at first I was shocked, but then I just directly read the poem rather than the old on stage I could have fainted. From the title to every lyric that I say is always cheered on by everyone. I try to stay calm. But when the last line, Precisely my eyes back together with his eyes, the owner of two eyes that always looked at me without blinking and firmly. I wonder why I want to say this poem to you. But seeing a girl who was spoiled with her arm made me a little claustrophobic. Until a week passed after the night of the campfire, I still found her with the girl making out in every corner of the school. I ended up choosing to go stupid even though there were actually people who disturbed my feelings and thoughts every time I passed them.

Today is Monday, we one school will carry out a flag ceremony in the schoolyard. Unintentionally flying school I cross paths back with, Geez he's very fragrant. I even closed my eyes to enjoy the smell. Until I got up against after hearing a shapeshift.

"If the road is seen with the eyes, do not use snoring even daydream again. Hear not you? he snapped while holding back anger.

"eh, sorry brother" I'm still dumbass just saying sorry.

"That's Matthew. He was not intentionally. Some sweet chick gini yelled, baby. Let's just cry how" from behind a guy who knows his name broke us. But, wait. Did he mention the name of my front man Matthew? Oh means I keep it now that his name is Matthew. My one curiosity about the name of the owner of the two eyeballs now got an answer. A very big name means. But how do I feel the name is not suitable, if you see his appearance is similar to a bad boy.

"Why and what"? another voice appeared from behind. This time, the female voice. After turning my head I immediately remembered that she was a woman who always stuck with the guy in front of me whose name was called Matthew.

"Honey how upset are you? Melvin, my dear Matthew why" continued the woman. I just watched them. Want to go afraid to say not polite, if there continue also no use.

"nothing. Come to class" Melvin said.

"I'm up, nhi nitip bag" replied Matthew as he walked towards the top floor of the school building which I believe is the hiding place of the students if again ditching or lazy in class. The bell rang making a step the faster I swung to the classroom to save the bag before the ceremony began.