MISS AISHWA

Aishwa and Home

In the heat of the sun under a tree on the side of the road, a child was sitting on a long bench. He was seen brushing a black pentofel shoe belonging to a father.

His name is Aishwa, he is seven years old. Her hair was straight and unraveled to her shoulders. His eyes were round, his nose pointed and his lips small. When she smiled, she was so sweet. He's got a pink birthmark like a rash. It is located on the right side of his neck.

"Sir.the shoes are done". The boy gave the shoes to the middle-aged father who he had cleaned and he was polish. Those shoes look so shiny.

"Thank you deck. Here's the money" The father gave Aishwa five thousand. Aishwa did not set a price to shine shoes. Customers give them their seikhlas. Sometimes a kind person gives him twenty thousand. Sometimes he is not paid at all. But Aishwa can only be patient. He can't do anything. Even when someone bullied her, she cried.

"Thank you sir" he took the money and

the father passed away.

Aishwa then packed the goods and put them in the box. Inside the box were three wipes, a toothbrush, a polish brush, a wet and dry polish, a canoebo, a spray filled with liquid. Whether it's water or something. Only Aishwa knows. And also he always carries a bottle of drinking water for him to drink when thirsty.

Then after packing his equipment, he walked down the edge of the highway with his polish box. It seemed like the burden he was carrying was too heavy for him. But not as heavy as his life he lives now.

He looked at the traveling ice merchant and felt extremely thirsty. He wanted to buy the ice but Aishwa saw that the money was still five thousand given by the father.

Then he walked again through the stalls nearby, Aishwa could only smell the smell and could only imagine eating good food.

At night, he walked home.

Aishwa lives on the edge of town behind the hill. There are many houses that are neglected and most houses are made of wood. All the owners no longer own it. Maybe they have a new home. Sometimes there are also some homeowners come to see the house occasionally. Sometimes there are students who contract one of the houses while they study the field.

There are no street lights that light up at night, the road is dark. Beside Aishwa's house there is a garden but it is not maintained. There were trees, swings, seats, and lights. Formerly this place was crowded but one by one people left because there was no hope to live in that remote place.

Only Aishwa and her father survived because they did not have the funds to find a decent home.

Aishwa arrived at her home.

Before entering his house, he hid behind a bush near his house to calculate the money he got that day.

"Lumayan. Today it can be twenty thousand". Say it in the heart.

It was seen him digging the ground and picking up a can buried there. He also put five thousand dollars into a can of milk that he used to get on the side of the road. After that, he put the can into the ground and buried it again. Almost every week he always does. Depending on the day how much income. Because his father always took all the money he got without giving him a dime.

Then he opened the door of his house slowly and settled the precipitate in. He was afraid his father would wake up.

There was no good furniture in the house, only the old cabinets whose mirrors had been cracked and the table rack where the stove that seemed to be blown by the wind, would collapse.

There was one wooden chair and a wooden table where all the wood had been eaten by termites.

The floor of the house is still plastic. The walls are wooden, the roof is zinc but a lot is leaking. If it rains, the water will seep.

Lucky because it's not a rental house. It was the home of her grandmother's father. His grandmother died before he was born. Only one abandoned treasure was still worth using, that polish box that Aishwa had been working on for a year. His grandmother used to be a pollinator to connect his life.

As usual, the house smelled of alcohol. On the floor was very messy, many bottles of drinks. And a man with a mustache fell asleep on a thin mattress. Maybe the guy was drunk.

That's Dad. Name's Sutomo. He was about 45 years old, his body was proportional but his stomach was like a mother who was 5 months pregnant. his skin was a bit brownish, his hair cut out of order.

Aishwa cleaned the floor and dumped all the bottles in the trash. Aishwa then covers her sleeping father. Doesn't feel his stomach rumbling. Heard the worm asking for help to be fed.

He opened the pot and there was only rice in his fist. It was leftover rice this morning and maybe it was stale. He looked under the stove table and found a packet of noodles. He also turned on the stove, many times he turned it on but did not succeed. Turns out the gas ran out. He also doused the noodles with tap water and mixed it with stale rice and ate it very greedily. It doesn't matter if it's healthy or not.

Since childhood his life was very short, and Aishwa also always beaten his father if he did not bring money when he came home from work. But Aishwa only remained silent and resigned when beaten. He never reported his father. Because to her father was everything, she raised him so that Aishwa could still live.

After that, he then cleaned himself up, he went into the restroom. The name is a small room, the size is very small. Only 1 square meter and no lighting inside.

After taking a shower, she opened the closet to change her clothes. Seen in the closet there are only worn clothes and everything is narrow if worn. For two years, he never bought clothes. Her father also never gave Aishwa any clothes.

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The clock shows at nine o'clock in the night, his father's asleep. He quietly quietly took out something from the bottom corner of the stove table. It was a book and a pencil, a book he got in the trash. The book looks a lot of graffiti and the pencil is also very short. The owner may not have worn it. So he threw it in the trash and Aishwa picked it up.

He came out in the garden beside his house.

He was afraid of being discovered by his father. Because Aishwa is banned from attending school, it is forbidden to touch anything related to stationery. Because for his father, the school does not give him money instead will only spend money.

He scribbled the book and drew a tree under which someone else sat on me. He looks like he's drawing himself.

In fact, he did not know letters, did not know numbers. But he can draw.