Not Just a Shadow

Chapter 1

 

 

 

Introduce my name Bahira Cantika, I am an innocent country girl from a simple family. I have a myriad wishful thinking, my life is arguably more lacking than its adequacy. Even so I am not tired of nurturing my spirit to change the course of my life.

Since Junior High I have been sweating help my rich neighbors to iron or even become a errand boy if anyone needs to get a wage.

 

The wages I got for me were saved so I could continue my high school. When I was in 1st grade, I overheard my parents' conversation.

“ Hira suk ora high school, wadon light goods most mengko kawat yo dadi embok-endlock penggaweane nek pawon. Ameh lopo...? (Hira will not go to school until High School, only a woman, later if he is married also his job as a housewife and in the kitchen, what else? )” that my dad said.

And I heard my mom say “Yo ora ah, wedok lanang, I'm strong nyekolahno yo tak sekolarno. Ojo nganti koyok Pak ane opo koyok Mbok e, may welcome gawe ngene-ngene. Ra diajeni wong. Thank goodness my son mbesuk biso ngangkat derajate wong tuo"(yes no, women or men I can send school yes I will school. Do not be like his father or mother, work is just like this. Not respected and not appreciated by others. Maybe one day, my son could raise his parents' degrees )

 

After hearing my mother's words, I said in my heart “Amien, I take it as do’amu Bu, what you have said. And always do’lah this child. To be your pride someday. I will study diligently and I will seek as much as I can so that I can go to school without burdening you." After listening to their conversation I entered the room. I make what I hear my spirit.

 

I went through my days working and studying, after coming home from school around 2pm I got home, I changed clothes and had lunch. Take a break, while tidying up my books for the material I will learn later for tomorrow's material. After that I got a call to iron in the house next to mine. Until half-five in the afternoon I just came home, and thank God I got a wage. I put my money in savings. After that I took a bath and performed my duty of worship before my Creator.

 

Alhamdulillah from childhood I have been diligent in worship and strive to never help. For it is before God that I can tell many things with his will that are in my heart. Since I have no close friends, nor do I like to hang out, I am often alone. I spend my time in prayer and reading books.

 

Already mid-semester of 3rd grade Junior High, I looked at my money that had been collected. I opened it and collected a lot, before I had found out how much the entrance fee of High School. And thank God, the money collected is more than enough for the administration to enter SMA. “Oh Allah, thank You for the patience You have given, O Allah. Continue to give me sustenance so that the servant can pass High School and not burden my parents. Amien.” gunamku myself while holding tightly the money in my hand.

 

After graduation, I enrolled in High School with no one accompanying me, with a pretty good grade with a sense of pride in my heart I could use my hard-earned money to pay for school administration. I went to school, not my favorite school, but I went to an ordinary school. Many people murmured, but I pretended not to hear. I just consider the school that I occupy to study is a school that makes me comfortable without any sense of inferiority because all students are children of people who are. I just want to study and I can pay SPP money with my results, can request a suspension of payment time without in DO. That's what I thought the instant I enrolled in that school.

 

Even though I have entered High School but I still receive ironing orders, I collect my wages to pay SPP and I can use it to buy additional books for study guides. My parents only give me pocket money every day, and give money when there is excess money from the daily needs budget, he said enough for me to save if I need something. When Mom gave me money I said to my mother “Mboten nk Bu, I also nyimpen arto kagem SPP wulan niki, kulo nyggih nyimpen pocket money sing mben dinten mother. Alhamdullillah Bu, kulo netted kalean wages Mother canteen mbendinten, saged do not ngge transpot, kulo mbantu Bu Atik ting canteen after hours of rest. Kulo nggih diparedgi maem noon pas break second. Dadose nggih arto so not simple Mother" (no need Mom, I've saved money to pay SPP this month, and I also keep pocket money that Mom gave me every day. Thank God Mom, every hour of rest I help Ms. Atik in the cafeteria. He paid me a wage and gave me lunch at the second break. So my pocket money from Mom always I can save )

“Alhamdulillah yo Nduk, always ono sustenance neng every step of your way. I'm proud of your crew, son and mother sweet, beautiful, well mannered, pinter karo wong tuo, pangerten. Mugo-mugo Allah has reached your step, Nduk." (thank God, son, there is always sustenance in every step you are proud of you, the mother's child is sweet, beautiful, loving parents, understanding, understanding, may Allah always ease your steps )

“Alhamdulillah tenan Bu, nyuwun dongane continue nggih Bu." (Alhamdullillah Ma'am, ask do’anya yes, Bu )

 

The days I passed with great enthusiasm, did not feel that I had entered the 2nd semester in High School. There were more and more orders and there were also neighbors who asked me to give guidance to their children, and they gave me a salary once a week. "Alhamdulilah, my rupiah coffers more smoothly increased.” my gunam alone with a smile. When the money collected and I calculated there was more money to meet my needs, I took the initiative to buy a mobile phone. To facilitate the rupiah coffers.

 

A few days later when there was an empty school hour, the school came home early. I immediately went home to take the money and returned to the shop near the school to buy a cellphone that I had peeked every time I waited for my subscription bus to pass. “Alhamdulillah O Allah, finally my target reached my hands. Hehehe," I smiled as I kissed my phone, I couldn't help but feel good, until people saw me as weird. Maybe they're thinking, "Just buy a cell phone like that!"

Accidentally at the bus stop near the house I met Miss Lasmi “Excuse me, Hira huh? It just so happened to meet you."

“Iya, Mom. Is correct. What's up, Mom? Whose mother is it?”

“This mother, her brother the one at the end of the road before your house. Ma'am Hani often told me about you, the house next door. Hira please yes, guide your child to learn. Please, my son is a little hard to learn. He's a little hyperactive. It's hard to teach her, I'm busy too. At 4pm, I just got home from work. I'll add tips for you. At 4pm you can come to my house and at 5pm you can go home. With the nature you have, as I heard from my brother. I think you can tame my son. Contact the mother at this number, +62.225... and there is also a Mother's address (Sum Lasmi gives a small piece of paper to Hira ). When can you start, please chat mom first. I'm so waiting for you, son." "O.His brother Bu dhe Hani, InshaAllah Bu, I will soon give you news. Thank you Mom for your trust”

“Yes already, Mom first yes Son, don't forget!”

“Nggih-nggih Bu, monggo..” Hira also walked home after talking to Bu Hani by the side of the road.

 

“Wa. Hira voice huh?”

“Yes, it's me Wi. Here's my number. I just went back to the shop near the school to buy a cell phone, we can chatan from now on. Do not copy the PR again in the morning, and make me rush to go to school. Now you can call or chat me when you have trouble doing chores! Hehehe.“

“Iya.iya..., bring! Just like a mother-mom. Ra, hopefully yes, I want to go. My mom ngajak nyalon, hihihi.”.

“Yes, enjoy...Mrs Boss, bye.awasalam."

 

After the same call Dwi, a friend who I started to know when I re-listed the beginning of school. I didn't think it was so fun it was four and a half in the afternoon. I remember Miss Lasmi, I was thinking of just chatting. Because Miss Lasmi must still be working.

To : Bu Lasmi - +62.215....

 

“Assallamelaikum Bu Lasmi, I'm Hira. I am willing to guide my mother's son. Hopefully in accordance with Mother's expectations, we are paired. I'll start the day after Mom, wasallam.”

 

Over there, who had a number glanced at the lighted phone notifications. Named number, not ignored at all. It did not feel as if the sky was close because the height of the building he occupied looked dark. Close the laptop from last day continues to light up. When he picked up the phone, he remembered there was a new number coming in. Before moving on, he leaned back in his soft chair. Open the chat earlier, read slowly with soft. As if it was like that Hira said it “Assallamelaikum Bu Lasmi, I am Hira. I am willing to guide my son. Hopefully in accordance with the expectations of mother, we are paired. I'll start the day after Mom, wasallam.”

“Subhanallah, very polite this woman, whose daughter is this, or whose mother is this?? Adem it feels, just read has not heard directly the voice of the person“ gunam owner number.

With a feeling of curiosity and intend to tell Hira because it looks like the message is important and urgent. Especially if it's going to hunt at night.

Chat reply :

Sorry, you are wrong number.

Hira:

Sorry too, is not this the number of Bu Lasmi, his brother Bu dhe Hani huh, who met this afternoon?

Owner number:

No, I'm Ferdian. Maybe you have the wrong number, something is the same or one of the numbers is wrong??

Hira :

I'll take a look back. Thanks for replying to the chat. Otherwise I would have thought Miss Lasmi had not heeded my message. He was waiting for news from me. Thanks again.

Without feeling, Ferdian carried away. The short chatan made Ferdian like a drop of water in the desert. With a smile she could usually reply again,

 

To : Hira

 

Equally

 

After the same chatan mas or Mr. Ferdian earlier, I immediately looked back at the number stored in my contact, on behalf of Miss Lasmi I matched the piece of paper that was given by Miss Lasmi to me. There was a wrong number 1. Which should be the number 2 I wrote the number 1. “Aduh Hira's...Hira.gimana to earlier, so troublesome people only! Good thing to reply if dicuekin how was? My dollar coffers can be pegged chicken dong!" gertutuku in the middle of busy I type a chat for Miss Lasmi.

chapter two is even more exciting.we take a peek at yuk....😍😍