Please Don't Forget Me

Papa Pov

It's raining so hard from morning till tonight, it's making me go nowhere, I hate it when I'm home.

I'm Herman. I was born into a very simple family, just to eat hard, but Father is a very responsible person in the family. He always works hard to make us happy, but unfortunately good luck has never approached us.

All sorts of efforts have you tried, from Kuli building ever, tried the fortune of selling Meatballs, fried rice, ice cincau all failed, he is not from a rich family but he wants to always make his family happy.

I have a little sister, but at two years old she lasted five months she died, she was sick, her body was very hot, she convulsed and died, I know if the rich Father sure My brother can be helped, he said, I'm sure you can take him to the hospital, and it won't end in sadness.

I love my sister very much, I remember playing with her a lot, if mom cooks, sweeps, washes I was given a part of duty by Mom to look after Sister.

My sister was named Santi wati, I used to call her Titi, if Mom and Dad always call her Santi, but I have a special call from me specifically for her, I always call her TITI, I always call her TITI, because her name is the same ending ti and ti.ti first from Santi and ti second from Wati, so I have a favorite call for her 'Titi'

She always cries she's a little chatty, but I'm always happy to be with her, even though she's a chatter but I never once hated her, if she cried and saw me next to her she'd shut up, then ran to hug and ask me for a sling.

His face is beautiful, white, and his clothes.we poor people clothes we wear are often used clothes neighbors around the house who pity to see us.

I have never bought Father and Mother clothes, for me got used clothes already a pleasure, at least in my wardrobe will not one, but since there is Titi, I have got a second-hand shirt, he also wears the clothes of other people, as if my heart is not accepted, maybe because I am so loving and condescending.

"From the first time Herman never asked the Father for new clothes, Herman was grateful to have been able to wear different clothes every day, although not new, and the gift of others" I tried to tell the Father

"Father is lucky to have a Son of understanding like Herman" Father stroked my coiled hair, rarely shower and shampoo, because to buy water we have no money, because to buy water we have no money, taking a shower once every two days is a great blessing.

"But Herman wants you to buy him a new shirt"

"You don't have money, you know, right?!" Hanging his words.

"But the new clothes are not for Herman, but the new clothes for Titi, sir" I cried, I left the Father, because I knew from the beginning, surely the answer was that I would accept.

I love Titi so much, I can't bear to see her suffer too, so poor we are to buy whatever we are

"I have to be successful later, I don't want to be friends, play and hang out with poverty, I have to change" I'm talking to myself, I don't want to be like this forever.

We rarely eat, even if you come home with food must only bring rice and side dishes tempe, even if only one pack, I have to eat it with Mother, since there is Titi, and then there is also one package, one pack of rice for me to eat with Titi..

Ground-roofed house, not a single piece of fancy furniture, I'm all sleeping downstairs, because we don't have any bedding.

If it's all raining and we can't sleep all night.

And the rain was so heavy, Titi who had been feverish since morning. Father and Mother just compress his head with warm water, no syrup or other medicine, I know you are very Poor, but my Brother must be helped, and must be under to the hospital

"The father is also confused" there are drops of water coming out of the eyes of the Father

"Come on, ma'am" I tried to go back, persuade mom, though I know the same answer I'm about to receive.

The heavy rain, the sound of lightning striking, as if all signified my broken heart and was disappointed with my destiny.

Titi couldn't be helped, the heat of the fever was so high, while the rain was getting heavier and less stopped making the heat of Titi's fever even higher, she had convulsions that I didn't see Titi breathing anymore, my sister died when she was three years old, she was sick from poverty and she also died from poverty.

"Ba.bapak...Mother...mother...ibu Titi why?!" I know Titi's unfounded but I don't want her to die

"We must be sincere son" Father and Mother hugged me tightly.

Titi's death made me realize this wasn't fair, I had to change.

Me and Titi are six years apart, we are born on the same day and date, even in the same month, Titi who is less than two months and a half will be three years old, and I too, who is less than two months and a half will be nine years old.

Titi's death was the bitterest gift of my life, although every year I never celebrated my birthday, but I always remember it because to me the date and month we were born so special, so special, and I won't forget.

"How about the funeral process sir?!" A tall man asked the Father.

"I don't know, sir!" Only tears came out of the eyes of the Father, and I have hated crying ever since.

"We don't have any fees, sir"

Again and again, my dearly beloved sister was already lying stiff in front of me, but because the funeral process had to come back to spend money, but you had no money at all.

Lucky my neighbors as they please, they help as much as they can, some buy shrouds and other equipment for my sister's corpse, some joint venture for the cost of buying the burial ground.

Nothing is free in this world, not even for the poor we all have to pay, we poor people who say the right to live in the responsibility of the country, but where, he said, it was my neighbor who helped us carry our burdens.

From that moment on I hated the rain, I would never touch the rain, if it rained hard, then the memories of Little Titi, the smile, the promise he made to me, everything was so real in my mind, then the memory came back, the memory of the day that will never forget, the death of Titi because of our poverty.

"I have to change" every time the rain falls, that's all I tell myself, like my motivation to make sure I can live in a safe, luxurious home, everything, not just poverty.

Sometimes poverty can make us stronger people, not easily give up, dare to step forward, anything we can do with strong determination, we can certainly.