Since I Meet You's
Prologues
This morning I ran after the bemo that was going to take me to school. Yeah, I'm still in school. More precisely still class VIII in Junior High country in my city. By running in a row I brought a basket filled with fried food for me to sell and I usually leave it in the school cafeteria.
I was young, but I still had to try to be able to help my father who was just a motorcycle taxi driver so that our lives could be fulfilled. My mom used to be a laundry worker, and now my mom died a month ago from heart disease.
Actually without riding a bemo I could have asked dad to drive me, but I could not bear to make dad have to go around the far road just to take me after dropping off my 9-year-old sister at school. And on any ordinary day I use a used bicycle that my father has bought me to use to go anywhere, but the bike is now damaged because the tires are leaking and I don't have enough money to replace them.
"at what time, why is it so hard to get a bemo to go to school" as I look at the rising sun.
I kept walking down the street hoping to find a public transport that would take me to school. And at the end of the road, I finally saw a rickshawman who was relaxing waiting for passengers. I also took my foot steps towards the rickshaw.
"Sorry father, can you take me to SMPN 5?", I asked a middle-aged man who I thought was older than my father.
"oh, of course neng. let's ride", with a cheerful cheer in my heart and ride on the rickshaw
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During the trip I interacted a little with the father who brought me earlier, and I finally arrived at school right before the school gate was almost closed. I immediately paid the rickshaw fare and got off by running towards the gate before it was completely shut down by the school guards.
"Good morning, Bung Tomo!", I said with a grin that I did not feel guilty for calling him that.
"Good Morning, Neng Tika!. Tumben did not bring a bicycle!?", he asked with a slight chuckle because of my call earlier.
Oh yes, my name is Anne Grace. And everyone used to call me Tika. Grace is a combination of the names of my father and mother, Rahmat and Ika.
"The bike's broken, sir. I go first yes, afraid late", I said as I ran towards the cafeteria to leave my sale.
Arriving at the cafeteria, I immediately put the fried food while greeting Ms. Ida who was cleaning up her sale.
"Good Morning, Mom! I'm picking up fried, huh!? the number is 60 seeds", I said with a smile towards Bu Ida
"Good morning, deck Tika! tumben was a bit late", asked Ida who returned my smile.
"ah, my bike is damaged ma'am, so it's still muttering public transport", kekehku
"wah, yes. I almost forgot that today is Mr. Sukri's hour. Thank you, ma'am! excuse me first", then I passed from the canteen
I used to say hello to everyone I met at school. They've been considered like my own parents because they were so attentive to me that in fact only ordinary students. I am so grateful to meet people like that.
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My school life is normal. That's my opinion, but not according to my friends. When I told him I had to get up at 2am and do homework like sweeping, cooking and washing every day, they were shocked. Yes, anyone would be surprised by my habit of being more mature than my age. It's okay, this is all I'm used to doing to help dad who has to work all day.
I am a person who easily hangs out with friends. There may be some people who don't like me, but I can what when they call me according to the facts that I have. I only smiled wryly when I heard the insults about me. Let it go, I thought.
There must be a time, so I just have to try to finish school well and then find a job to help dad. That's resolve. Actually, I could have asked for money for pocket money every day on my father, but I refused and said to make the money that I made for selling capital only, so we could have additional income.
At first I didn't agree to sell, but I forced my father to let me. Finally my father agreed on the condition that I should not be exhausted and not neglect my schoolwork. I also agree. It's not really as easy as I imagined. When I first tried to peddle the fried food I made on the side of the road to people passing after school, people are reluctant and even though someone buys still the capital I use does not produce at all.
Until one day I accidentally met Mother Ida who wanted to help me by buying my fritters then she asked me to take her to school only. I'm so happy to hear that, and so excited to help my family's economy.
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Back in school, I was just an ordinary teenager who spent his time studying and working. My educational value is also standard but satisfying enough for a child who busies himself to help the parent economy. I was able to attend this school thanks to the scholarship I got. The entrance exam at this school was quite difficult, but thankfully I was accepted at the school because my test scores were quite high and was in the top row. This is a relief because it will ease the cost of my education that my father will bear.
Even in class I entered the top 10, considering my grades are quite high above average. But still can not be compared with other students who have followed the bill outside school hours. I remain grateful that I have enough competitiveness with my limitations, and hopefully I can still maintain it to make my father proud.
Today's lesson was quite brain draining because I needed to think about the theories explained by the teacher. I'd rather count than memorize theories. It's not that I hate, it's just that my brain isn't strong enough to memorize theories. Like this morning which began with Mr. Sukri's explanation of history. I have so much to remember about this history.
Time passed and school breaks came. My stomach feels hungry and my money is only left for the fare to come home later in the afternoon. If I usually bring a bike, then I will be able to buy something to make a hungry hanger. Today I have to go home on public transport to go home. I'm rattled. Do I have to buy food and go home on foot or hold my hunger and go home on public transport?
I could've asked for the fry today earlier, but I was reluctant to go see Ms. Ida. I also chose to busied myself to the library to study so as not to remember my hunger. I walked along the school corridor, and Brukk!
'Ah, it looks like I hit something!', my inner
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