
"Pelangiii.... "
I turned towards the source where there was the sound of people calling me.
"Pelangiii.... "
"Rainbow... how beautiful you are.. red... " The man continued, along with his friends, chanting him.
"Hhh.. " I snorted a rough breath. This is not the first time I have been made fun of.
"Hahahha. You are so sick. Our people are singing.. "
I didn't bully them and immediately ran towards the house. Open the door in a hurry and then close it again.
Storing a black scraped bag of eggs, salt and rice I just bought from Nia's tea shop in front of the alley.
I immediately opened the rice plastic and took 3 cups, and I put it in the basin and washed it.
Once it tasted clean enough, I stuffed the rice into the little magicom and turned it on.
While waiting for the rice to ripen, I fry a few eggs in cow's eyes and drain them. Then slicing red onion, garlic, cayenne pepper and also tomatoes.
I was making eggs soy sauce my favorite food, deliberately frying a few grains so that it could be enough to eat 2 people until night. For me and my brother Fajar.
"Teh... has it not been tea? Fajar laper pisan teeh. This is what time try, later bad luck! " My brother Dawn is very disciplined about time. She is now 8 years old and is now in 2nd grade elementary school.
"Udah pause again.wait, there is still time.nasi his mateng about 10 minutes more Jar... " I said as I blotted the eggs in the pan.
"Steh ask Jar for help. Get that can over here! "
Dawn according and bring a box or tin of old cakes and store them on the table.
After the osengan ripened, I opened the can containing my savings from selling bread at school.
"Ck.. still less Jar.. less 30 thousand for your SPP..let alone there is no pisan, how or now what date? we have been waiting for 2 months for SPP.. We can not ask the mother, even though the mother sent money through what try.. " I complained, and counted the money back, who knows I miscalculated.
I counted many times, but the number did not increase.
"Fajar help keep selling bread only at tea school.many tea that if the morning is not at breakfast, who knows someone who buys tea.. " My brother said.
I was stunned, feeling pain in my heart to hear my sister's words. She was indeed a kind and understanding sister, never demanding or asking for anything. Even asking for pocket money is almost never.. As long as his morning breakfast, he will fill his break time by reading books in class.
It is very different from other children and their peers who are still spoiled and sometimes still whine for toys.
While brother? He's never bought a toy.
Hallo-o.. Introduce, my name is Rainbow.
If asked when you see a rainbow, what is on your mind? beautiful right?
Mejikuhibyriu..
That's what I had in mind as a child. Full colorful cheerful.
Before, I was thinking... My parents gave me the name Rainbow to make my life happy and colorful.
But after growing up, the color is not only about the beautiful rainbow colors. But there's also black... There are also white.. Which makes him ashes.
And my life is not as beautiful as my name. Life grey...
My brother and I were orphans, my father died a few years ago in a road accident. While my mother is now working in Jakarta to become a household assistant.
Me and Fajar decided to live together in the family home of the father, because it was a pity if they had to move schools to Jakarta.While the mother worked in Jakarta with her employer for a while, he said, no one accompanied me.
"Teh... Which bread should Dawn bring? " The well-equipped dawn in school uniform and finished breakfast, stood before me.
I picked up a basket containing dozens of loaves of bread that I took at dawn from his factory in Rt next door, "This is Jar. You bring 10 only first yes.. the rest of the 30 let's take it to school.. " I put 10 loaves of bread in a scraping bag and tied them up.
"Daddy tea... " He took the crackle and kissed the back of my hand. "Fajar go first. teteh do not get bad luck again.later called to the BK room, can influence to the achievements of the school.. Assalamu'alaykum's chat. " His advice, take his greetings.
"Wa'alaykumusalam.. Yes, this is 5 minutes away from leaving, or you use a bicycle or just let's get tired! "
"Ngga teh. deket ko. "
"Yes, be careful.. "
I stared at my little brother's back from a distance, really he was the definition of a child sholeh my pride and mother.
Time continued to flow.I immediately prepared and took the bag and put it on my shoulder. And grab a crackle bag of bread for me to sell to my friends at school.
Because the distance from home to school takes approximately 15 minutes using a bicycle. I was wearing trousers and T-shirts from home, having just changed into a school uniform.
While taking out my old bicycle from my father, I locked the front door and prepared to pedal my bike vigorously 45.
"Heyy.. Rainbow the baker......! rotii... " Suddenly there was the sound of a bell that used to make fun of me it sounded loud in the ears.
I didn't press him at all, waiting for him to leave first with a smile full of ridicule.
"Basic huuuugh tuluiiiii.. " His Maki again, while advancing his motor matic.
I grunt again.
It's Maya..
The son of the RT chairman in my area who is quite decent, his life is never lacking but somehow from childhood very fond of mocking me.
He was my age, but we were different schools. He attended a prestigious private High School where the majority of his students were of Chinese descent.
Come to think of... What is he cheating on me? from childhood I always gave up when playing with him.
Even after he grew up, he still did.
Never mind...
We can't compare and judge people from the outside, right? maybe he does have everything, but maybe something makes him that way.
Stay positive aboutking Pela!
Life is more beautiful if we are always grateful...
Paddle your bike and let's move with passion for achievement...
Hi Rainbow!!!!
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