The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

Become a Hero

The melodious splashing of birds out there, welcoming the sun which since morning has displayed its beauty.between want to wake humans from sleep or want to hum together with flying freely in the air. being a bird is fun, right?.

Rhythm with the song of birds in the sky melodious no less melodious as well as the subtle whistling of an old man who was watering the flowers.

"pak tan" call a small zan who had noticed the motion of the tan sir.

the first call is not mentioned and even more fun humming.

"pak tan" finally in Manarik-pull uniform sir tan.

"uh what's wrong with zan?" put the place down and water the plant.

"i want to ask" he said taking place watering plants that were put originally by the tan sir.

"what's that?" take out the grass scissors while squatting.

"what is a doctor psychologist?" paying attention to the tan sir with hands that go to and fro divides the plants that are thirsty.

mr. Tan suddenly raised his gaze. looked at Zan who was also staring at him. "son zan heard it from whom?" continue the work, mowing the grass.

"i accidentally read an article in a magazine about a psychologist and a mental disorder" Masi looked down.

"a psychologist who you know is like a doctor but he treats people whose mental health is compromised" shifts a little of his body to the other grass.

"what is mental?" he moved his body without turning his eyes.

"emmm what yes, such as someone who is irritable, easily exposed to stress, and so on" now switch to picking dry leaves.

"i don't understand" wrinkled his forehead with eyes that never turned.

"for example, like someone who has a desire to end his life or someone who always feels lonely.it is usually called mentally disturbed" explained clearly.

"mentally speaking is someone whose common sense has been compromised?" following tan's moving.

"it's not like that, mentally it's like a tissue in the human body that is different in each body" he began to be confused.

"different?" return to watering the plant while paying attention to sir tan.

"some are mentally strong, some are mentally weak" cut one leaf that zan does not know what a leaf is.

"ohh" his eyes turned forward.

"why does Zan ask that?" look briefly.

"when I read the magazine, there was a phone number of child psychologists. There was also a divorce paper people knew would make children lose everything and mentally disturbed" he said.

mr. Tan laid off his hand, when he heard the divorce he was reminded of the incident a few days ago that made his heart and feet tremble.

"you're worried about Mr Rangga, aren't you?" finished his hand and looked at Zan.

zan nodded assuring tan sir.

mr. Tan smiled as he patted zan on the shoulder and passed his death.

"pak tan how about we call that doctor for rangga?" chasing after mr. tan.

mr. Tan stopped on the spot, unwilling to turn around.

"two days is not a hunger strike?" standing in front of the tan sir because he already knew the tan sir did not want to turn his body.

mr. Tan again just smiled thinly and patted zan's shoulder slowly.

****

"can't I be here with him?" standing in front of a tall man.

"of course you can" smiled sweetly and rubbed zan's head.

zan opened the door to the room and closed it quietly, a boy sitting on his bed with various toys beside him.

he played by himself.

"good afternoon young master" lowered his head slightly as a form of respect to the little boy.

Rangga was just silent, staring flat and empty.

"introduce my name doctor anggara. how is mr rangga?" a sweet smile walked over.

the one asked was silent, he didn't even hear the doctor.

"sir rangga?" touching his hand to the little shoulder.

"silence" she cried loud as possible.

but it did not make the doctor was afraid or trembling.he instead smiled to the roost, it made her wonder.The doctor stared at an anpanman's toy.

"you know the power of the anpanman hero? " holding the toy and then in his eyes.

"without power" replied quietly while staring at his toy that someone else was holding.

"the anpanman has a very different power from other heroes" still holding the anpanman he mentioned.

Listening quietly even though the look in his eyes did not change at all.So did zan who stood not far from them.

"anpanman is a good hero who is willing to help everyone.he will take part of his body made of red bean bread to give to everyone who needs it" pointing at the brown part of the face while looking like a story.

"that's just the power of the anpanman" lowered his hand that held it. "but do you know? although often ostracized for being the weakest hero in the world, anpanman never stops to give his body parts to give to others" staring fixedly without giving his opponents distance.

"he's stupid" said Rangga did not like the story.

the doctor laughed, "he's not stupid sir, anpanman is the best hero, a hero who is always lonely because people are shunned" staring warmly at the black bead.

he grabbed a small hand hidden in a thick blanket and then wiped it.

"can I be anpanman?" he wanted to pull his hand but his own hand was very comfortable with the swab.

"of course you can" smiled warmly.

Rangga was comfortable with that smile, his heart warmed.it was the incident that day that made him like this.but when he saw the doctor's smile, the fenara doctor, he was like looking at his papa Dimata.

"want to try being an anpanman?" his hand stopped but the warm smile was still there.

rangga.

"a hero has to be brave, so will you tell me how you feel?" his tone was very subtle and even very polite went into the eardrum.

rangga nodded and he smiled.not a faded smile but a typical smile of a child his age.The smile was thin but could very well be felt the meaning of his smile.

SERIATE

ps: remind the author if there is a typo