THE LAST LOVE PIER
THE TRRLIS LOVE PIER
Chapters 2.
From the results of selling houses and rubber gardens Haris parents buy a house in the city of Jambi. His father then worked in a rubber processing factory located across the city of Jambi, while his mother just at home to take care of the household.
After moving to the city of Jambi Haris directly put into a state elementary school located not far from his home.
Until the 4th grade of elementary school Haris's achievement was very bad, he played more than studying, just because of the teacher's mercy alone he could go up the class, according to his teacher, if there is only one student who does not go to class then the student is Haris.
One day an event changed the course of his life. At that time he was busy playing football on the empty land in front of his house until just before the magrib, suddenly heard the sound of his mother screaming calling his name.
" Hariiis !! ".
" Yes mak ! ".
Haris immediately picked up his slippers and clothes and ran home, he did not want his mother to ride a black hole and to break it with rattan like a few days ago, not yet lost the pain he had sustained.
Haris who is still sitting in the 4th grade of SD looks dirty, feet full of scars and itching exposed to water fleas, dark skin sunburned, thin body flattened, and, thin chest like a board, rib bones protrude like a piano, like an unkempt child.
His father almost all day working in a rubber factory located across the city of Jambi, at dawn he had departed on his bike and then took a boat to work, approaching the magrib just returned home. Only on Sunday his father did not go to work, usually he invited Haris to fish in a small river located not far from their home.
No wonder Haris grew up like that, no one was watching, while his mother was busy taking care of household affairs and his little sister.
Up in the kitchen he grabbed a towel draped in a clothesline, took a bucket and soap place and then came out. Half-running him towards the neighboring well located near the swamp a few tens of meters from his house, the day was getting dark, soon he did not dare to go to the well that reportedly had a ghost.
In this lemarau season the well of many people is dry, even if there is enough water for cooking purposes, while for washing and bathing must be to a lower place, which is near the swamps, although the water is a bit murky and smells of mud.
This murky well is located on the bottom of a pond that is dry during the dry season, a pond that is usually used by the Chinese to grow hyacinth or kiambang as a staple food for the pigs they keep.
In the morning and evening this place is full of people, especially mothers who want to wash clothes so sometimes have to wait their turn.
Haris steps stopped under the rambutan tree, he saw a broken kite that was involved in the tree branch. Without a second thought he put down his luggage and immediately climbed up the sizable rambutan tree. Up above he tried to reach the kite but his hand did not arrive, then he climbed again and more to the end.
His left hand held on to a small branch, while his right hand was stretched out towards the kite, a little more until, he stuck out his hand until he managed to touch the end of the kite, but suddenly the kraak !!, the branch he was holding broke, he twisted and fell down.
He tried to move his body but could not, his whole body like tied with a rope, only his eyes could move right and left.
Fear began to envelop him, what happened?, where is he now?, those questions popped into his heart.
He imagined back at the time of the incident, his mother called him and he took the toiletries and ran as long as the neighbors were swampy, after that he saw a broken kite stuck in a tree and then he climbed the tree and.
He noticed that the room was set in white color cet it looked bright, but he did not hear any sound, it felt quiet, silent. With a deep breath he felt pain in his chest, like being stabbed by a needle.
Thoughts that did not start to rest on his head, maybe he will soon die, his life will be uprooted and carried by the angel Izroil to the seventh heaven as his religious teacher had told him. Or his soul will be drawn by the angel of death from the crown slowly until it is released from his body as he had read in the book of the Garden of Paradise.
But he didn't want to die, didn't want to, didn't want to, no, no!!, he screamed loudly but no sound came out of his mouth, he was getting more and more frightened.For a long time he was in such a state without being able to do anything, wanting to cry but no tears came out of his eyelids.
He listened as people spoke, he seemed to know the voice but not so clearly, as people whispered.
Suddenly he felt like someone was pulling him up, floating in the air, he thrashed while shouting.
" Brother !! ".
" Yes son, this is my mother ".
Haris regained his senses, faintly appearing to be the shadows of people standing around him, just for a moment, then unconscious again.
Ten minutes later he regained consciousness this time his vision began to clear, appearing both his parents and the neighbors around him.
One week he was hospitalized, fortunately he fell on a thick grass so that no bones were broken.
Since the incident there has been a big change in Haris, it has rarely played, more at home to learn, only out at the time of teaching or prayer in the mosque, he said, apparently the incident really traumatized him.
Gradually his school achievement began to increase, his report card which is usually flushed like balado sambal has changed with black, can already be ranked class until finally he can enter the best First Middle School.
In Junior High he was always the class champion, the value of Algebra and Measurement lessons that are a scourge for most students always get above average grades and not infrequently even get a score of 10 so that they can continue to SMA Negri 1 Jambi, Paforit High School in Jambi city.
