The Shah of First Love

BEGINNINGS

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No one wants his life to be difficult and no parent wants to give his children any hardship, if that happens, it is a destiny that must be accepted and lived. Who wants to protest when a child does not have good things like his friends, good clothes like his relatives, decent food like his neighbors. Do they need to protest to their parents who actually do not want to live like that, so what should we call on God to demand justice? Yet the Lord clearly knows better to His servant and measures how capable His servant he is of giving life in a temporary world.

All human beings are entitled and obliged to have desires and dreams, as well as Kani who always hopes to fly freely in search of a wider and better life. Even if he had to leave the room where he was born and lived for many years. Kani is a teenager who, like her friends, wants to be stylish, wants this, but the difference is that others whine at her parents, while she silently swallows all her wishes. Carving a promise in his heart, he would search for himself without the need to beg his firm father and his fierce mother, and there was no need to show Dahlia who was always jealous, too, or on Kenanga who always wanted to, or on her youngest sister Syamsir who always whined curiously on the stuff in her room every time.

Kani and her three sisters attend the same school, this year Kani will finish her education in junior high school, she can not stand the one desire to move from the school. He's been lazy being a pigeon there for years.

Sitting alone with accompanying books, no money to buy food like his friends, various reasons he threw to silence his friends who were just inviting, urgent, and so on, there was no intention of buying or thinking that he had no money. The girl with her hair tied high was always loyal there, moving only to the toilet, until it was always the subject of the conversation of the teachers and friends. Kani can only swallow saliva when asking for pocket money and his mother rebuked him while saying “The biggest child does not need to think about snacks, look at your sisters” that he always heard. Can only withstand the tightness while squeezing his own hands.

A few more minutes of rest ended, Kani decided to stand up, she fell back and took a quick step while looking down. His friend Reva, Teti, and Citra asked. He simply pointed at the toilet adjacent to the Hall and the Musholla with his round eyes. Kani continued to step, he gasped when from behind his back hit by a big back and hard, the field was crowded with high school children who were filling the break by playing ball.

“Aduh, sorry.” The man who hit him turned around, making sure that what he hit was okay, he did not want to make trouble on the first day of his move to the school. I looked at Kani who touched her back with her left hand. Kani was also stunned to see the face she had just seen. A man with thick curly hair, a symmetrical face and a jaw that is so sturdy, he has never seen such facial indentations and why, a man has such beautiful lashes lined up? She's just a girl with no thick, jet-black eyebrows connecting. “Canir..” The young man spoke while staring at Kani's name in the uniform and Kani hurriedly covered her name. He looked away, did not answer even though the young man had apologized, Kani could not bear to go to the toilet and she did not realize there was a pair of eyes watching him with the new student. The gaze does not accept.

After entering the class, Kani turned her head when her classmates talked about the new student of class 12 A named Amarendra, who just entered today, making a scene he said. Kani just raised an eyebrow not really care let alone splash like other girls, she remembered with the man earlier who hit her very hard. It must be that one and it was justified by his two friends, Reva and Teti.

At school, Kani clogs her ears with a headset. An object called Walkman that his father bought a month ago he always took him everywhere. The three-finger-wide thing fits in the pocket of the uniform or he hides it behind his jacket.  Walkman who always presents him with an entertainer song at a certain time, a radio, there is a good channel, there is the opposite, the thing is being talked about in recent months. Many teenagers want it.  

Kani belicates many times because a high school student named Heri is now approaching, Heri is waiting for her. The two walk together. Kani nodded, waving as Reva paused as well as Teti. While Citra, there is a far ahead there, avoid it because there is Heri.

“You also adore the new student?” heri and Kani turned their heads, not understanding. “You are obviously the same as the other girls, crazy about her.” He glanced sharply.

Kani removed one headset from her ear. “What do you mean, Her? Jealous again? What am I doing?” Kani was upset and Heri grinned, the man was convinced by his guess.

“Do not equate me with another girl, different class!!!” snapped fiercely Kani, she left, speeding up the pace as Heri chased and Kani ran then wrapped around Citra's shoulder. Heri braked and turned because of different directions. The girl always avoided him.

On the other hand there is Amarendra, he continues to look at the departure of Kani and his move to the school is not too bad. Something caught his attention and was curious.

“He's sweet,” murmured while swinging his foot pedaling a bicycle.

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Kani is speechless to see Reva today carrying a Pink phone, which is huge in size. Image and Teti touching just can't. Reva said it was a birthday gift from her father who had also not come home for three months. The beautiful girl continued to tout her joy of spending time together with her father and mother yesterday, with the new phone. Reva was like the gang leader in their friendship, no one dared to refute his words, let alone reject what he wanted. Reva is arguably the most prominent for her appearance, her things are nice and expensive, she always buys things that even her friends never see in class. Then Teti and Citra always borrow except Kani who feels inappropriate to wear good things, especially if it belongs to someone else.

“The Blueberry Hp Kayak!” The image tapped, the praise managed to make Reva's nose goosebumps.

“Black instead of Blue.” The drops gushed justifying and they laughed. Kani just kept quiet, squeezing the Walkman in his jacket pocket. Jealousy is seen stored in the look of his eyes.

Suddenly Reva turns to him, Kani shakes her head as Reva invites her to look at her new phone. Reva and Teti have been carrying mobile phones for several months, it is not unusual anymore at the school. Image also has but his parents did not give permission to be taken to school.

“Do you have a mobile phone? I forgot to ask this. Where is the number, I save it now.” Reva smiled and was ready to press her HP keyboard. Kani gulped, her face paled tense let alone Teti followed by wanting to save her number.

“Oke.” Reva believes so with Teti.

The four of them turned their heads as the younger class passed by.

“Eh, Dahlia! There's your brother you don't say anything?” yell Teti and glance at Kani.

“Kebelet, Sister.” Dahlia reasoned and went into the toilet.

“Art fight again?” whispered Citra and Kani shook her head. Kani and her three younger siblings left together and went home at different hours, during school, Kani just stared briefly when she happened to appear or cross paths with him. At home, he always advised that all his sisters do not act familiar with him let alone do strange, if possible, just act unfamiliar to him. He doesn't want to be complicated.

The entrance time was still a few minutes away, Reva took out the banana chips, they enjoyed it and Kani looked at her passing sister again while running.

“Where do you want to enter SMA? I have plans to stay at this school,” said Reva and everyone is interested in discussing it.

“I want to move to another school, lazy to be pigeon since SD here,” replied Kani and Citra mangut-mangut.

“I also need a new atmosphere.” The image of the manyun and the latter Teti expressed his desire to change schools as well. Just like Kani, she got tired of the school and finally they had to end the chat, it was time to get in.

In the class Dahlia was, the sister who most often quarreled with her brother was silent to watch his friends wear a new bag, he looked at the used bag belonging to his sister who was blinded. His eyes were now glaring as all the items he was wearing were almost all Kani's. Whether when he has new things, just for him, he also wants and intends to ask his mother with the risk of getting angry.

In the afternoon a little drizzle, Dahlia expressed her desire to want new school tools, suddenly it makes Kenanga who heard the follow-up want too. While Kani who had been busy peeling potatoes just silently listened to her sisters whine. Plus Syamsir who came asking for snacks. Their mother's face flushed with anger, Ms. Ismi's name.

“Mother is dizzy if you are like this and you, Dahlia! There's nothing wrong with using second-hand stuff from your Tetehmu.” Bu Ismi's eyes glanced at her eldest son. “Still good and wearable, do not want much, you are not born from family are. Do not equate the ability of your parents with the parents of your friends who have a good job and a big salary. At least think about your father. Stop whining or Mother law. There! Help your Tetap cook.”

Bu Ismi's voice was still low despite being firm, Kani's lips cut down as her sisters approached.

“Don't style much, we people don't have,” Kani said as she rubbed the child's hair back. Dahlia and Kenanga Manyun, holding back tears also swallowed all their desires.

The three girls in the modest booth house were busy cooking, their mother was pounding coffee beans that had been dried for days, Syamsir also intervened to help with homework. He was asked to sift the ground coffee grounds to separate the rough and soft mana to brew.

Comfort is not available to all families, not just the Kani family, there are still many families out there whose lives are even more difficult.

The dinner menu at Kani's house today is rather luxurious, one-bowl potatoes mixed with one egg, can not be rounded to become a food called Perkedel in perfect form. But they enjoy it with fried sambal and pollen rice.

Kani as the oldest child must be able to guide and exemplify the good to his three younger siblings, especially for home affairs he did more. There is nothing littered in the house, everything has to work and discipline especially to wake up that should not be misfortune, if not, all, it will be like Kani who is now being washed by one dipper because she has been awakened many times he did not wake up, late morning prayers, help with homework, and cooking.

Kani was aghast while rubbing her wet face and tangled hair. His mother had been staring with eyes almost going to slip out so much.

“What time is this, Kani?” Shouting fiercely while shaking his waist. Kani lowered her head and her shoulders slumped as her mother approached, she was afraid of getting hit. But it didn't, his mom was a little nice, just doused him and he came out quick. Stuck looking at the clock in the room, his sisters had all breakfast, were wearing shoes, while he? He quickly grabbed the towel from the clothesline, went into the restroom in a hurry.

“You wait for Kani tea?” Kenanga's face complained to Dahlia. Dahlia shook her head, proposing to go first let alone Shamsir who likes to walk slowly will make them all late. The three of them also say goodbye, Kani who heard a rush to wash her body. In a panic, his eyes were watering, the first lesson of Mathematics, the middle-aged teacher would punish him this way.