The Story of Sigma Men
23. Dreams
Zahid's body was thin and tall, but his stature was stunning. His nose is a little sharp. Her hair is getting longer. His ears are almost invisible.
A man like him really doesn't reflect a candidate for a scientist. One might think it was a band boy, a vocalist.
Zahid eagerly headed for the array of pure science books, then took the book Basic Physics.
Zahid looked for one of the seats among which many still looked empty. He sat quietly, straightened his neck, then straightened his neck.
Sighing for a moment, then sheet by sheet he continued to read. He was really excited when he was dealing with books, drifting in every page by page, and engrossed himself with the arrangement of letters that make up words.
He started to rush back to class. He went to the shelf where the books of pure science were and put the basic physics book right where he picked it up an hour ago.
Zahid passed the shelves of language and literature books. On the shelf was also lined with novels. He looked around the shelf.
“Hu... Literature... beauty!” he said to himself.
Zahid took one of those hundreds of literary books, randomly opened its pages, then skimmed through.
“Huuu... Beauty... boring!” muttered.
He scratched his head, but he himself did not feel itchy. Not because he does not often bershampo, not also because of psychic disorders, but he scratches his head on the grounds of a mockery.
Then, he highlighted the rows of novels. He read with the focus of the titles from the novels then commented in a cynical tone,
“Huu.. This is again a fictitious story, created by the imagination of others. It's boring to spend time understanding something made up and designed!”
The whisper was recorded faintly by three women who were busy reading. They turned his chair a hundred and eighty degrees clockwise.
At once they looked at the man who had been grumbling indistinctly, staring at the man from head to toe, many times.
Sort of enveloped in the astonished feeling of seeing extraterrestrials, they were stunned to look.
“Are you crazy? Huh!?"
With a spotlight full of aggravation the woman who wore a light blue shirt gave a fierce mockery.
Zahid downloaded the cruel gaze, summarizing the diatribe into his mind. The three women were trapped in his eyes.
But there was only one woman who became his point of view, the woman on the far left, who finished throwing the word “gila” just now.
In the space of two seconds she summarized: beautiful, sweet, elegant, proportionate, her lips red without lipstick; lips that taste with temptation; lips that poultice with a persuasive touch, his nose is pointed for the Indonesian class, his eyes sparkle, chin is quite pointy, must be smart, and... THAT'S SANGAR!!!
Zahid melengos fast. He scattered his visionaries on the fiction novels he had ridiculed earlier.
“Weird basis!” added the lady.
It seemed that only this woman was the one who was the least pleased with the small criticism from Zahid earlier.
“Eeee... yes.. sorry,” replied Zahid shy.
His facial expression did not feel good because the contents of his tongue were accidentally heard by others. He left the library. On the way he spoke to his heart, Maybe it was the children of Language and Literature. So, it was natural that they were angry when they heard my criticism earlier.
***
The sun is hot. The heat roasts the ground. The transfer of heat through sunlight radiation makes the rocks dry out.
The leaves thank you for the donation of UV light to produce oxygen. The simple cottage was trapped in a hot knit.
After honoring the Creator, Uzlah again prepared to help his mother sell. He serves every customer who buys.
His mother's small cottage provides various types of pempek, models, and tekwan. All that is sold is typical Palembang food.
“Kak, pempek lenjernya three and pempek eggs three.” said the girl who wears SMP uniform.
“Wait a minute.”
Uzlah took the pempek-pempek mentioned, then wrapped it in a plastic bag. Then he poured the shop into another plastic.
“This. Money six thousand.”
“Thank you. "
“Ya, equally.”
Uzlah sat in the hut whose roof was of zinc. The area of the cottage was only two times three meters, enough for six people who wanted to visit.
“Nak, still read the book?”
“Still Mom, while there is a spare like now is better to read, rather than daydreaming about things that are not-not,” replied Uzlah while turning to the next page.
The sound of the sheet of paper sounded smooth. As smooth as the relationship of love between a mother who loves her child, and vice versa.
“Good, Son, then. O yes, Rian is home, not yet?” ask Miss Mirna.
“Numbered, Mom. Maybe in a minute.”
“Your sister's finger is yes, son, let's be smart and do well like you.”
Uzlah folds small at the end of the forty-eight page paper section. Chapter on electricity, then close the book.
“Bu, Uzlah want to ask Mother.”
“What, Nak?”
“Begini, Mom. Suppose, Mother is trusted by others because of the advantages of Mother. But, I can't live up to that belief. What about the attitude of the mother towards the person who has given her trust earlier?”
“You should first understand the advantages of Mother before agreeing on a trust that you will live. Must be thought through first. If it is mature, I accept the trust. Your question was wrong, son. Supposedly, what is the attitude of Mother before receiving a trust or trust?”
Uzlah awkward, felt wrong in entering the talk. Actually he wanted to invite his mother to talk about the problem of his desire to continue school.
“Begini, Mom. Suppose, Mother has an achievement that makes Mother teachers proud and finally gives a belief that later Mother will continue and improve the achievement. Mother teachers believe that later Mother will be more intelligent and accomplished. What would Mom do? I see, Mom,” firmly Uzlah clearly.
“Of course Mother will learn more because it has been trusted by Mother's teachers. Mother will prove to Mother's teachers that Mother will be even better.”
Uzlah silence for a moment and dive into his mind. He held onto his High School physics book and played it.
“Bu...,” says Uzlah. He looked down at the ground. "I've been trusted by my high school teachers, Mom. They wish they could see me much better than High School time. They have given me confidence that I will improve my achievements. Nah. How do I tell my teachers that now I'm not in college, Mom.”.
“Son, let alone your teachers, I really wish you were better than you were in High School yesterday. I really hope you become a smart and accomplished person. I'd love it if you could go to college, too. But, where's the money for your tuition, son.”
Uzlah. He is sad in hope.
“Mother ask. You want to go to college to learn and do well, or to take away your shame on your teachers and friends, son?”
Uzlah. He was stunned in silence, looking towards the roof of the cottage. His mother looked at him straight.
Uzlah sighed. “Emm. I want to study and study as high as the sky."
“You must not be provoked by what your friends do, son. You must have been watching your friends in college a lot. You deserve to be envious. And finally you're ashamed of your friends. For the trust issues of your teachers, I'm sure they won't put you down because you didn't go to college, son. Rest assured. The achievement was achieved not only through studying in college, not just because you are considered a student.”
“Yes, Bu.” Uzlah nodded slowly.
“You're not ashamed that you didn't go to college, son. If in the eyes of your teachers you are an accomplished person, of course they will judge you like that no matter what, including because you can not continue school.”
“Yes, Bu.” Little heart wailing.
Miss Mirna stroked her first child's hair. He lamented the state of his son who desperately wanted to be able to go to college like his friends, looking at his son's face with love and love.
His whole heart was hoping that his son could become a student. I want her to cry above hope, shed tears over her child's ideals.
“Your late father used to say. Why do we always see a rainbow over someone else's head? Why do we never see the beautiful color of the rainbow above our own heads?”
“I understand, Mom.”
“Yes, Son. We always see something in others. We always assume that the advantages and pleasures are always in the hands of others, while we are never able to feel it.”
“Yes, Ma'am,” said the man with the sharp nose and thick eyebrows.
“Just like you always think that everything beautiful and good must be in someone else. You see your friends can go to college while you can't. You always see the lives of others who are much better than you.”
Uzlah.
“Nak, rest assured that in each of us this has the advantages and disadvantages of each. And each of us has got a dose of fate each. I hope you get rid of that shame of not being able to go to college, son.”
In fact, it could be Uzzah continued school with a scholarship. But the conversation with his mother had made him have to think again.
Especially if he is busy in college, who will help his mother in making a living?
