The Unconsidered Bungsu

CHAPTER 7 Trying to accept

The days passed as usual. I don't remember what Mom said the other day. Every day I run a task like the day2 before. Go to the market in the morning and go home in the afternoon before the magrib. I don't want to open until night like I used to. .Because now there are many culinary traders who sell at night. Moreover, the mother also began to often tired.

Oh yea. Because now I have no school then I leave for the market early.But still do the work at home first. Mother and Mother Nia still leave at 6:00.

This morning after the morning prayers I began to sweep the floor of my room. Continue to the living room and living room. Brush over the front porch. Usually Eva also does the same activities as me in the morning. But since participating in the PTN entrance selection he has started busy pacing and taking care of this. We both rarely met.

Finished sweeping me into the room and sitting facing the table. The school books that are still on my desk are sorted out. I put it in a big crackle bag and I put it under the table. The blank notebook I left on the table. Sometimes I often dorolet2 if again for the mind. Like this morning.

" Not taken a shower Aira ? " The father who had just finished breakfast was already standing at the door of my room that I had left open.

" Stepy, Dad. Still lazy. " Reply . Dad turned around and went out towards the terrace. I took a notebook and a pen. My hands are dancing on paper and writing poetry. I don't know why if there's anything I think about this hand easily stringing words together.

* What charm you have, you,

until I was so amazed and could not forget you

Like running water, my dear to you will never stop **

I didn't realize I was daydreaming. Remembering hari2 yesterday when he was at school.. I wrote this poem in class. The lesson was empty and was given only the task of taking notes. It just so happened that Dika was sitting behind me with Faris. As usual, empty hours are always on chatting and joking. I'm doodling table scribbles. And this poem is written. Faris who was always nosy saw me writing the table was approaching. Arrived2 he read my writing aloud.

How sad I was at that moment. Moreover, Dika also took a glance at my table. Yana, who was sitting next to me, laughed at me.

Huuh ! Basic Faris. I became a smile2 myself remembering the incident.

There were footsteps approaching my room. Apparently Dad. " It's been seven and a half hours Aira. Take a shower and go to the market. Your mother will be angry . " Dad reminded me.

I got out of the chair and took a towel.

" It's just going to the bathroom, Dad! " my Sahut.

I was in the bathroom soon. I wet my hair so that my head is light. My mind is clear and can forget my sadness.

Sad to be separated from friends and family at school. Also sad because they can not continue school to a higher level. Even if it is only two years, it cannot.

After the shower I went out and went into the room to change clothes. Before long I was neat and stepped out of the house to the market to the food stall.

While waiting for the angkot passed by Aunt Fina her mother Eva who had just returned from the market with Bude Fara Budenya Eva.

" Want to go to the market, Aira? " ask Aunt Fina.

" Oh yeah. Aunty also regretted you did not go to college with Eva. " hereinafter.

" Aunty was happy because Eva had a friend. But you're not even so. "

Aunty Fina said with an adorable face. Bude Fara also looked at me.

" No pa pa Aunty. Maybe next year Aira can follow Eva " . I answered while holding back the tears that had pooled in the corner of the eye. I blinked so that these tears wouldn't fall on my cheeks.

It was fortunate that there were already angkots coming so that I could avoid them. I just don't want the conversation to continue and end up sad again.

I tried to be sincere and accept. I don't want to trouble my parents.

Arriving at the market I stepped towards the food stall. Because it's still morning so I have a lot to do here. You see, mom's stalls are ramen in the morning. Many hawkers or traveling vegetable merchants who eat breakfast here .

There are also traders of meatballs or fried rice that sell at night. They're shopping for materials for sale tonight.

For a long time I began to get used to the atmosphere of the market from morning to afternoon. Let me try to live what is in front of me right now.

For a while I forgot my desire for college. I'll try to blend in with the 2 people around me . Not just my age, but of all ages. Most are older.

Hahaa ! This is my world.

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