The Young Child

Part 1's

Being a darling ?

Always a priority ?

Or even have the most love ?

In fact, all of that cannot always be obtained by the youngest child. There comes a time when it is the youngest child who sacrificed for his brothers, like this story, the story of a little girl who grew up. Halwa Miranti's name, and she's a youngest child.

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The boisterous, cheerful voice was earthy with a shrill bell sound. Marking the beginning of the day when the prospective leaders of the nation will start their journey. School.

"Well, if Yuyun grew up what would it be ?" at that moment, Ms. Rahma asked patiently to each of her students.

" Yuyun wants to be Bu's teacher, so he can help others," Yuyun's voice was full of ambition he had a noble dream, to educate the nation's children.

"If Rian wants to be what ?" back Bu Rahma asked, this honorary teacher is really extraordinary he is able to soak emotions when the other class students act a lot, able to give a myriad of apologies to them.

"Rian wants to help Mom, so rich Abah takes care of the villas of the city people, let's get a lot of money Mom," not infrequently there are also children who choose to drop out of school and continue their parents' journey.

In our village the majority of the population relies on attractions, many people sell or even take care of villas city people, as did his father Rian. The peak is really a tour that can lengthen the eyes, and calm the heart.

"Well, if Halwa wants to be what ?"

"Halwa wants to be a doctor, ma'am," at that time I answered without much thought, which is in my mind if not to be a doctor well, to be a teacher.

Two professions, which become an alternative if anyone asks about the ideals of elementary school.

***

A teenage girl smiling amusedly eyed the moment nine years ago, it felt only yesterday she was wearing a white hijab with a slant, now she can wash her own clothes.

"Indonesian duty for tomorrow we work together yuk, at home I'm just, Mamah the same father came home from his tea garden in the afternoon, I'm bored if it's alone," this is not the first time I accompanied Anggi, Anggi, as an only child Anggi is always lonely when his parents go to the garden. Actually, not lonely but Anggi afraid when alone at home.

There is a reason why Anggi became a coward like this, Anggi was once an indigo child. A typical child, who because of his advantages he was shunned by his friends, a child who became the topic of conversation as he passed by, a child considered crazy by some people.

But, that was when we were both in the third grade of Elementary School, there was a teacher who suggested that Anggi be taken to a boarding school located in Java, Anggi in "treated" by ustadz there, I myself do not know what his name is, which is clearly the way it is not out of the rules of Islam.

"May, now I go home first want to change clothes, continue to cook for the same Father Mother, if they come home there is no food there can be an impromptu study at home hehehe ...." Yes, it's true the affairs of the house are left entirely to me, as the "youngest son" is already my duty to wait for the house.

Anggi put his index finger and thumb together to form the letter O, he walked smiling, because he would not be afraid to wait for his parents at home when with Halwa.

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"Higher, Isma did not want to, but I also know the children of Isma next year have entered Kindergarten, Isma spending more and more," Halwa's wide steps stopped on the porch of his house.

Pointing out his intention to say hello and enter, Halwa prefers to hear a rowdy voice from the living room of her house.

"Udah sir, let Halwa stop her school, Hamdan already want to enter second grade High School, already in the middle of the road Pak, other Halwa is female, do not need high school, the ends also take care of the kitchen, kitchen, kitchen, besides Halwa is the youngest child.let him wait for home, take care of Mother and Father too," this time the sound of Hamdan bass heard in Halwa's eardrum.

Pain, pain, Halwa's chest feels tight, as if the oxygen supply around him has been thinned, tears also adorned her face.

Unable to hear more words that make his heart sliced, Halwa ran carrying a large rock that is currently hitting his chest, in his mind there is only one name Anggi.

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