When Kalbu Tells a Story

4. Still holding back

...As long as I can bear it, I will endure it until the end of my patience....

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When the school is dissolved, all the children are competing to go out, go to the parking lot to drive their respective vehicles. I also have to take my vehicle, a vehicle without an automatic engine, a healthy vehicle without pollution, especially if not my favorite ontel bike. Ontel bike full of memories with Dad, mother bequeath her to me.

"My favorite bike, my ontel kang it's time for us to go. Go go!!"

I'm like a crazy person who likes to talk to his favorite stuff, I can't if I don't talk to my ontel kang. He's been like my oldest friend, all the kids in my school already know about me. Yes, three years I went to school here - yes they still don't know me, the girl who is often mocked this seedy.

Behind the shabby taunts sometimes I always get questions from school friends, aren't you angry at saying seedy? Why do you keep quiet when that name is made for you? Is it that strong your heart accepts it? I answered all those questions with my heart, too.

"I'm not angry with that name, after all their words are real, I'm a slum. So why am I angry, angry will just waste my time, and I don't like it!"

The simple answer I always give them, because I'm a typical person who doesn't want to waste time. Moreover, angry because it is just a trivial name, unless they have brought my mother's name, I might be angry and will not be able to hold my patience anymore. If it can still be accepted by my heart, I will still try to welcome the slum happily.

On the way back to the man's house there was no morality to stop my bike by claxing.

Tet tet.....

"Neng neng's... Let's stop!"

"ee.... Who the hell?" My bike suddenly lost its balance, a little more I will fall into solokan.

"Neng, stop!" yell again the man.

I stopped the bike, and looked back, "What? He again, well how is this?"

I was really confused and afraid of how to deal with that basket-eyed man. The man is married and even has a daughter the same age as me. What do people say later? Lord, please help me face an immoral man like him.

"Ari the Eneng, she called him diem wae!" The man poked my arm.

"Ih, what the hell? Watch out, I'm going through!"

"Company kok is not beautiful, mending along with my brother riding a motorbike. "

"Well, than I have to ride the bike with you! I better ride an ontel bike. "

Over time the man got more rampant, he pulled my hand tightly.

"Come neng!"

"Take off me, otherwise I'll scream!"

"Come on, same time brother kayak that!"

"Please!" I bit the arm of that morbid man.

"Aw, shit!"

I immediately groped my bike hard, I should be able to run from the man.

"Oh my God, let me not be found with that man again!"

The body that was still trembling from fear, the face that still looked pale from fear, it was all visible in me. Upon arrival at home I immediately shut myself up, calming my panicked heart.

"How's this? That guy keeps chasing me, if you know-you're gonna worry about me every time. Ah, I'm really afraid of God!"

Those grunts that I was doing, the school uniform still stuck to my body, the little black bag I was still carrying. Sometimes I sit in bed, sometimes I wake up from the bed.

"How's it?"

"How's it?"

The question kept haunting me, before long my mother came home from the river.

"Assalamualaikum, Kalbu have you gone home?"

"You're so upset, the uniform's still on your body!"

My guess is right, I must ask, "Oh yeah, Kalbu forgot!"

"Forgotten or on purpose?!"

"Seriously ma'am, Kalbu forgot! It may be on purpose,"

"Well, I believe in you."

"We'd better get in, mom get changed and if you can today I'll have a break. Can not go again to the river, Kalbu do not want the mother getting tired. "

"Can't son, I have to go back to the river after praying and eating. "

I almost forgot not to cook today, all because of that guy.

"Geez, I forgot mom!"

"Forgot what?"

"I haven't cooked yet, you must be so hungry?!"

"It's okay, son, just let mom cook this time. By the way our rice stock is still there, right?"

I'm confused what to say to mom, I've asked her about rice stock.

"Son, why are you quiet?"

"A.. Nu... "

"Anu what? By the way, mom. "

"Our rice stock has run out, even our food has run out. "

"Ep... Then, mom will go to the stall. "

"Well, do you have money?"

"God is there, son. "

"Well, now I take a bath and pray."

"Don't forget to pray too!"

"I no longer pray. "

"Oh yeah, I forgot!"

Mother went to the bathroom that was still a mess, then mother performed Dzuhur prayers.

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"Kalbu, I go to the shop first!"

"Yes, mom!"

I never knew, did you really have money to buy rice? Or are you just pretending? Instead of my brain being filled with questions, I decided to follow my mother to the stall. After I followed mom to the stall, it turned out that mom really had money.

"Alhamdulillah, it turns out that mother is not lying. "

Even though we are poor, we are trying not to owe anyone, we are trying to live as they are and not follow their style. Most people are often willing to owe to and fro to meet a glamorous lifestyle, without seeing the condition of him who is in need of attention, not in need of a luxurious lifestyle.

We may be stylish at will, but we also have to look at the condition of our wallets and pockets. Has it covered everything? Or can it cover all needs? If it is not, you should immediately refrain from being affected by those who live glamorous lives since birth.

The more we follow our desire to look cool in the human eye, the greater the responsibility we will find later. So, live simply, but meet all needs without having to owe.

We must learn to be grateful for all the blessings that God has given us, the more we thank Him, God willing, all the blessings God will give us, even all our passions God willing we will be able to endure it.