The Dreamer
Part 5's
"it's done fatul" asked ma'am dance to me.
"mommy already" I raised as high as my work.
"good "value bu dance while giving a thumbs up to me.
Haaha Igin laughed. Which is my work but I'm proud of. And it seems like the creatures in my class don't know. Halah....
....
cring. "please rest the child"
"well mom"
one by one we were out of class. Like a herd of bees searching for honey our flowers spread out in all directions of commerce. Yes, that is for those who are thick. Who does not play just play until tired if tired ya rest so ngak njajan.
"Fatul, njajan yuk" said my friend Eva
"o yes, my money will be brought by my brother yes" I replied remembering.
"What if I just ask him, how will he spend?? "
"You're coming to your sister's class"
"Don't, your brother's still a lesson"
"Right, still this right when snacking yes snack. "
"I'm going first"
I hurry up and stay my friend. I ran small towards my sister's class excitedly. Until I got there, classroom 6 with the guardian of Supardi Spd. sd. He said he was a fierce teacher.At first I paused my burning intentions earlier slowly chirp. All right but it's okay I'll start by peeking where my brother sits.
Coincidentally the 6th class door was an old door.Bunyi kretttt... krett is no stranger to being a special feature when opening it because I have to be careful not to be discovered. It was also fortunate that the door was old, so that the gauntlet was broken and rusty, leaving behind a hole for me to look for my brother.
"Where's the table" I turned the eyeballs looking for my brother between the sleepy faces of his friends. Deg.. my heart was stunned faintly from earlier I heard pardi telling a story that made me shocked is the story when he told a mother. Mr. Pardi is not a religious teacher but his story certainly makes them want to understand it with tears. Here's the story
"... when you go to school what is the purpose of kaliyan. What you are looking for in school. Why you guys go to school. Why your parents work for your school. What does parents mean to you. Am I among your parents...??? "
At that time the whole class was quiet with no sound. The student who initially fell asleep woke up. Moreover, a student named Takim who can get angry out of Pak Pardi for not working on PR. And at that moment I found the face of the man I called the brother. He is the only person who dares to stare at Mr. Supardi's explanation because last night his PR was finished, especially his thin brain so easy for him〒\_〒(males nyeritain actually) .
Continue to the lecture of Mr. Supardi. He held his head while standing up he stroked the kapala kak Takim. Kremat kak Takim scattered and he was trembling afraid that his kapala was hit by Pak Pardi who had a bald mustache. But strangely pardi sir who is notoriously fierce and very fierce, and very fierce it was just quietly slowly he turned out to tear up (Yes he was tired of anger, he was tired of being angry, gigabisin ╥_╥ energy)She then told her students.
"... My son's child all this life needs a purpose, and that goal for anyone does not look big or small his age. You if you learn the way to fall continue to stand up to stand up again. There must be a purpose. And the goal is when you can walk. Even when you are a baby, you have a purpose. Right now. Kaliaan ask yourself... Why do mothers make breakfast every morning, for what fathers exhaust their own bodies for the fullness of the stomach of the wife's children. For what parents say prayers every night so that their children are smart and godly. Not bad for food, pocket money, clean uniforms, complete school supplies. Remember your parents' children at work what they think is part of the child. They always thought about what my son could eat today. Until the whole lo. Sometimes they only eat once a day. If you think at school about the happiness of your parents. Do you think what if you will not be a successful parent when you are happy with what? all the answers go back to you kids"