October 6th, 2011.
Wow! It would be my grateful day.
"Wreoook... Wreoook..." my stomach called on me to be fed. Yeah! It was
6.30 am. I have breakfast at this time. "I feel hungry." So, I went
directly to dinning room looking for some foods taking my habit
-breakfast in the early morning-. I only found a bowl of food that was
still covered on the table. I didn't know what inside was. Then I opened
it. I wished, at least there was fried egg or some fried chickens. I was
in hurry opening it. Obviously, it was just fried tofu. Recently, my mom
cooks simple food for breakfast. If not a tofu, I would get some others
like that; Tempe -soybean cake-, fried egg, fried rice or sometimes a
pan of soup. I understand why my mom does. It is due to she has worked
as a teacher since August in this year in an elementary school. Her new
activity makes her time short and busier. She has not only to wake up in
the early -about at 4 am-, but also has to do all her responsibilities
as a housewife. Washing clothes and plates. Cleaning the floor. Ironing.
Till making her children awake. It must be hard for her. So,
sometimes I help her cleaning the floor in the afternoon after coming
home from college. At least she would feel fresh when special aroma
smelled.
***
I decided to buy some food else, because I would not
feel satisfied if I had to eat only this side dish. I bought Gehu and
Karoket at nearby food stall of my house. It only spent a thousand
rupiah. It is cheap. On my way home, I met two junior high school
students who wore uniform, blue trousers, white shirt and their bags.
Both of them are short boys. They looked so happy. They walked while
talking and laughing. It reminded me six years ago. It showed me
myself. When I was senior high school, I was the shortest one in the
class, the funniest one also. But my teacher used to teach us a piety.
"A difference is not shown by its physical condition; whether rich or
poor, still young or already old, tall or short, beautiful or not. All
means nothing. God only look at someone's piety (Taqwa)." So, I used to
be confident. I was same as the others. I used to want to be an
excellent one. And I could make it, became the 10 smartest in the class
for two years. But, sometimes I used to ask to God, "Oh! Allah... Why
don't You give me a fate being a tall man?" "Alas! Don't be ever being
who is not grateful." "Thanks God!" I whispered.
***
After my graduation from my senior high school, my
hobby has been being swimming. On every Sunday, I prefer to go swimming
than hanging out with my friends. Swimming is my weekly activity. I do
seriously for it. Even though I am not an expert one of this sport, but it
really works. I became taller. I am even taller than several of my
friends. Yeah! God never sleeps. If we have willing and then we try to
hard work. We'll get it. The key is "Move On!". I always remember an
aphorism, "If there is a will, so there is a way."
***
My way was filled by looking at the both of boys while
imagining what like I was. Gehu and Karoket which were crept by a piece
of paper, on my arm ready to eat as my extra side dish. I walked faster
because not patient anymore having a meal for my breakfast time. Many
thanks to my mom, that has raised me to be who and what I am, that works
hard for me, that encourages me, that worries, that cares, that
sacrifices and that is here only for me.
***
This is my Thursday, how about yours?
