Thursday Morning - Short Story

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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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This is my Thursday, how about yours?