It was a very hot day. Even the classroom was hot. AC was not there, let alone the wind that was never willing to blow on that afternoon. Look and tired face ready to be displayed by all high school students of N 4 Bukittinggi X class that time of day, because class XII students follow TO. No word or impulse to want to learn that day. It was very tiring.
It was a Wednesday. The lesson is really fun when studying in the morning. The fourth hour entered after learning physics at the first hour until the third hour. Time to learn BK, a very fun lesson for me. But, for my other friends, it's so boring. I tried to enjoy the lesson even though it was boring but exciting.
At that time we were asked Bu Mis as the teacher of BK to make a letter useful to assess the refinement of a person's heart through a letter. The letter was made for anyone. I made letters to my old confessors who have not seen each other for so long. One of my friends made a letter to his mother.
'Assalamu'alaikum,' Mrs. Mis's voice surprised class students.
'Wa'alaikumsalam.' I replied.
'Well, now we will learn about the subtlety of the heart through the letter-shaped writing. Mother is the guest's arrival ie the parents of the students, so the mother must serve. For now, we will write a personal letter, collected as the absentee. Please collect to the chairman. Now please do, mother will go to BK room first. Assalamu'alaikum, "Miss Bu explained.
'Yes ma'am. Wa'alaikumsalam, 'we replied in unison.
The initial trip to write letters, I will write as long as my grades for BK later. One of my friends named Ogi, he will write a letter to his mother. My best friend Ani, she can not write a letter, she asked for help to me, but I do not want to. I do not want to fool her. I do not want to lie anymore.
'Ta, please dong bikinin letter,' pleaded Ani.
'Ah! Lazy. I just have not finished, make yourself, 'I replied innocently.
'You're so sich! Please dong, pliss! ' please.
'Yes already, put the book aja there,' I replied while showing the place of the book.
Ani went to the back seat joking fun with her friend. My heart is getting annoyed, I do not know what I am about. Maybe I'm pissed because he does not want to try one bit. My heart tells me that I should not be seduced by Ani. I do not want to fool him one bit. I want him to succeed with his own efforts. I want him to be satisfied with his efforts.
BK's study time has ended. Now it's time to collect the letter. I'm ready to collect the task even though I'm not a chairman because I want to see my friends' mails especially Ogi and Abi. After I finished collecting the letter I immediately escorted him to the BK room. On the way to BK room, I was followed by Ani. He wants to read Ogi's letter. Ani and I walked into the BK room while reading my friends' letters.
'Ta ...! Rita ....! Wait dong! ' Ani shouted.
'Uh, what? Why are you shouting so sich! ' I am.
'Look at the letter Ogi, pliss,' he pleaded.
'Yes yes…! Nich my love, read tuh, 'my purity.
'Thank you! Its content what is sich? ' asked Ani curiously.
Ani immediately took Ogi's book and read it carefully. With a heart pounding, Ani read it out. Her heart sad and she finally stopped reading the letter. He ran straight to the classroom and did not follow me to the BK room. I was curious about Ogi's letter. I read it too.
I read with a speechless heart. My mind was flying. I was so touched to read the letter. I know, Mrs. Ogi is dead but I do not know how long she died. Now through this letter I know that Mrs. Ogi has passed away 2 years of pestle. He missed him so much. The sense of loss pours so deeply into the top of a clean book paper. Ink streaks that scratch how his longing never faded. Though brief but the writing is deep. I know how she feels.
The contents of the letter:
For Beloved Mother
Assalamu'alaikum wr. Wb.
Mom how are you mother? Hopefully healthy wal'afiat. My mother missed her very much. It's been two years since she has not seen her, without a mother's warm embrace.
Mother, Ananda so miss mother. How is mum on ananda? Do you miss ananda too?
Mother ... if we meet you want to always be with Mom. I do not want you to part with you again. Ananda is sure that one day we will meet and will not be separated again. Mother, maybe the emotion of ananda can not be poured just on a piece of paper. Many things you want to do with you mom.
Mom ... do not forget to reply to my mother's letter.
Wassalam
TTD
BK room I have met and I also greeted Mrs. Mis with friendly. At that time, Mrs. Mis was talking to troubled parents. I went in politely and placed the task on Mis Mis's desk. I went straight out and thought about the contents of the letter.
A false hope hung him through the letter. As if her mother would receive the letter later. I'm sure that Mrs. Ogi saw her writing from the sky. God has united their hearts. Her love was sincere to her mother. So did his mother who loved him very much. Mother figure is very meaningful in his life. Not easy to forget.
I realized it. The letter reminds me of my constantly sad mother and wishes I could recover from all my sicknesses. I will try to fulfill my mother's desire for my success. No more sorrow I know the way I live. I must be able to challenge the world. Be a successful person.
My tiny mobile is ready to get out of my school skirt pocket. I mean will cheer Ogi. As a friend I must be able to make his heart happy and spirited again. Word for word I type in my sms handphone screen. Hope he is entertained. When finished, I immediately send the sms to Ogi.
Not long, from a distance I see Ogi reading my sms. I'm still on my way to class after returning from the BK room. I see him smiling again. My heart is relieved. I can comfort her as my best friend. He returned as usual. Have fun with his friends.