The rain came down with the rushing of the sun and wet everything that passed. No exception to the shelter that became my shelter from the rain. I hate rain because rain can hamper my journey but somehow today I love it. Today's rain seemed to represent my injured heart because I was fired from the company where I worked for five years because of a mistake that was never done.
The rain was getting heavier and there was no sign of stopping. The stop I occupied was very quiet. Even the street that is usually crowded now only seen a few people who are sheltering. It seems that people are being lazy out of the house or are busy working. But not with me, I have no work to do or home to come back. Even though my parents' house is nearby, I have not been in contact with them for more than three years. I want to get away from this cruel world.
My daydream broke off as my tail caught a small girl emerging from the curve with a big umbrella in her hand. The skinny little body was soaked with rain. I noticed that little girl was running Little while offering her umbrella to the people sheltering in front of the shops along the way. While running Small follow someone who is using his umbrella to cross and receive money from him.
I kept paying attention to the little girl until I did not realize she was in front of me, offering her an umbrella to me. I refused because I still have nowhere to go. The little girl smiled a little and took shelter with me. He sits some distance away from me, maybe so I do not get wet from it. The big umbrella was always in his hands laid beside his tiny feet. The little girl pulled out a black crackle bag containing the money she earned and counted it. Again, the little girl smiled, maybe a lot of her income today.
Out of boredom I invited the girl to talk.
"Dek, you do not go to school?" I told her.
"It's quit kak." With a smile that still rests on her lips wrinkled with cold.
"Why, why?" With the same smile the little girl answered my question.
"Because of the cost problem kak. I have two younger siblings. Dad died two months ago due to hit by the concrete while working, while the mother is now being sickly. Now I am the backbone of my family. Let alone for school, to eat everyday just sometimes not enough. "Clearly with a gloomy face but still forced his smile and continue the story.
"But I'm not angry with God, because mom once told me that as bad as the life we live, God must have a beautiful disaster." He added when finished his life story.
Hearing it I was whipped. I saw a little girl who was 12 years old can lead a difficult life. Rela sacrifices her childhood. I look at myself and feel embarrassed, how I give up and despair when problems come in the way. Even with the stupid mind to end life had terbesit in my heart.