Sweat of Struggle {part 1}

The sun shone brightly. His smile woke the flowers that were tired. Birds chirp with merdunya signifies the morning has arrived, the night has passed. It's time for Jihan to start a new start. The first day of high school.

Jihan is just an ordinary teenager. For a girl of his age he seemed indifferent to appearance. A bit of a tomboy. Have more male friends than women. Her relaxed attitude with her simple dress made her feel easy to do anything. All his friends seemed happy to be friends with him.
"Hi jihan?" Sapa a male friend. A tall man with white skin
"Oh .. wandi .. still alive ya?" He replied with a little laugh. That's jihan. Full of jokes. Good thing his friends already know him, so they know about his nature and they laugh.
"Hahahah. Yeah dong, "he replied cheerfully as he took out some notebooks.
"Why?" Said Jihan narrowed her eyes.
"Oh my god han ... we have pr. You forgot ya? "He said as if not believe it.
"What? What's new about it? "The face that had been casual now turned into a flushed anxiety
Teeeeettt
"It's late. It's time we accepted the reality. "Grumbled with a bit of despair.

Jihan and his friends went straight to the bench when the bell rang. The first lesson is mathematics. His teacher was so feared by the students because of his ignorance. But, not so for jiahan. He thinks everything will be all right. He must be responsible for what he has done.



"Not for pr, jihan?" Asked the math teacher with a slight squint. He seemed to think hard to give punishment on jihan. Because, Jihan is a responsible child and this is the first time for him. Of course, the mother had to give a punishment that could make her regret and not do that anymore.
"You memorized this mathematical formula," the teacher said to the subdued bows.
"3 pieces bu?" Asked jihan amazed staring at three sheets of paper full of numbers was in front of him.
"Yes. You memorize and soon you face the mother at break. Now, you can go out, "
"Well, ma'am." Jihan bowed and walked right out of the class. With all his strength he memorized the formula. Although memorizing the formula is not difficult for him. But it was the guilt that made him so seriously staring at the sheet of paper that filled his hand.

No need to take a lot of time to memorize the formulas. Before 9 o'clock Jihan had padded his feet to the office. Memorize it he passes fluently and smoothly. He also promised not to repeat things in the future.

"Uh, huh? Mother looking for you to your class is not there. "Said a woman who is quite middle-aged while stroking the child's head.
"Mom, what's up to school?" He asked in a confused voice.
"We're moving home. Automatically you're moving school. "
"Mother kidding right?"
"No. Yes you have to say goodbye to your friends. Then we immediately leave. "Said his mother short.
Jihan does not believe what his mother says. He breathed as deeply as he could. For him, leaving friends who have known him is very difficult. Nearly tears flowing through the corners of her eyes.

"Jihan?" Nadira said slowly tapping his friend's shoulder. Seeing him look unusual.
"Nad .. I have to change school" he complained softly.
"Why?" Asked nadira full of concern. How not, his friend, a friend who had been the entertainer of the atmosphere was about to get away from him
"Maybe there's a bit of a problem" said Jihan bowed his head.
"Jihan .. you just calm down. We will remain friends. Besides, the friendship does not depend on distance. You have to keep achieving there yes, "said Nadira calm his friend...