Story Window Penetrating Dreams

Story Window Penetrating Dreams

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Indonesia homeland beta
Enduring perennial nan jaya
Indonesia has always been worshiped by the nation

Simultaneously dozens of voices echo a room from sudun to corner, thousands of applause also make all the listeners must go goosebumps and admiration, and it all has a sense of pride in the face of a teacher's devotion who had been staring smilingly. Aisah soraya, an elementary school teacher, is very meritorious, in the midst of his busy life. He is a hero of the nation, where many children hung their wishes and dreams to the middle-aged woman.

The school of the sun, where a school is uniform, without shoes, and even without books or stationery, where nature becomes a printed book, memory becomes a notebook and speaks into a stationery. Here they are, but they have a man who teaches a lot about the meaning of dreams, the meaning of hope, and that there is dark before the light there is life before death it is he. A teacher with tremendous zeal, with a dream he hung on a blue sky.

From a distance there was a woman with all her tired depths on her bowed face, slowly moving toward a fragile building with age, but her smile brought new spark once she saw the spirit that was reflected in the laughter of her children.
"Afternoon children !!" he greeted with a smile that swelled.
"Afternoon bu .." simultaneously answer a group of children in the corner of this bad building.
"Let's go in to learn .."

Step nan full of hope began to welcome the pieces of dreams through the imaginary windows are illustrated from the stories bu Aisah about Indonesia. His struggles, his dreams, his wealth, and all about Indonesia built a dream on their minds. In the middle of the story his eyes were instantly fixed on a dull face in a corner of the building, a shirt that now faded with the dust that stuck to the skinny body with all his reverie he bowed.

The little hero he is a wonderful child The star of his name, wishing him to be bright like a star, bright with his own light, that's the hope of his name. And now he has become a torch for his family.
"What is the star there, let's go in!" While clapping the child's shoulder.
"I do not want to learn." With his typical batak accent.
"Learn that for you too later .. let someday you can read, count, so if you're rich then not cheated people."
"Ahh, I want to work alone, not necessarily lah, because learning not to eat crew brother crew later. There's no way I can teach lessons. Where is full, as he stepped out of her feet bu Aisah who stood looking at her with a smile on her lips.
"Be careful Bintang, if you want to learn, we are here always open the door for you."

Dusk changed into the night, this middle-aged woman, sitting in front of a cupped lamp looking at a book with her round glasses, and the thick jacket she wore. His mind drifted into his eyes, deep in his heart he thought who would bring the fate of the sons of the nation. Who will lead him to their dreams. This country is rich. Rich in nature, culture, people. But see the nation's children cry in the corner of the night.

Dark Red White. Destroyed dusty in the corner of the former occupation building. Pancasila wriggle, dearest garuda flying painful witnessed Indonesia. "Is this my country?" Tears streamed with a spark of hope in him, in the prayers he prayed for this country. But the night went by like the night before night until the morning sun was peeking from the sidelines of a small wake up Indonesia is still asleep.

With the same hope, the solid step began to explore the narrow streets, muddy and rocky but the spirit never faded. Slowly but surely, and now he is in front of the school door with hundreds of children in white and red uniforms, much different between this school and the child he studied at a school, but his passion and experience he liked in the school.

The age that currently exists in Mrs. Aisah makes a playful penyakin in this middle-aged woman, her cough as if depicting a deep tiredness. Finished teaching in this state school, he went straight to the sun school, met with independent children, and there is something different here, a child he knows is now in front of a damaged entrance.
"Good afternoon Mom,"
"Stars, what are you doing here?"
"I want to learn to read and write because later I will become rich"

His smile was expanding and this soft hand was stroked Star dull hair.
"I'm proud of you Bintang."
The laughter that felt more complete, all the burden of life was now vanishing with laughter.

Instantly these days, however, turned into a dead, silent, silent day, no laughing, brooding around here aimlessly. Two days had the face of a fighter never seen, his advice no longer heard and his warm greeting no longer felt. The mother's longing for the mother now makes them feel the loss of the energetic teacher, and they decide to look for the unsung hero through the narrow and muddy alleys, and now they come to a small, clean house visible from a distance.

"Asalamualaikum. Asalamualaikum. "
Not a single answer was heard, even the signs of life inside was almost nonexistent.
Suddenly, a surprise from behind the reot hut said.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Mother Aisah nek, he is our teacher, 2 days we have not seen it"
"Yes since yesterday the door is not open. Maybe the inhabitants have moved away. "

Disappointment was clearly reflected on their faces when they heard the statement of a Grandmother, who seemed to know this, and they just kept quiet with their disappointment slowly stepping out of this place, but suddenly.
"Uhuk. Uhuk, uhuk !! "The coughing sound from inside sounded clearly we were simultaneously turned around and looked at the house again hoping there was another sign.
"Uhuk, uhuk !!" repeated sounds convinced them to enter this old house, we immediately saw an elderly woman lying weakly in bed, her sad eyes, pale lips and weak body she looked eye-to-eye his students.

"Mother Aisaaahh !!!" screamed a child embracing bu Aisah lying.
"Ibuuu !!" followed another embracing her hero who is now helpless.
This woman's smile never escaped her face, her tears streaming down her half-wrinkled cheeks.

"Still learn masipun Mother no longer accompany you guys, maski where it will collapse by itself," with stuttering words came out from the lips bu Aisah.