Beautiful morning..
The sun greeted me kindly, woke me up from my bed preparing to go to school, my name is fitri student IIV smp 1 salo, my mother worked as a housekeeper, while my father was being treated in public hospital Pekanbaru due to tumor and liver disease that suffered in several months this.
I headed to school, the bell rang when the lesson began, when the lesson took place sounded the teacher called me from the office "called sry naldi fitri Please go to the office immediately" he said. "What's wrong?" I asked silently, surprised, anxious, mixed feelings.
I tucked the apparatus and put it in my bag. Walking to the office, when I got to the office I saw aunt was waiting for me then I asked "what is bi? Why did my auntie get me to school? "I asked. Aunt replied "let's go home, your father will be home soon!" Answer aunt. "Just 2 days old father is being treated unlikely father can recover so quickly" I said to myself.
Arriving at home I saw my house so crowded, in the living room mattress lay neatly with a white base, I finally know the meaning of all this. Cries exploded unbearably, as if half of these lives were going away, "why did auntie lie to me? Why did not the aunt say that before? I can not accept all this bi, this could not happen "
Bibi replied "how else son, this is what aunts worried about, see the aunt drooped so deeply, then the aunt must be how nak, aunt did not expect to happen like this" replied aunt.
As time passed, an ambulance came to a halt in front of the house, they lowered my father, and I saw my father lying awkwardly, pale, skinny, and doubled hands, his son's growing cries. "Mother, I can not bear to see all this bu, I can not bear bu, why father leave us all bu, mother replied" patience son, god who has willing, mother can not do anything else ".