A child's love confession

Chapter 7

Three to four times a week Nirmala gives additional lessons to the children in the village. not asking for anything in return.

Anyone who wants to study there is welcome. Until there is a college student who ever asked for help with the questions. Even though he didn't go to college. But he can do anything.

I don't know what the child is made of, Nirmala's heart is made of gold and diamonds that always sparkle even though they are shattered.

Not once did he make a bad impression on those around him who knew him. She is a smart and virtuous girl.

One day there was one of the chatty children in his tutoring class, he gave a series of questions that were difficult for Nirmala to answer.

"Sis Nirmala, you're smart, why did you drop out of school, why didn't you go to college?" Daffa asked, this is a student who likes to ask questions outside of class.

Nirmala approached Daffa and stroked Daffa's hair gently with understanding. He had to be careful talking to a kid his age.

"Dear Daffa, actually, Nirmala really wants to go to college but because of the funding factor, she can't continue her studies. This is the plan for you to work first to collect money for college entrance fees," Nirmala explained carefully. I don't know if the child can absorb his words or not.

"If I were Sis Nirmala, it's clear that I will never continue my schooling, Sis. My parents are just farmers. Just asking for shoes, don't buy them, even though my shoes have holes, Sis," continued Daffa again.

The minds of small children, they are still very innocent and innocent do not understand the state of their parents are there or not.

Nirmala smiled showing the dimples on her cheeks. Nirmala looks cute when she smiles like that. The children love the girl.

"Look, Daffa, there is a lesson to be patient. Daffa must understand the situation of Daffa's parents first. Because we can't get everything easily. You have to work hard, but you are sure. . Now there is a lot of help in schools. Free schools for high achieving children." Definitely Nirmala

"Is that so, Sis. Oh yes, Brother, do you have a girlfriend yet?" Daffa asked again.

"Are you Daffa, you're still a little girl talking about boyfriends. Why is that?" Nirmala asked back.

"I want Sister Nirmala to be Daffa's boyfriend," Daffa answered with innocence.

Laughter broke out beside Nirmala's house, all the children laughed happily. Nirmala is happy that they can laugh like this. There is a certain joy in him.

Nirmala only gave them a mat for them to study. Under a shady tree, you feel comfortable with the breeze that blows. Make you feel at home.

That afternoon, Nirmala was not alone. There was Aunt Asih who also relaxed there. Because the job is done.

"Hey little boy, take care of it first, learning is smart yet. It's like talking about love to Sis Nirmala," said Aunt, still annoyed at Daffa's words earlier. But just as a joke. His face was not serious.

"Nirmala's sister wants to be Daffa's boyfriend, as long as Daffa is smart at school, diligent Sis Nirmala won't refuse," Nirmala answered by giving her a wide smile.

"Really, Sis," Daffa repeated her question, Nirmalah only nodded slowly and stroked Daffa's hair again. He likes to give his affection to the children there.

"Come on, let's continue the lesson again," Nirmala turned to their work again.

That afternoon his body was very tired and weak. Not like usual. He will hold it there is Aunt Asih. Nirmala didn't want him to see her in this condition. Don't want to bother her aunt anymore, don't make Aunt Asih worry.

"Lesson is still a few minutes less. I will be strong until the lesson is over," he muttered, holding his head that was starting to get dizzy.

"Come on, kids, look at the blackboard. Imitate Sis Nirmala!" Nirmala shouts

"Okay Sis," Simultaneously the children there answered

"My name is Ani!" Say Nirmala

"My name is Ani." The children's voices imitated Nirmala's words written on the blackboard.

"I'm five years old."

"I'm five years old."

"Nice too meet you."

"Nice too meet you."

Nirmala gives them a loud clapping. As a form of enthusiasm because they can speak foreign languages.

"This afternoon's lesson is enough, right, the next two days we gather here again. Okay?" Said Nirmala with her signature tone. By showing a circular index finger and thumb, the children imitate it.

Come on, kids, look at the blackboard. Imitate Sis Nirmala!" Nirmala shouted

"Okay Sis," Simultaneously the children there answered

"My name is Ani!" Say Nirmala

"My name is Ani." The children's voices imitated Nirmala's words written on the blackboard.

"I'm five years old."

"I'm five years old."

"Nice too meet you."

"Nice too meet you."

Nirmala gives them a loud clapping. As a form of enthusiasm because they can speak foreign languages.

"This afternoon's lesson is enough, right, the next two days we gather here again. Okay?" Nirmala said with her signature tone. By showing a circular index finger and thumb, the children imitate it.

"Have you packed everything?" Nirmala asked again. Making sure none of them are left behind.

"Yes, Sis Nirmala," they answered in unison.

"Yes, Sis Nirmala, end it. Assalamualaikum warrah matullah hiwabarakatuh,"

"Waalaikum salam warrah matullah hiwabarakatuh," they answered in unison

They stood up and said goodbye to kiss Nirmala's soft hand, and Aunt Asih who was also standing there.

After they all left, Nirmala tidied the mat and brought her into the house.

"Auntie, Nirmala, can you rest for a while while waiting for maqrib?" Ask Nirmala

"Yes, Nirmala, rest," said Aunt Asih, seeing that Nirmala, who walked into the house, didn't seem well.

"Oh God, what's wrong with Nirmala. For the past few days her face looks pale. A few days ago Doctor Anwar said it was just a normal fever. Why is her heart not looking healthy," Bibi muttered to herself.

The time for maqrib has arrived. Nirmala hasn't come out of her room yet. Aunt Asih knocked on her bedroom door. There is no answer. Auntie had to just enter the room. Making sure Nirmala is fine. He didn't usually sleep that well.

Aunt Kira saw Nirmala still sleeping in her sleep. Bibi approached Nirmala and tore her arm gently.

"Nirmala, wake up to pray maghrib son." Said Aunt Asih slowly scared Nirmala was surprised.

Soon Nirmala opened her eyes heavily. His eyes were puffy as he slowly woke up.

"Oops, sorry, Bi, I overslept for a long time. What time is it?" Nirmala said in a daze. looked at the clock on the wall of his small room.

"Astagfirullah, it's adzim. It's already six in the afternoon, how come I can sleep, I don't know what time it is," Nirmala was shocked and immediately took ablution water.

"Sorry, Bi, Nirmala wants to pray maqrib first." Nirmala said goodbye to Aunt Asih. who is still standing there.

As night approaches. Nirmala sits on the terrace of the house looking at the sky that looks bright tonight. There are no clouds blocking the moonlight. Until the stars are scattered with twinkling twinkling in the sky.

Adding to the beauty of the sky tonight.

The night sky is indeed beautiful but not for Nirmala, her heart feels empty. He remembered his Papa and Mama. Yang Samapi is currently not looking for him.

"Maybe they've forgotten about me. I realize I'm just a sick child. I don't deserve to be a child they are proud of. I'll only spend their money on medical treatment," Nirmala muttered while looking up at the stars in the sky.

His eyes were now filled with tears, once he blinked they would fall down his cheeks.