Name : Rania Syawie

Class /Number : XI MIPA 1/29

Able / Not Able?

 Life is sometimes not as beautiful as we think, we are not always above, not always
below. Believe me, when we feel below, there must be someone below us. And when we feel above,
there must be something more above us. But maybe it's all different for me. I just always feel the
most under.
 Today as usual, I had breakfast using fried tempeh before leaving for school. And, start
the conversation that I think I often say
right to mom.
"Mom, I want to buy a motorbike. My feet ache every day walking through a muddy road like this" I
asked my mother
"Anggun, you don't ask for strange things. Yes, our whole family doesn't have a motorbike. Your
father sells newspapers every day using a bicycle. Your mother is just a laundry service. We don't
have enough money," said the mother
"Why are we always having trouble mom?"
"You can't be like that, thank God for our lives"
"Let's go. Anggun leaves first, no appetite."
Then I departed accompanied by the morning dew that shed the water, maybe he was sad? Same as
me.
After passing a twisting and muddy road, I arrived at school.
In the morning when I arrived at the class, I would be asked questions about my shoes. Yes, slum.
How could I not? Access the road to my house that was not taken care of making my shoes like
wreckage.
"As usual I use it? The shoes are always dirty, how dirty is your house?"
"Yes, I'll clean it," I replied
"Oh yeah, we will make a class jacket with a price of 200 thousand. Do you buy it? Must. This is a
jacket for keepsake, too," she said to me.
"Yes, I will try it anyway" I answered without hesitation
During the lesson, it felt like I was very frustrated and stressed thinking about 200
thousand dollars to buy a jacket, indeed, friend "I knew very well that I am a child who is not
capable. But, I always impose the will even though I know I really can't.
Soon, the bell rang indicating the lesson was over, and I immediately returned home.
On the way home, I saw my classmate, Tuti walking to the shack house that could be said
to be unfit for use. Indeed, all this time tuti has always lacked in terms of the economy. But, I did not
know the situation was like that. Out of curiosity, I ventured to approach Tuti.
"Tuti ..." I called
Then, Tuti turned around casually without feeling embarrassed
"Uh, elegant, what's wrong?"
"Is this your home?
"How are you using it? Just go in first, but sorry I don't have any dishes."
"No daddy, I just want to ask. Sorry before, I don't know what you are like this"
"Not daddy, I'm used to it like this, my mother is gone, my father is just a laborer in the market"
"Then, have you ever been jealous?" I asked a question that crossed my mind.
"I'm always jealous of using it, but I realize that jealousy never changes my situation, instead I
become depressed"

Suddenly I thought about asking what made me worry about him, yes, jacket.
"If you are like this. Then, how do you buy a class jacket?"
"I didn't buy it, actually, I really can't afford to buy that jacket. I eat it just when I want, I don't want
my father to be troubled because of me." Answer tuti
Then, suddenly I cried to hear that. I'm obviously different from Tuti. Tuti who always understands
his situation. As for me, I can only force my parents.
"Why are you crying, what's wrong?" asked Tuti who was worried
"No daddy, I just always feel I'm the lowest among all of them, but I realize. I have to be grateful for
life."
"Tomorrow I will say to seizure, I will not buy a jacket, because I also do not want to bother my
parents. Thank you, bro, I go home first" I continued.
 Arriving home, I apologized to my father and mother, for having troubled them without
understanding the situation. Life must be grateful, no matter we are under or above, we just have to
always try without forcing our own will.