Author: Sri Siska Wirdaniyati
Anthology: Story Cake for Ramadhan
It has been seven days I and my family implement fasting of Ramadhan and enjoy it with happiness. This happiness is increasing when I win reading contest of short verses of Al-Quran. Gifts of money and certificates have been on my hand. With a cheerful heart, I go home with the flow path is filled with twinkling stars.
The bookshop is my main goal today. I have imagined that I will read a book with the money from my efforts. While down the road, I see in all directions. Many kids with my age buy food at the roadside. There are those who simply enjoy the beautiful moon to welcome this special month. Suddenly, my eyes focus on a little girl who is sitting with holding her stomach. Her face and clothes makes me pity and apprehensive. Occasionally, she was seen grimacing in pain and looked toward the food vendors.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?” I asked friendly. She doesn’t answer it. Her face is downcast and her body falls limp. Noise from her stomach is audible clearly by my ears. “Where is your mom? You have eaten?” I said again.
She shook her head slowly. Her eyes hinted suffering. Her restless face makes me not have the heart to leave her. Slowly, I stand up and grope my shirt pocket. There is only my envelope from is gift of money there.
“This is for you, and you go to the food stalls and buy some food. Eat until your stomach is full,” I said with smiling.
She takes the envelope. There is a sense of happiness that look off her face. She kisses my hand and walks off. No remorse at my heart although I don’t buy the book I want.
The clock shows 7 pm. I and my brother are watching TV now. Suddenly, we heard a door open and greeting Assalamualaikum. We go soon to the door and greet the leader of my family.
“Dad,” I shouted.
Dad smiled and stretched his arms. In an instant, I and my brother have been in his hug. The feeling of missing has been remedied. His job outside of the city has reduced his time with family.
“Earlier, your mom called me and she said that you won the third champion on reading contest of short verses of Al-Quran,” Dad asked.
I smile shyly. Finally I can make proud my dad with my own struggle. Dad has given a lot happiness for me, but I’m yet to giving happiness for him and my family.
“Therefore I have prepared a gift for you,” Dad said while he pulled something from his briefcase.
A rectangular-shape gift in red wrapping and display dolls have been in my hand. Slowly, I open the special gift. Two of my favorite book expose clearly in both my hands. It’s been a long time, I want this book and now I have it. My mind went back the event that lasted just two hours ago. My desire bought the book but I didn’t do because I prefer to give my money for the little girl on the roadside. Apparently, The God gives rewards very large and doubles. Tonight is very special because I have gotten lessons and raised the truth that Allah will gives reward comparable to people who do good, especially in this holy month.
“Thanks Dad,” I said and hug him.
NB: Cerpen Berbahasa Inggris (Short story in English)