Ahsan
Under the blazing sun shower I ran helter-skelter for cover, into the alleys, infiltrates into the row of houses and even into the garden hedge bamboo dikampungku known haunted man. I'm not afraid anymore to the nation which he said lelembut creepy and could be harmful. My mind was upset and worried because my father was furious at me now and was chasing behind. Indeed, this is all my fault. Dad warned several times already to no longer violate school rules. But the lucky father, he is riding a bicycle home from the market by accidentally find me sitting around smoking in the substation near the highway with friends of my junior high school about ten o'clock this morning. That means the father found two items of evidence that I once again did not heed his warning, namely smoking and skipping school. Sure he made angry and not want to build up his frustration spill-resistance after being arrested while advising her not to know yourself again and again. So hurry over to me. There's no shame for the father in terms of establishing the truth, although it would be risking his reputation and his son before the public. Fortunately I first knew of its existence before it really captures this badungnya children. So, no doubt, I immediately use the moment a thousand steps. In fact, probably because of excessive fear, for some reason my step was light and long-term. I feel twice my running speed faster than normal. I can not ignore my bag was left there. I just wanted to survive. Survivors of a terrible killer claws. For I know very well that the father, including people who are good in punishing him. If the offense can be considered great now, it means that my punishment was a very high grade frightening and painful. I do not want that to happen.

Like a tiger hunt the deer, the father chased me very excited. And as the deer who want to live, I also tried hard to escape. Although this action romp with the inequitable-dad ontelnya bike while I was running, but I can get away from terkaman killer because his distress when riding his bike into the narrow alleys and winding streets and cobbled. However he did not like the African tiger prey more easily give up when much. Me who are now struggling and exhaustion in the shade and dark bamboo hedge, he is still chasing behind. I could tell by the sound of whispering that his bike was still audible."Poor guy today." I muttered, stopping briefly to breath heavily.I could no longer run! I'm not a runner. I also did not expect my father to membekukku here. For sure I bruised dihajarnya. Thus, the only way is hidden, before he came to see me.Krakk! Grasak! There was a broken timber.I have not had time to hide surprise and immediately looked back. Looks like a warlord father's face was riding his horse with a fierce and brave. Furious to see his face. As if to devour."Want to run where to run, you?" He pointed at me from afar, like the warrior raised his sword in front of the opponent.So, although my legs are stiff and like all bloody, I force it to re-run. While the father who knows his prey weak start getting excited after me. However, it seems fate is on my side. I'm getting exhausted. And it was so hopeless after tens of kilo-meter gallop on its own I fell. My father seemed excited and grinning. Here, finally, and then menggelandangiku membekukku father got home. And I continue to dangle terrible punishment that would happen.***I was born to middle class families. My father was a farmer as well as ordinary village cleric. Besides having a paddy field, he also opened a small shop to the sideline in front of his house. My mom is being a good housewife who is always ready to help her husband work as he could. From them that I was awarded the name Ahsan.Since the minor nature of nakalku unsparing. Almost always there is material for me to take action bejatku. Unless the father and mother, much to complain kenakalanku."What may once have been, you're being like that, Man?" Said Mr. Nasir neighbor next door."When she was pregnant, would you eat strange things, Nah ..." Guess bu Yati about mother, a teacher who became my homeroom teacher in first grade.Hear the words like that father and mother said nothing. Sometimes for pickup. Although these statements may be a little upset. It's just that it's never revealed his frustration on them. Samapai one day, I will come to ask about me, because occasionally heard from others about keganjalan myself."Well, why dad named me Ahsan? Maybe there is something wrong with that name? "I ask that because Mr. Yasin, religion teacher at my school say that the odds of a child is usually of a name that is too heavy dianugerahkannya. Although the myth, I secretly believed it.At that time my father was sitting with my mother rest in the living room. Her face looks a little change to hear it. His forehead frowned. Either upset or mad at me."San, you know what the meaning of your name?"I shook my head spontaneously. Because I really do not know the meaning of my name from anybody, and only this time I want to know. Perhaps there is truth in Mr. Yasin described. While the mother was silent, staring look at her son who was a teenager. Without wanting to speak even a word, or not wanting to grab him in explaining my case."Ahsan is ..." Take a breath for a moment. "The best. That means the father and the mother is expecting you to be the best child, best in everything. "He replied firmly."Why do you ask that?" She interrupted.I said, if I just want to know.Why are so completely opposite of my personality? I asked no one in particular. Actually, sometimes I realize the stupidity of my nature that will not change. In fact, adverse events yesterday, until my father chasing me up to be and then menghukumiku with very severe according to the experienced, not given a snack and sweeping the house for a week plus punches and lectures as well as long and tedious advice-it does not make me wary. Because, next month twice a father again caught my bad deeds are repeating mistakes that time. I wonder what is wrong with the father and mother to the point of having a child was not working despite being given various sentences and advice by their teachers and some of my neighbors. Until last week, I caught a fight and get involved in a brawl, the father no longer punish and to me, either on what basis. Them, father and my mother was silent when I had just come home after a brawl. Whether angry or desperate alias kebahisan way to address delinquency in their children that can not be overcome. And after dinner I dipinta father in the living room overlooking. While mom is busy serving customers in the shop front."What are you doing again today?" Her face was grave as the lives of many debt-ridden person.Actually he knew, without asking me. So, I need to answer."My father wanted to punish me?" I asked.He sighed, like throwing a lot of weight in her chest."Nothing. He just wanted to ask it. ""Brawl." I bowed my head since last. Because I was ashamed of myself a bad temper, when my father was a cleric. And of course the father is very ashamed of the people will kenalkalanku it."Fighting?""Yes.""Why do not you ever change your character from the first. Is that as hard as your heart? "I better not say anything. Because, I was there on the wrong side."Lusa later, you change schools."I hear it's mediocre. Never mind changing schools, I still could meet with my friends."In Manila."This time I made stammered. My head looked up and met his gaze with a little trepidation."Do you mind?"I was quiet again, because the fight is also not possible. My father is a stubborn type of person. Once such, should be so. Alone can not sue."In addition sekolahpun, dad to be signing you up boarding."***Dusk in Magelang looks beautiful. Borobudur is magnificent silhouette like a pile of rocks at the top of the hill. For some reason, as long as I live in the city of shoreline, here, I like the landscape of Borobudur, a masterpiece of high-class artist who carved the stone with a very artistic and interesting, with a background that looks orange twilight of pesantrenku location. Do not know why my heart suddenly airy and happy after enjoying this moment. The scenery is stunning as it is affecting my mind. As well as I do today. Of mosques in pesantrenku, I'm with my friends looked at the stunning scenery. Friends who are on the right side-left, of course different from my friends first. In fact, contrary to almost 180 degrees. And not only enjoy the beautiful sunsets indescribable, angankupun hovering. Away, across boundaries of time. Several times I relived my childhood life. And I will always remember the last father's decision that it is actually the worst punishment that should I live: I have in pesantrenkan.My life here is much belih live weight than I thought. I really feel the hard lives of the people who are always with drawbacks and difficulties. Does not end there. Even that I felt then, here is the education of a teacher education hardest to students like me. And I do not want to give up, go home. Because I had too many disappointing father. Finally, here, little by little I began to understand that life should be no rules. And rules that curb the ego and freedom solely in order to form my personality to be pious child, as they cool, my parents and to bestow my name "Ahsan".How great is their affection to me. How great their services which could not even reply to me with anything. Those who want to educate me without giving up though I do not ever want to know their noble desire. They are always willing to take the time-even cut-hour break just to teach me alif, ba, ta, tsa, religion, and introduced me to the world of knowledge that continues to grow. Those who gave everything, and others.Didetik this, as I mengeng them-their struggles for me, my heart was soaked with tears. It's just that my eyes look dry and sore."O Allah, forgive their sin, mercy on them like they love me and grant all their wishes ..."Well, now I can only mendo'akannya. No more.***The clock is running slowly but surely. Sunday continues to be passed, year after year without noticeably changed. After all this time I did not see mother, now he comes here with me, at this moment in life terpentingku. It's just that she was crying. Weep not for the first kenakalanku a sequence number one in my village. But, he can not stand when watching me wearing a toga: I was at graduation. Perhaps he did not expect to see if it happens. And not just the mother, even I will barely be able to stem the pool of tears in my eyes. I want to cry because of fond memories of someone that used to never tire of advising and punished whenever found an error on his son. A father who teaches his son to want telescoped its future, teach self-reliance and everything. Dad! How often have I bothered and disappointed. And the most I regret, I can not even proud of it. Because the last three months since my father was dead, returned to his lap. There forever."O Allah, forgive all his sins, bestow Thy mercy and let it enter heaven thy eternal ..." Do'aku in the liver.We take pictures seusainya event. I asked around and then sit in the park campus. For now I want to keep her smile, the smile of pride a mother to her child. I was expecting a "paradise ditelapak mother's feet" it would really happen to me. I also want a little sweat juangnya reply to me, for everything he's ever given me. I have a quick success. Because it wanted to make her happy. Before God called him anyway. And when we talk to her eyes-only four-time escaped his lips began to wrinkle:"You have changed so much, is very different than you are used to ..."***