DOOM
GREEN HOODED GIRL
The green-hooded girl was still standing dumbstruck in her pecking place from a minute ago.Sometimes her little eyes glanced around, uneasily looking for figures in blue white uniforms as she wore. He was afraid that one of them might see him kissing the porridge seller's hand across the street.
The scorching heat of the sun forced him to wipe several times the sweat on his neck and face.
Today is not like the usual day. Usually, after school with his excitement he would run around spoiled towards the old porridge seller, say hello and kiss the hands of the porridge seller who was none other than his father.
But this time he was a bit doubtful. He felt strange and no longer needed to consider him a father. Father who works as a porridge seller, dark-skinned and looks seedy. The figure that made his friends at school bullied him. Contrasted with the appearance of his friends' neat and impressive father.
The little green-hooded girl leaned her body weakly against the trunk of the mahogany tree by the side of the road. The screams and jeers of his friends earlier when at school still impregnate and muddy his mind.
"Newly the sale of porridge has been doubtful. The poor people". Those words really hurt. Painful and unfounded. He never did anything that crossed the line. He always tried to smile as kindly and polite as possible in the presence of everyone.
The eleven-year-old girl lowered her head weakly. Slowly her tears rolled up the sweat that ran down her cheeks. A little girl flips her tiny body. Without looking, he stepped down the sidewalk.
In front of a small hut, a shabby old woman smilingly looked at the green hooded girl. The girl did not smile as usual, not even a soft voice said hello to the hut dwellers. And when the old woman greeted him, he did not answer and went straight into the hut.
The green hooded girl threw her body on top of her dip. she came back crying. His cries were heard all the way to the outside of the hut. Hearing that, the old woman rushed into the hut.
"Why are you crying, son. What's going on". The little girl did not answer. He kept crying. Seeing that, the old woman tried to wipe her hair, but the girl immediately chased away her old hand.
"Ratna doesn't want you here. Ratna wants to be alone. Leave Ratna, leave Ratna".
With a sad look, the old woman got up and reluctantly obeyed the girl's will.
"O yes son, if you want to eat, I have prepared your favorite omelet. Leave a little anchovy for your father. Don't forget as usual make coffee for dad if he comes home from sale. I want to get some laundry at Ms. Astuti's house, maybe she'll come home in the afternoon. You're fine at home, son".
There's no answer. The green hooded girl still buried her face into her shabby pillow.
Even more so when he remembers the time his father asked him to cancel his birthday. And how happy he was when his father accepted his request for a birthday for the first time. He invited his friends to school.
For days he locked himself in his room. Even going to school he was embarrassed, afraid his friends mocked him. And this morning when he ventured into school, all his friends yelled at him heartlessly.
"The son of an ijo nut seller, poor, arrogant again. Pake all birthday events".
Should he come in again tomorrow? He was ashamed of Bagas, a handsome boy of his class who he had long since secretly assessed. Moreover Bagas included one who shouted at him.
Sunyinya the atmosphere of the hut as follow scorned the wail of the green hooded girl. A little girl who has not yet been dragged into a cruel worldly behavior and her pure wishful thinking. It is impossible to make hopes and dreams come true. The two unfortunate parents, who will continue to inherit his misfortune and poverty in his daughter.
The little girl's eyes looked meaningfully at the ceiling of the hut. He was watching TV yesterday afternoon at the next door neighbor's house. His show, the confession of a little girl who was forced to sell her virginity because of the shame of her SPP in arrears for several months. On another channel, an SD schoolgirl hanged herself only because of her desire to have a TV not granted by her parents.
The green hooded girl got up and stepped towards the blurry mirror before her. Her little eyes glanced towards her tiny body. So tiny, so was his chest, still small and too small. "Should I sell my virginity like a little girl on TV?" his inner.
He let out a short breath while shaking little. He looked up and walked towards the window. He recalled the news of an elementary school student who hanged himself in his home. The little green-hooded girl smiled. It may be easier and will not hurt too much. This is the best solution for children who are destined to be unlucky to live in the world.
The little girl in a green hood grabbed a long scarf that her mother often wore to tie her waist when her waist pain was crumpled. Wooden chairs that are nearby he slowly slide to parallel with the wooden beams supporting the roof of the hut. He slowly climbed on a chair and then hooked a long scarf on a wooden block. After that he wrapped his scarf several times around his neck.
The little girl cried.Suddenly the faces of her two parents were present, as if to make it clear that she was undoing her suicidal intentions. He also said he had a message from the teacher at school two weeks ago. "If you want your life to change, you have to go to the highest possible school to become a successful person".
The little girl in the green hood nodded small. In his heart he confirmed the message of his teacher. If he dies, nothing can change the fate of his parents. He is determined to live on and fight against all kinds of insults of the world.
The little girl smiled with hope. Slowly he loosened the shawl snare wrapped around his neck.
"Remain..." A call was heard from outside the hut. Green girl hood surprised. His footrest on the chair wavering. He cannot balance his body. A long scarf snared his neck. The sound of the green hooded girl choked. His eyes widened as if he wanted to ask the help of the old woman who was staring at him.