fiction story Sad Story on Sunday "
Sad Story on Sunday
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"Papa, I'm sad, Wulan ..........", my son said, crying sobbing in front of me. He went to his room even though he had not yet resumed his story. What is it that he is really sad and crying? What story was it about to tell me?
Here is the Fiction Story. Where he had not been able to tell the sad story and run to his room. Let's guess what the contents of his sad story, hopefully true and ending him happy ya. (Because this is a Fiction Story, then characterizations, names, places of events, etc. are fictional, if some or all of them are the same as yours, then I'm sorry, that's just a coincidence.)
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It's been almost a week Shinta looks moody, crying again no. But he also felt no taste to eat. She mostly stayed in her room, all day after school just lying in bed, like sleeping but it was not. Hold the book to try to repeat lessons taught in school just like reluctantly. Somehow his attitude if in school huh? If in school also gloomy, surely this is a condition that is not good. His mother who mostly lived in the house was inevitably made stress. Why this child?
I just remembered about a piece of his story that had not been fully told to me the other day. Yes .... Wulan, definitely Wulan cause. Wulan is his friend, the day after tomorrow is Sunday, will move to Sumbawa following his father who moved his work site three months ago. And since his father had little time to pick up his family, Wulan did not have the chance to hold a farewell or something. Even Wulan has asked for permission not to go to school for a week and a letter from school has been obtained. Be Shinta and her other friends like losing. Well, surely this is what causes Shinta sad ....... pity yes.
"Shinta, Papa know you're sad because Wulan your best friend was about to change school, right?", I startled Shinta because she was daydreaming. Hugging me and crying back, Shinta confirmed my question. Shinta was devastated, she imagined how lonely those days without her best friend. If almost every Sunday they play in the yard in turn, now certainly never again. And Shinta will be sad if those Sundays come. He will be alone, though his sister sometimes plays with them. "But Ricky is still small, just say aja still lisp ....", said Shinta when I explained that where it might be quiet, there Ricky.
May we have to get the right way out. Last night my wife and I had a very hard discussion to find a solution, in what way was Shinta's joy that on Sunday tomorrow did not happen - sad story on Sunday-? For the sake of the happiness of the children must be all parents will do anything, is not it? Okay, the decision has been unanimous and we will action Saturday tomorrow. So the "something" we're going to buy should be there tomorrow Saturday when Shinta comes home from school. May God bless our plans and the children will laugh happily, no more aura of sadness in their faces. We were finally able to sleep soundly that night to wake up late.
Incidentally Saturday I'm off, as it is usually my turn to take the school to our two children's hearts. Well when they were in school I went to the market to buy "something" gift for Shinta and Ricky. While my wife will someday make our favorite delicacies.
"Shinta and Ricky, you guys will not have to be sad anymore, because Papa has something you will definitely love to play with them," I said on my way home. Strangely Shinta did not flinch, she still looked sad. Gee, tet