short story

My name is Rina. I was nine years old 4th grade. I school in the International Junior Girls High School, a girls' school.

"Bun, Rina departing yes!" I said.
"Be careful." Mother replied while finishing last washing dishes.

Rina's father went to school transfer. On the road, there is a large truck. Truck driver was daydreaming so he accidentally hit a motorcycle father.
"No!" I said. Father survived, but instead I was hit by a truck.

I realized dark eyes. The ambulance came. The father contacted the mother of my situation, and mother to the hospital following a Zahmutawakal.
I checked the circumstances there.

"Doc, how are my son" asked the mother.
"Your child blindness," said the doctor somewhat concerned about holding a medical instrument.
"Huhuhu" cried the mother and father.
"What, I'm going blind?" I asked. I ran with sad throbbing pulse, unhook infusion relating to the hospital's garden. I was hit by continued because he could not see the road.

I feel a child my age approached.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi." I said softly.
"You ... blind, huh?" Asked the boy was afraid I offended.
"Yeah weve why?" I blurted.
"Nothing," he said.
"I was also blind. I gave up in my life, but my friend kept encouraging me. 'Blind is not an end'. Fight for your own life and shine. Smash butamu disease, and fight. You will find a speck of light that you have victory against kebutaanmu own and realized, that is not the end of a painful blind. "The boy told me.
"Thanks a lot. Now I'm aware of. "I smiled. Yes. Blindness is not an end. Senyumilah life, and fight.

graduate

Short Story Essay: Aletha Radhwa Pratama
Facebook: Aletha Radhwa Pratama (facebook)
http://cerpenmu.com/