Fasting touching The Street Sweeper
By Republika
Life is a struggle. The word seems perfect pinned to Rusdijah (45). Why not, the mother of this litter of five struggling every day to survive in the middle of the city hard. Her husband had high blood pressure sufferers who had died five years ago due to slip from the bathroom, making it more sincere to live as a single parent.
Rusdijah is one of the many women who worked as a janitor at the Field Banteng, Central Jakarta. "I have five years of this work," he said when met at the Field Rusdijah Bull. Rusdijah confessed, in the month of Ramadhan is quite difficult to go through two activities at once, fast and clean the field. But incredibly, the mother was still fasting worship come first. "Tired, thirsty. But how, it is also the obligation of fasting," he said.
In addition to the total sacrifice of his job was, apparently Rusdijah life story was quite apprehensive. "At that time my house fires in Kwitang," said the mother who is familiarly called Ijah this story begins. After the incident the fire that destroyed a house complete with all furnishings, Ijah moved to Citayam. "Not a single item is left," he said. The fire, according to him, happened because of short circuit electrical current. The fire was heart wrenching enough until now.
It turned out that trials do not stop there. After several months he and his family moved to Citayam, people with high blood husband slipped in the bathroom. Soon, it was the breadwinner is called tuk Khaliq forever. "It's sad that in mind," he said.
Two trials have already happened to the owner's mother of four boys and one girl was. However, Ijah not give the slightest. He is determined to continue his life back. Sedahsyat whatever the storm hit. "Although difficult, turn should proceed," he said.
He then decided to become a janitor. Other children who were actively seeking employment. Unfortunately, two children rarely return. The only daughter, Riska (12) also could not bear to see her own work. "Riska asked permission to be newsy," he said. At the heart Ijah, he could not bear to let her son who was still the fourth grade elementary school to sell. "It Riska not give up. He Bener Bener so-newsy same fourth brother," he explained.
In the midst of helter-skelter life Ijah and his family, he had to swallow another bitter pill. A third child died because of illness. "Again and again I lose," he said pitifully. Ijah went back up. His daughter was apparently giving him the strength to survive. "Riska that made me stronger to face life. He's never cried dikatain paperboy friends," he explained.
Ijah also admitted it, it turns out her youngest daughter was intelligent despite a heartbreaking memories. "He did not want to go to school. I do not know why. Astaghfirullah, I'm upset, I slapped him," sesalnya. Apparently, after a long Riska admitted he did not want to go to school because of fear and trauma. "Apparently, that same child bullied headmaster. Dikatain stupid and idiotic. O Allah, do not know what it is an orphan," said Ijah.
Finally, Ijah investigate why her son was bullied and dikatai by saying it was indecent. "At that time, my child ditanyain sale, why not fit another school. My son slipped 'Let the school for free but pay for his book' so Riska said. Uh, not that old school visited by people of Jakarta. Riska considered a source of chemical contamination on the school name. From there I forced to make ngeluarin Riska from school, "he explained. However, Riska not sad or somber after the principal's bluff. He just broke down the school because of trauma.
Ijah now living happily with his daughter, who often do their homework on the train and often fall asleep until Bojong because it was so tired. "Riska every day woke up at 4:00 in the morning. He left her on the train. Trade first, then school in Tanah Abang SMP 273. Go home school, she was trading again. The money's never dijajanin. To me all. Thank God, his teachers say smart Riska , "the lid with emotion.
Text: Ina Febriani / IRF
Photo: Republika / Musiron
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