| Mist at Dawn | |||||||||
| It's
a very simple high-school story. Very simple ? Ouch, but if you are an
only child, your parents are going to divorce and you find out that you
are only an adopted child, that's why nobody love you in the family, especially
because you are not a beautiful girl... (though you must be cute as a baby,
that's why they adopted you), life is not a simple thing to be lived in.
So Sinta has just found out her past. She has no other choice than 'run away' in a hiking week-end activity, though it's not her group's turn to go. She joined Irwan's hiking group. Irwan is Rico, her friend's older brother. Finding a fine situation among her new friends though being criticized by Irwan who knows the truth, Sinta gets a bit of peace in her heart. Though coming home, it's shattered again, since she went without a proper permission, just asked her friend, Ninik, to tell her mom. Irwan tries to strengthen her spirit, but there's Romi, her friend in her hiking group, who is very disappointed with her chosen way of life recently. Romi himself is having a problem being 'second- class' in his family. His father loves his youngest sister Ida very much and his mother gives great attention to his oldest brother. So he is a bit out of control. Ida is Sinta's best friend, beside Ninik, so Sinta suggests her to understand more about Romi. Finally Romi could accept Sinta's choice to choose Irwan as her boyfriend. But Sinta is having an accident - she's almost hit by a car and her headd hits the short pole of the trotoar - after facing the truth that she has noo place to go home anymore. Irwan and Rico who search for her, bring her to the hospital. The announcement that all of the 'gang' members, even Romi, go up to higher grade is received when Sinta is still in the hospital. When she has recovered, she goes to a new home, to her mom's sister's house, where her aunt and uncle who has no child and had cared for her sometimes, receive her gladly. |
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| [published by P.T. Djambatan, Jakarta, Indonesia, in 1986] | |||||||||
| I remember writing this story when I was in high school. I put this story in a writing contest regarding the International Youth Year 1985. It was appreciated and that's why was published. | |||||||||