A Reason for Being Life English Version

Four

Since the 3rd grade of elementary school, my achievement in school has begun decline, maybe because I was more concerned with playing fun than focusing on studying. I started by not being in the top 3 in class, then I wasn't sitting in front anymore, until my math score was only 55. Since grade three, the school has begun to accept me; the homeroom teacher began to believe that I could afford to sit in elementary school, despite the fact that I did not appear to be old enough.However, after gaining the school's trust, I did whatever I wanted, busy playing and forgetting lessons.

Until one day, when I got into a fight with a classmate, let's say Amel. What is the name of my friend? It's been more than 5 years.

That day, Amel and I did not get along. And we agreed to make a center line on the table for both of us. You must know that elementary school children have a long table for two people. We measured the table with a ruler and we divided the result in half. We both agreed on that, so neither of us felt crammed because it was too spacious.After the lesson started, Amel crossed the line we made. I already warned him

"Amel, your hand crossed the line"

"Yeah, okay" Amel replied

But a few later, Amell crossed the line again and I hit his hand with a book, but not strong, I'm sure it doesn't hurt. But Amel replied to me by hitting the book firmly in my face. Of course I was angry, and replied back again. Amelpun hit me with his hand directly on my back, after that I hit Amel's face with the iron rule that was on my desk. Actually I just had a reflex when I took the iron bar because Amel's punch on my back was very painful and made my emotions rise, so I hit him with the iron bar. But maybe it was very painful for Amel so after receiving a blow from my iron bar Amel cried, crying so hard that his cries were heard by the teachers at the school office.

Of course you can guess what happens next. I was called to the BK room, because of that case. The homeroom teacher and the BK teacher asked Amel and me to explain in detail the cause of the two of us fighting in class. I thought the matter would be finished easily, after I made peace with Amel everything was over, I thought. But I was wrong, this matter didn't just end, I was summoned to the principal's room, and faced directly with my grandparents. I had a very bad feeling when I walked into the room. My arrival was greeted with a sharp gaze by my grandfather, my heart was beating fast, my hands were cold, afraid of being scolded by my grandparents. Then when I entered, the door to the room was closed, and to my surprise my grandmother suddenly laughed at me in terror.

"Sorry Grandma, I really didn't mean to" I said as I stepped closer to Grandma.

"Your grandmother loves you very much Nur, how could you be scolded" my grandfather said smiling at me.

"Come here, Nur," said Grandma, opening her arms like she wanted to hug me.

"Seriously Grandma, I don't want to fight. I accidentally hit Amel with the bar. We have agreed not to interfere with each other by drawing a line between us. However, Amel still crossed the line. At first, I warned him, then he did it again, so I got angry at him by lightly smacking his hand, but he hit me hard, and we ended up fighting." I explained to my grandmother who was hugging me.

"Who asked you to explain, Grandma doesn't need any explanation, Grandma knows Grandma's dearest granddaughter won't start a fight if other people don't start it first. It's okay, Grandma would rather you take revenge on people who hurt you than just be silent because you're afraid of them. Listen Nur! You should never be afraid to avenge the actions of others who hurt you in this school just for fear of being scolded by your teacher, homeroom teacher or even grandma and grandpa, if you think fighting it is the right thing, do it dear! Do it! Grandma doesn't want you to be a coward or even a good person at the expense of yourself. You understand nur!"