{"id":11408,"date":"2021-12-01T11:19:00","date_gmt":"2021-12-01T11:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dev-fibk.ump.ac.id\/?p=11408"},"modified":"2023-05-08T03:37:02","modified_gmt":"2023-05-08T03:37:02","slug":"a-poor-kid-and-kitten","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fibk.ump.ac.id\/index.php\/2021\/12\/01\/a-poor-kid-and-kitten\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poor Kid and Kitten"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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By : Oktafiani<\/p>

Carrying my bag over my shoulders, I stepped out of my home and was ready to go to college. After saying a warm goodbye to my mom, I went to college. The weather was good at that time, with the warmth of the sun that embraced me so tight. During the road, I looked at the view with remarkable green colour trees and the blue sky. I saw some butterflies flying around happily, and the wind softly whispered. All of them made me relaxed. I love the weather after entering the highway, many vehicles passed by as if they were chasing time for a dream like mine. Some of them held a shopping bag, others went to work, and the rest were young people with their uniforms. The stores along the road were opening up by their owners, ready to pick up the fortune.<\/p>

In the middle of the road, I saw a small child holding a sickle and sack from a distance; he also carried a loaf of bread in his hand. Suddenly appeared a kitten that was not taken care of. Slowly the kid approached the kitten and gave him some bread. The kitten ate voraciously, then I stopped. My heart was touched when I saw it. Incidentally, at that time, there was a shop that was open and selling cat food, so I bought some cat foods and bread for the child. I asked him why he did not go to school, and he said he had no money. I felt miserable. He doesn\u2019t have the money for school, but he still thinks about the lives of other creatures. I thought God showed me a little angel at that time.<\/p>

After a while of talking, I continued my journey. When I had just started my motorbike, suddenly he hugged me and said, \u201cYou have to study hard, you are so lucky. I hope I can go to school and go to college like you\u201d.<\/p>

I hugged him tightly, then I left. May God answer his prayer.<\/p>

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Okta Fiani is a writer, podcaster, and artist with a strong passion. She was born on October 16th, 1997, and now she lives in Purbalingga. She has published her writings in the anthology of Syair Ramadhan, Satra Pinggiran, and 99 Penyair Abadi, where she achieved 1st place in the National Poetry Contest. She also won 1st and 3rd place in Calligraphy Competitions. You can connect to her on Instagram @helloktaf or TikTok @rasafian or Spotify\/Google podcast @RASAFIAN.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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