What's my fault, love what?

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I walked down a dark alley and walked on and on. I see on each side of my left and my right invisible no one. Only the sound of owls and cicadas that I now hear. The cold began to touch my skin, the gust of strong winds made strange noises that made the atmosphere even more frightening. I kept walking trying to ignore the strange voice I heard. After a long walk, my legs began to feel sore and a little cramp, I began to despair with this endless darkness. My heart feels like breaking out, my bones feel fragile to make my body slammed on the ground. This darkness makes me weak helpless, I cry. Tears began to drip from the eyes of my tiny round eyes.

"Please ... help me !!!" shouting was ringing on my little lips. I really hate this satanic atmosphere
Suddenly, though, a glimpse of near light from a distance seemed close to my present place. I rose from my depression, moving on to the light. I wish there would be a beautiful world with ultraviolet lights that make comfort, so I can get out of this creepy darkness.
"Fanny ... Tifanny !!! The sound of the voice calling me. I tried to find the origin of the sound I heard. The longer the voice becomes clearer. I saw the figure of a tall, white woman gazing up at me. I also speed up my step approaching the figure of the woman. I did not have time to approach him, the figure was instantly disappeared and no longer visible.

"Fanny, wake up son!" Shouted the voice as I knew. Yes it is my mother's voice. Slowly I open my eyes and realize only a dream. I smiled a little from my sleep, looking my mother sitting next to me. I immediately walked to the bathroom and got ready. Before long I finished packing. I grabbed my bag and walked down the stairs to the dining room table. We had breakfast.
Walking casually with a smile toward my mother. "assalamualaikum. Bye mother "My goodbye while greeting mother and kissed her soft forehead. Mother was smiling and drove me out of the house to the car. Papa and kak Haikal are waiting for me now. I immediately boarded the car and waved my hand at the mother. The car immediately drove out the gate.

Now in my mind is just impatience to start my first school day. I had a little laugh over and over every time thinking about what I was going to do later. So kak Haikal a little surprised every time I see. Maybe in his mind I'm crazy now for laughing myself. I ignored the slightly bulging and astonished look of Haikal's father. It was not until we got to my school. I also said goodbye to papa and kak Haikal.
"May your days please my sister" said kak Haikal softly.
"Surely sister budek. Ble ... ble .. hahaha "I laughed giggly.
Kak Haikal smiled trying to restrain his emotions. I walked into the school gate and walked on to my new 7A classroom.

I sat in a comfortable chair and not too far from the teacher's desk. All the other students entered the classroom. Shortly thereafter, a young looking girl entered my classroom which turned out to be a teacher.
"Good morning children" greet the teacher's mother.
"Morning bu guru" said the students in my class with a loud tone like a greeting to the teacher while in elementary made me laugh amused.
"Introduce the name of Raifhzania's mother, all of you can call the mother with a little mother called Zania's mother. Mother lives in street pigeon number 32, age 23 mother. Mother here as an Indonesian teacher. Well boy, mother do not know you guys, please introduce yourself each one, "