Happy Ending From Sad Ending

 Name.      : Mochammad Faisal Hakim

Number    : 21

Class.         : X MIPA 1

Text Happy Ending From Sad Ending:

The Scluptor

Someday there is a story of the loneliness of a sculptor, who is hurt by the name of waiting. His life moved, he made the wind as the direction, the sky as the roof of the house and the earth was used as a step to stand on. When he was bored, a large boulder fell, which accidentally fell from the sky. The sculptor was confused to see the stone. He was also amazed why there was a stone so strong and tough to break. Will he break the stone into small chunks to build a house or carve into a statue of an angel that he dreams of. If everyone is asked, the answer will be a house not a statue. It is strange that this sculptor, he did not make it home, he carved the stone into a statue of a beautiful smiling angel. One day he would like to see this statue every day and talk to it when it is fully formed. A year he tried, with a hammer and chisel. He hit the rock from his hammer hard but did not injure the rock he was chiseling. He chiseled violently and gently the rock. To expect the shape of a smile that is very beautiful and perfect. In its manufacture, it is not uncommon for the stone to injure it. The first month when forming the body of the statue, the boulder moves and hits the sculptor's feet and the sculptor has to give up his leg to become lame. He screamed in pain, but with a strong determination, he just wanted to make a beautiful work even though a leg had to be sacrificed. He didn't give up, he continued back. The sixth month of the statue of an angel is almost finished, when it forms the face of an angel. He was injured again, this time his hand which was chiseled by his hammer so that he could not hold the carving. The sculptor was moaning and grieving. Enduring the harsh reality that when he finished the face of the angel, his hands could not hold the chisel forever. His hands were shaking and his sculptures were always falling. Pity the sculptor, he once again gave up his limbs for his work. The sculptor gave up for a moment, and he prayed to the creator for strength. When he only had a little strength left, he just prayed and prayed while looking at the statue. In his mind he said "I am indeed a stupid human, I shouldn't make the stone into a statue. But I will be the dumbest human, if I can't finish it" Finally the sculptor got up and for six months with sweat, blood and pain all over his body he shaped the face of the statue to make it perfect. After six months of entering a year, the statue was finished.A statue of an angel with a beautiful and handsome face. But…. A calamity again tested his sacrifice and patience. It turned out that the final carving to form the eye of an angel statue made him blind. A stone fragment that was chiseled by him hit the sculptor's eyes. The sculptor shouted "I'm blind I'm blind I can't see !!!" Tragic when he did not take the time to see the statue of the bidaadri, his eyes were blind and he could not see forever. The sculptor cried ..... not regretting the decision to make a pantung, but he cried because in his life he could not see the beautiful smile of his work. The sculptor was cornered in the statue's embrace. The time came, he when he almost breathed his last, he prayed to God asking that he could once see the statue that he made so beautifully, suddenly miraculously the eye of the sculptor who was blind became healthy again, and he was in a breath. last time in his life he smiled because he was satisfied to see the statue of an angel he made at the expense of his life.