My Love Was A Wind Then
the morning spirit !!!
Every morning I always prepare myself to help mom make a cake that will be entrusted to stalls near the house, quite even though it is just a change but can add additional income for home purposes...
"Mom , how sweet the cake.ku tasting 1 yes ma'am.." I'm always tempted by mom's cooking whether it's vegetables or cake"it is because whatever is held by the hands of the mother so a very delicious food that is second to none even the food in the restaurant was no match with the cuisine of a mother , ....
"Take a son..do not much" yes later the portion to be entrusted to the stall bu Santi reduced because the mother made it not much , small heart I hear it when I want to devour it all .. but yasudah is still profitable can be 1 rather than not be able to taste at all...
mom makes ayu putu cake and brownies to be left to the stall, because the atmosphere of the stall is very crowded even sometimes even in the afternoon some mothers sit huddled in the stall .
"Sir.ini coffee, drink first while warm.." Mother always prepare the needs of the father before going to work every morning, from clothes , supplies , and wejangan , hahaha my mother is there"every morning, my mother always advised my father....
yes that's my father when a little job in the father always complains with the mother, because the father feels like irresponsible with the family when what you do has exceeded the age limit ...but the spirit in him never faded even though it was old father's work spirit like a single ABG child.
From the youth of dating with the mother, the father is always in semangati with the mother, the mother always supports whatever is done by the father as long as it is still halal .
until now a sense of passion often appears behind the heart does not care about the words of others because my mother always gives spirit before leaving for work , maybe that's what the father holds so that the father is not easily desperate.
" De , you have no money, brother borrowed donk , want to buy a quota "I was touched to hear my brother's voice from the kitchen that I see the appearance of my brother is very neat and sexy...
"there is no money, yesterday my money has been used up for shopping for kitchen needs and mom came here and also borrowed for capital to make cakes ka.." I answered half-scared and did not dare to look at his face, because my feet were a fierce figure like a tiger that was ready to fight with prey...
"You are how the hell, working time can not save money, I borrow loh not ask for free with you, stingy you so ade , ntar I change if there is money " my brother said as if lightning had struck my heart because I was not the stingy type of person but if there was nothing I should love about him....
"yes sister, I can only love this much, not much because the needs of the house are also still many kak, kasian mother of sale deserted ka.." I earned money from my pants pocket, his intention to buy electric tokens because the money he gave was used up to cover my mother's debt at the stall...
sometimes even though the mother's order is not desperate and still try to convince themselves that tomorrow will certainly be able to replace it, but not in exchange for abundant sustenance even a pounding debt .
"whataa..cuma 20 thousand you think this kind of money is enough to buy a package , already yes de you are not useful at all brother again difficult even you despise with your 20 thousand money..." the deg of money I gave to brother managed to land perfectly on my face , the goddess threw the money right in front of my face and without feeling the slightest pity for me the goddess left me who was sculpting from what she did ...
I flipped my body without stopping my tears flowing like rain that flushed the earth..Is I really a useless human being?even what I love has no price? why was Kaka so rude to me ? is there no love in his heart for me ? I kept crying while thinking about what a very heinous sister did to me .
unknowingly there is a warm figure that hugs me from behind, a figure that always gives me spirit and continues to be good to anyone...
"i..Ma'am.hikss..hiksss "I cried as much as my sister did to me....
yes mother has always been a role model of my life, always giving meaning to life without having to hate or kill mentally someone never taught me to take revenge on anyone , because it would hurt me in the end.
"iya Bu, hopefully aja brother can change, oh yes ma'am, sorry Tika has not been able to make happy mother, father and sister, , oh yes ma'am , but I promise mom will try to be better mom "my answer to mom while hugging mom..
all I have to focus on is my parents, not the others , but my feelings are always dear to the goddess even whatever is made of me I admire her if she also loves me , even though I have never felt the love of a sister like everyone else.
instead of lingering in this endless sadness, I checked the verandah of my sale...
jleb , my eyes again glazed to see no 1 buyer notification, quiet this time today even messages from the messenger was also no let alone buy who asked no.
oh my God, is this called falling down a ladder?
then suddenly came a brilliant idea that no matter what entered my brain at this time.
why don't I go live on FB in a dress sale like I'm a model, with so many watching and watching my merchandise...
Actually I do not believe in myself to do this but it never hurts also to try, although my skin is black sweet at least my face is not bad.
I fix my face with a tangled one from crying to be beautiful like an angel of heaven I polish a little red streak on the lips and a woe, eyeshadow to look attractive...
okay time starts , must appear brave and different from others, slowly turn on the camera and speak a unique language as if I have decades of experience in marketing when I just started this business with what it is but what can be made in this city of charm is preferred.
and arrived when I was busy with my sales, entered a message notification from Indra mas, yes the buyer and the first man who was good to me .
my eyes were perfectly rounded as he commented on my appearance
"Beautiful, and sweet" that mentioned in the comments on my live fb homepage
jleb dag dig dug as if this heart is like a slam, god only this time there is a man praising me in public.
