The Beginning of a Famous Writer
A Question

At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon we came out of Minangkabau International Airport, West Sumatra. After raising all luggage on the trolley, the husband immediately pushed aside the road to travel. We will travel again to get home. It took us about three hours to get home.

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Finally, after a long journey, we arrived at the house that we had spent almost ten days in, we arrived before the magrib.

After performing Islamic prayers, the hour has shown half a hour and half a night. My bocil duo had fallen asleep from exhaustion after a long journey.

I also intend to sleep. I also started to break down. But because during the trip, I had less chance to see this sophisticated flat object of mine, until now I tried to see if there was information about my work that would be re-started tomorrow.

I immediately pressed the green application. Check one by one the incoming messages.

Feeling satisfied, I also immediately locked the flat object, before not forgetting I stel the alarm at number five, so that I do not oversleep later.

After that I put the object on the nightstand, and prayed, while enjoying the soft mattress, I also passed through a beautiful dream.

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The alarm that I had stamped last night before going to bed, at the exact time of day, had sounded deafening eardrums, if I had not turned it off immediately, it would have roused the entire house.

I slowly sat down and reached out to the phone lying on the nightstand. Immediately I swipe the switch off. After that I immediately sat down and went to the bathroom.

I tried to walk as slow as possible, so that Aihzan did not wake up, because if he had time to get up before I prayed and took a shower, the address would be late to go to work.

The sound of the neighbor's cock crowing is grim. I was so scared that Aihzan woke up because of that.

I accelerated the bathing ritual. A few minutes passed, and I was done. But I didn't see my husband again, maybe he went to the mosque. Because indeed he always prayed together in the mosque, which is not far from my home. Usually he will clean clean and take ablution in the bathroom outside.

I finished the shower fully dressed in a uniform that I have not touched for three weeks, because of the holiday.

I stood in front of the mirror, watching the clothes that had been part of my life since the last ten years.

Oversized clothes that always adorn this body every Monday and Tuesday.

I'm so happy, to be able to work in this shirt.

Arrived results that still leave disappointment remembered.

It's the first day of school, after the announcement of that disappointing result came out. Automatically it is certain later in school people will discuss who graduated and who did not graduate.

I went back silent and glued. It feels like you can't face today. It was certain that the old wound would bleed again.

I sat on the bed, twisting the tip of the shirt.

God gave me the strength to face this. Bathink.

Finally I don't know how long I've been pensive, Aihzan's screams all over. His screams forced me to forget all that was raging in this mind.

"Mother.... Where's mother? Here," the cry of Aihzan was so deafening.

That's how it is every day when every time he wakes up and I'm not by his side. Aihzan is really hard to get away from me.

Immediately I approached and carried her, while calming her cries.

Finally he was silent too as long as it remained in the hold. Before long, his father came home, he passed his father's hold, and they went for a short morning walk.

As for me, I immediately gave two rakaat prayers.

Before he went to school, he went to school with me every day.

He who I had been living in school since childhood, and after he was four years old did not want to be left, the various ways I did so that he would stay, but it did not work.

Finally I took him to school with all his plays every day, both in the morning before leaving, and at school that almost every hour I was in class.

Because my teaching hours are quite a lot, making me less have empty hours.

Transfers from first class to second class, almost every day.

I was almost desperate, with this situation, I was working while carrying a child. Rey never bothered me in teaching. And the Headmaster did not mind Rey's carwna that does not interfere with my mwngajar activities. It's just that I have to give up my phone always in his hands. And prepare food stocks always by his side.

Those two things are enough to help me continue to work no longer disturbed.

But when is it like this? As if I would ask for help with this sophisticated thing to take care of my son.

Besides damaging his eyes, it will slowly damage my son's mind as well.

I am really confused by this condition.

Until God knew what I needed, and God gave way to someone opening the Paud and Kindergarten foundation right in front of my school.

I came to him immediately.

After asking questions about the method of the school, and Rey did a trial class for three days I finally sent her there.

I don't think about the cost of where I'll get it. I'm sure the child is born carrying each other's sustenance.

Since then he started school there. But until now, it seems like I have not been free with the word no longer bring children to school, Rey still goes home to my school, from school.

He never wanted to go home while I was still at school. That's how every day Rey still come with me to work even though half an hour of my work, because from the morning of noon he had gone to school, he had gone to school, from noon until I go home at three then hp and laptop alternately it is his, can not be bothered.

If it is not obtained from one of the two, cry into his weapon. And in the end, I was forced, without sincerity, to hand over my phone or laptop to him, so that my work would be smooth.

That's my daily life, but I never left my job, because I hung so much hope in this job.

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After everything was done Rey was neat with her school uniform. I also finished preparing the supplies that will be taken to school.

Aihzan and his father went home. Aihzan immediately went to breakfast with me and Rey, while his father immediately took a shower.

To get ready for his parents' cake business. The cake that he developed again.

After everything was neat, we set off, his father first drove us to school.

Arriving at my school, Rey had been delivered to her school before.

The answer I hate the most, I have to say.

"Where's Ndri, graduating?"

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