The Beginning of a Famous Writer
It's Falling Down the Stairs

Soon I went out, and found my husband already at the gate, but this time my husband looked gloomy and like something was going on with him.

I'm coming closer. And asked what made him moody as he is now.

"Why? As one thought," I wondered.

"Nothing, let's go up!"

My husband is hiding something.

But I no longer asked, because I was tired of attacking, I immediately went up, and vehicles passed leaving the school gate on the sidewalk still filled with children waiting for an invitation and angkot that will take them back home after almost eight hours they spend here to demand knowledge.

The vehicle that would take us to our beloved home was traveling at moderate speed.

The streets are crowded by passing motorists, towards their respective destinations. It was late afternoon and it was time for the workers to go home. So the road is a little crowded by the vehicles that traverse there.

It seems that vehicles are tucking into other vehicles, because those who are impatient want to get to their homes as soon as possible, from tired after working all day.

But my husband still casually drove his vehicle, without a word coming out of his mouth. Finally, we went through this trip with silence along the way.

I've been raging about a lot of questions.

What he was thinking, what had happened to make him like this.

But I dare not ask again. Since we were still on our way, I remained silent and busy with each other's thoughts.

Maybe my husband needs some time to tell me later.

Before long we finally arrived home, the bike stopped, Rey and I got off, and my husband immediately parked the bike in the corner of the terrace.

And we stepped in, I was greeted Aihzan enthusiastically, because from the morning I left, and only met after the afternoon.

Usually every time we just got home he would say like this.

"Ye ye. dad's home, ye ye mother's home, ye ye bang Rey's home." While jumping with his passion.

Afterwards he ran into the house, shouting "blur..."

That means one of us has to catch up to him and carry him.

I immediately chased after her and I carried my beautiful daughter, after I caught her. I put aside the disturbing thoughts about my husband.

Aihzan who was in a sling immediately hugged my body, a longing expression that he held for a few hours back.

Rey and Aihzan are one of the boosters and the reason for me to always be strong and try to get the success that I have dreamed of so far.

Whatever I will do for the happiness of this leaked duo, which always accompanies my day.

After he was satisfied, he would ask to come down and give us a chance to change clothes.

That's my beautiful daughter. He seemed to understand the busyness of his parents.

But he would be angry and cry if we didn't catch up to him when he said he ran away.

Since then I have not paid any attention to anything else before I chase and carry him.

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After the magrib prayer, we all had dinner. After that, play and relax with the children. Joking is something we always do with our kids.

I put aside the disturbing thoughts, even the demanding homework to be done was ignored. I was busy serving him to play, hp I got rid of, I just want children happy to play with their parents without any confusion.

After the time of entry, we immediately pray together and after the child will sleep.

When the child is asleep. We will be busy with our activities again. This time is very valuable for me to do homework that was delayed because of the busy afternoon.

"Bund, sit down first!" Call husband.

I immediately remembered the incident. I'm coming closer.

"What's up, huh?" I answered while sitting next to him.

"So I'm going to Mamah's house, and intend after that to go to the kitchen cake." Unmistakably.

Yes we do call the mama cake business with the name kitchen cake.

"Continue?" I was curious but kept calm.

"It turns out that during the time we went to Hanif's house, the cake business was declining, and even mama had run out of capital to cover the shortfall. Plus we who do not make a lot of cakes anymore because of lack of capital, making customers prefer to go elsewhere, the choice of goods is many. And also not far away from our cake kitchen, there is a new cake kitchen business. Finally, my mother closed the business. That way I've lost my job." Said lethargic.

I was also very surprised by this fact. That means my husband doesn't have a job anymore. How can we meet the needs of children if we only rely on money from my salary?

Cost of the day is hard. We can also vacation yesterday to my brother's house, it's all financed by my brother who wants us all to gather. Because he could not take a day off and went to Kampumg to let go of longing with our family. My brother's been pretty established in the area.

Because my job as a teacher has its day off. And my husband is also an unattached job. So he asked us to come there and send money for the fare and all our necessities for the trip there.

At first my summaries didn't agree to come along, probably feeling bad too. Finally because of persuasion bang Hanif who wanted us all to gather, he wanted to too.

"Bund, I'm sorry dad, for now I still can't be happy, and soon I'll find a job, I promise I'll find and try to earn an income." He said while holding this hand.

I don't want to be selfish either, but none of this is his will.

He must also be feeling disappointed about this.

"Yes, who is patient, may there be a way after this, perhaps now God is giving us a test" I try to give him understanding and patience.

In my heart I said, God what is this ordeal? Just now I feel disappointed because I have not been able to get my dream. There is another disappointment coming. It was like falling down a ladder.

Suddenly I remembered my intention to write an online novel.

I was at home bang Hanif deliberately freeing myself from all work. I really enjoyed the holidays.

And previously I had made a promise to study with the author from the island of Bangka after the holidays ended.

I also immediately took a rectangular flat object, to contact the author through the application of green color.