The Beginning of a Famous Writer
Unbelievable Anxiety beats Healthy Intellect

I'm panicking.

I went back and forth to whatsapp but it's still the same. There is only a WhatsApp group.

Without command clear details just flow. I who just felt happy could write a thousand words, instantly gone.

A quiet night accompanied only by chants of crickets. Everyone is sleeping hard. I was awake for hope.

I am accompanied only by the clock that always rotates around time, and the sound of the faithful fan spinning to provide cool and cool air for its masters.

I keep sobbing. It turns out that my stuffing was heard by my husband. He then wakes up.

"Why?" Ask while rubbing eyes that still leave incredible sleepiness.

Of course he is still sleepy, midnight is the most perfect time to enjoy the rest of his tiredness after working during the day.

"I have not tried to write, reaching a thousand words as directed by the kindly author. Well I can achieve it" I replied languidly.

"Yes continues? Why crying?" Confused ask.

Sure oes. I should be happy to reach the target of a thousand words.

"But all that I've written has arrived, gone." I shed tears again.

I was sad and also very upset, because of my own carelessness, finally still left disappointed.

I still cry in silence. Tonight was so quiet and silent, drizzling down the earth. The night will feel the sadness I feel.

My husband was silent, like for a moment thinking, how to comfort me.

"Where did you type it?" He broke the silence of the night again, after a moment of letting me shed my sorrow.

"Diwhatsapp." Answer's short. I'm a little upset, because I've already explained that I wrote on whatsapp and now all the chatt on whatsapp is gone.

He then shut up. Perhaps it was upset as well because I answered sniffly.

Then he stood up, and left me in the room still covered in tears.

For a minute, two minutes to five minutes, he did not return to his room.

I'm getting pissed in my room by myself. I felt like my husband didn't feel what I was feeling.

I nagged myself, I was lazy to repeat typing again, I was the laziest to do the same job a second time. I'm desperate.

In disheartening. Suddenly my husband entered the room while holding a sophisticated rectangular object, with a happy smiling face.

My lips were raised to nag, for he seemed to disrespect my disappointed feelings.

He then approached. And point his phone at this face.

Instantly I was happy.

All the stories I wrote were on my husband's phone. Messages from.

Instantly I patted the eyed omen upset at my own stupidity.

Actually from then on I did not need to cry and a lot of drama to get upset with my own family.

Should have disappeared even in my phone, I just stay to see in the husband's phone, because I have first sent to whatsappnya, that I do so that when the arrival of events like this happens.

I also grinned, embarrassed because I had tears from earlier.

Either because too happy can reach a thousand words, somehow so unthinkable by me if the writing I have sent to whatsapp my husband.

"Eat him, don't panic, don't be upset, learn to think calmly in the face of problems!" Say husband while gently rubbing this head.

My husband is very patient and calm in dealing with problems. Contrary to me who is emotional and grasak grusuk.

It is true said people, the couple complement each other. My husband has tremendous patience to face this emotional and stubborn me.

"I was more and more embarrassed, and immediately reached out an apologetic sign because I was already upset with him."

My husband shook my hand.

"It's dad go on to mommy, but promise to go back to sleep, see what time it is!" Said the husband while pointing at the wall clock in my room.

A message from my husband came in.

I also smiled embarrassedly.

And immediately put the cellphone on the nightstand, then passed to sleep following the husband who had been breaking down from me for a few minutes. There was a smooth snoring a sign that he had returned to wading his beautiful dreams.

***

The humble adhan sahutan between mosques, the neighboring cock cock cock cock sign of dawn. Alarm hp also seems to not want to lose along wake the eyes that are still faithful closed.

Lazily I immediately opened the blanket and immediately sat down to pick up this flat object, intending to quickly turn off the alarm before the duo was awakened by it.

I, who had set off the alarm, stood up to wake my husband.

"Well, wake up, shajuh!" Whispering and shaking his body.

The husband woke up, and sat for a while, after which he took a towel and placed it on his shoulder, continuing to go to the bathroom to clean himself.

I who also want to immediately perform the prayer, immediately headed to the bathroom outside. I don't want to waste time just waiting for my husband to finish using the bathroom. Aihzan could wake up later, and make it difficult for me to move and do activities this morning.

A few minutes later I was finished. And the husband turned out to be finished first, and immediately headed for the mosque. Indeed, every husband's prayer is trying to be able to pray together in the mosque.

Aihzan who is still sleeping, I immediately pray and after preparing with school uniform.

And do not forget to prepare supplies and items that must be brought to school.

I was busy doing everything. Aihzan woke up and at the same time his father also came home from the mosque.

His father immediately took over Aihzan and took him by passing through the beautiful atmosphere of the morning, which was decorated with the chirping of birds that were busy flying here and there.

Next I woke Rey up and prepared her with all the school supplies.

Half an hour later, everyone was gathered, and neat with their clothes on, we had breakfast.

***

The clock that showed it was seven, we immediately departed, Rey immediately greeted her grandmother and Aihzan, immediately alternately Aihzan greeted me and her father, and, a sign that in a few moments he will be abandoned for the next few hours.

I kissed my son's head, telling him.

"Don't fuss with grandma, son, and wait for your mother to come home!" That's always the message I send to my daughter every time I leave her.

Yes during my work, Aihzan was taken care of by his grandmother. I'm very grateful to still have parents, but I'm sad that it's this big I still use my parents' energy to nurture my son.

Sometimes I feel guilty every time I think about it. But the mother always gives understanding while the mother is able, the mother does not mind this, after all just keep and accompany the play only. Said mom at that time.

***

Fifteen minutes on my way to school. I pressed the pinjerprint, and immediately signed the manual absence, after which I passed to take Rey to school.

Actually Rey came in at eight, but because I was the one who taught almost every day in the first hour. Forcing me to deliver Rey early, it was fortunate that her teacher understood my condition and agreed to have Rey arrive prematurely.

In front of the door before I entered the office room I passed the vice curriculum.

"For Sir!" My broom.

"Yes, ah iy Ndri, did you teach me this morning?" Ask back.

"Yes sir" I answered.

"What time is it empty?" Ask her again.

"Fifth hour sir, after the break," I explained again.

I'm starting to worry here, why am I being asked until the empty hour. I am indeed a typical person who is anxious if it has been called or contacted by officials at the school where I devoted myself to almost ten years. I'm afraid if there's any fault of mine.

"Owh then, meet you in the room after the break!" Say the father firmly.

Instantly the hue of my face changed, anxious, terrified. I suspect what will be conveyed by the representatives of this curriculum.

The bell rang to make me forget for a moment the call of the Father, I immediately took the teaching equipment and passed along the road to class. While swinging a step I still thought what was I being summoned to the vice curriculum room?