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Only children TKI (Islamic news)

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Is not everyone free to dream? There's no difference between a man or a woman, is there? Especially rich or poor?

My father was only a TKI in the land of flower towers. Three years ago he was forced to leave his family, only to see me live a decent life.

"You must be a spirit of learning, Nduk. Don't be like a father who just graduated SD." That's what you always tell me whenever you get a chance to talk to me.

Mom just smiled from a distance hearing my chat with Dad.

My father's teachings gave me the courage to dream to the highest level. Yes, I want to continue my school to a higher level after graduating from aliyah school later.

Mom and Dad were simple people, but for my education, they both did not hesitate to try to keep themselves from quitting school.

They don't even care about 'ninyir' neighbors who deliberately snickered and belittled their efforts.

"Why, yeah, Mom. Lek Sum always talked bad about my desire to go to college?" I asked full of dongkol upon buying the egg that Mother ordered.

"Leave it, Nduk. You will have already memorized by Lek Sum who always like that. Just shut up, Nduk!" Mother's advice is soft.

"But it always is, lo, ma'am."

"Have ... has ..., where are the eggs? The egg changed hands with Mom.

"Patience .. patience let the sustenance add blessings and God launch everything that is your desire to go to college," added Mother attentively.

"Yes, Mom." I went to help Mom weed the vegetables to be cooked this afternoon.

This is the umpteenth time, I heard the neighbors commanded by Lek Sum blabbering about me. For them, I who is only a child TKI it is not worth to dream too high, especially I am only a woman. In this village, most girls only finish high school until high school, the rest of them will be mated. Of course, there are also those who continue like the son of Pak Lurah, Pak Carik and the children of the village equipment who are indeed rich.

Conditions in the neighborhood where I live that way, not one bit dampen my determination to change myself. The father who was only a rude porters in the country across there, gave me a lot of strength to keep me excited. A simple man lives with concern but not with his mindset. Before I became a TKI, Dad never forgot to buy me used books so I got used to reading and studying. Father always assured that the woman should be smart because she was the first school for her children. For domestic affairs, Dad said, it can be learned in passing.

Ah, sometimes I also agree with what Dad thinks, especially when looking at the figure of my own mother, although she is only an ordinary housewife but her intelligence in managing finances, especially when looking at the figure of my own mother, although she is just an ordinary housewife but her intelligence in managing finances, the emotion and cognitive ability that I learned with me was amazing. Only the hand lines are not on his side.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings from the front door of the house disperse all daydreams about the two parents.

"Waalakumussalam," I replied as I grabbed the headscarf and ran over to the living room, Mang Qosim was standing on the doorstep.

"Monggo come in first, Mang! Let me call you Mother."

"No need, Nduk. It's Mang just wanted to take this from your dad. Said you wanted a list of lectures, huh? Good luck to you." He handed her an envelope and immediately said goodbye because many things were waiting to be done for her.

I thrust the envelope into Mom's hand, and it was greeted with a smile, "From Mang Qosim, huh, Nduk? Why wasn't he told to come in first?"

"No, Mom. He said there's important business."

Mother responded with a thin smile, and immediately opened the contents of the envelope. His lips were softly spouting hamdalah, and there was a small circle in the corner of his eye. Maybe I miss the lover of his heart, it has been three years since they did not meet the body, only the voice of the phone Dad who occasionally treats the upset.

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I have registered and taken the entrance test at the state campus, just waiting for the announcement. Prayers that are thrown may be a way so that what Dad, Mom and I have wanted can become a reality.

No matter what my intention is sincerely to get knowledge, but how in the future it will be like, let it be God's business, because actually man only has the authority to try and the best decision remains in His hands.

Various gossip neighbors and especially Lek Sum, now no longer concern me. I myself am also tired of having to answer the ominousness of those who always bother me a little, and are not aware of the reality and condition of my family. Whatever it is, I just don't want dirty thoughts to trick the heart into hating their behavior. I don't want to prove anything to them either. The only thing I want to work on is to study harder so that all of Mom and Dad's sacrifices are not in vain.

My best friends come home, when the neighbors are 'jandon' right next to the house. Through my friend I used to access all the information online. His family is quite located makes it not difficult to get facilities to study, and I often 'nebeng' him. Fortunately, the family was quite generous, so I who did not have anything could be well received several times to visit Wanti's house.

"Raina ..." cried Wanti as usual as she came to the house.

Immediately I took the hijab hanging behind the door, put on just that and ran towards Wanti's cry in front of the house.

"Crazy, you, Wan. Shouting in front of people's houses" I replied, laughing at his absurdity.

"Let's let the people here know that I'm happy right now, "he said in a voice made as high as possible. Of course, his eyes beckoned at the mothers hanging out near my house.

"What's wrong?" I was a little surprised.

"You're accepted to university, Rain."

Soon I hugged my best friend and we both pranced and danced uncalled while laughing.

Mom just smiled proudly, while the other mothers who heard and saw the behavior of the pattern of the two of us, just fell silent and opened their lips.

I was satisfied to at least be able to shut their mouths with achievements, not mockery.

Finishes.

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