Ana's Journey to the World's Home

chapter 14's

The POV Ana

I hate this life, why not because I have to be given the advantages of writing by God. I cursed him, why try to be given the advantages of writing and then there is no way to reach it.

I can only throw annoyance at myself through writing made on a computer. It is free to have a computer if every writing is always rejected. Overall, I thought that writing was easy, just keep writing published and get money.

the time before I had a computer, I was sure to penetrate publishing but in fact tudks at all. I'm stuck with the situation I'm facing.

"Don't just be a writer!" blow me to mom.

"Why?"

"Every time I send is rejected anyway! why Ma?" I almost cried.

"Well, how does Ana's writing get rejected?" ask mommy back.

"And if the publication is a waiting period of 3 months, if there is no 3 months notice means it is not loaded" I explained to my mother.

Mom just nodded her head in what I told her. The woman can only recognize the breath because the mother does not understand what is said in the waiting period of 3 months.

"Don't be pessimistic first, there may be a mistake in writing" said the mother looking at me.

"Ana, write like yesterday, try where's wrong?" many blank.

"Who do you want to go to, too?" ask Ana lirih.

My mom just rubbed my arm like it was encouraging to motivate me to write.

I moved to my room, locked my room and leaned against the wall with a disappointed look. Some books sent were not accepted by publishers.

I thought that being a writer was easy and easy is not hard.

'Allah has given the best of servants. If writing the best is easy, bring it closer but if writing is bad for you, please keep everything related to writing, ' I whispered in my heart.

Here I was like being under because everything I wanted never went smoothly, I was bored with the life I was living, she said, to go from home to where there is no definite purpose.

Want to settle in the house like this no change at all, no change, want to go far and never return to Ranca Jaya it is impossible to do because parents staring stay in Ranca Jaya somehow until when everything.

If I go, suppose I have absolutely no fare or place to go, it could go desperate to the city, but I am afraid if for example return home because it failed in the city. Questions and rashes in my heart continue to be heard by my ears.

I don't know when everything is.

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Since the incident read newspapers about Ibn Adam Aviciena from Cibaliung, as well as magazines about FLP Pamulang. Ana forgets for a moment the problems of the two communities she dreams of, because of the circumstances he buried the desire to enter the World House and FLP because it was only a dream of a village child that could never be achieved at all by him.

Maybe Ana will forget those two communities forever? Or is it only temporary, because only to throw irritation done by yourself?

So he let the dream settle in his heart. Ana is very pessimistic to reach two communities in Banten precisely the city of attack. A dream that will not be achieved by an Ana who thirsts for writing knowledge.

The most activity that time is only as a sale of vegetables, yes every morning he is always in his garden only. See the lush and beautiful plants in the garden of his green and beautiful home.

Please the small farm, beside it some beautiful flowers mother plants who diligently take care of the plant.

Cape, that's what Ana says in the despair that is always present in her life. Sometimes he revolted to God why should be given the advantages of writing than others, sometimes the girl with glasses did not accept that he had the advantages of just alone, alone, he was also lazy to look straight ahead.

Yes now he is more focused on the problem of plants alone, he is more pursuing his initial ideals of agriculture. The spirit to be a farmer rose again, he smiled cheerfully when his plants were bought and quietly he saved from the money sold eggplant, chili, cayenne, tomatoes, potpourri.

Without a trace of mother and father that morning Ana out carrying a Supra X motorbike to a gold shop in the gold market at the Panimbang market. The money from the sale of agricultural crops he bought a five-gram ring. There was a day in his heart as he looked at the ring from his sweat.

(This ring opened my way to achieve the dream that had been wanted a big dream and changed me to remain Istiqomah and the ring was the way to meet the bright light in the direction Allah SWT ).

"Na, buy chili dong!" yell out the neighbors..

"Ready!" anna answered happily.

Ana gives chili to her customers with the money given by her, there is a twinkle in Ana's heart when her hand receives the money.

Not only did the neighboring house of Sja buy Ana's agricultural harvest, but she also sold to the Perdana market a village close to her village - the Karyasari village where Ana lived.

Early in the morning Ana goes off on a motorbike, letting the hair that was left untied be played by the wind. He uses short-handed T-shirts and long pants, if his daily life is always so but if at home often use knee-length shorts. If you come out, you must wear long pants, but if the clothes are always short-sleeved shirts.

Ana releases the veil. He only used the veil only class 3 SMU and the rest of Pandeglang time was taken off, Oya he was also in Junior High using a school veil but short clothes and knee-length skirt in 1996-1999😂

While SMU class time is 1-2, he takes off the veil, letting his long hair be seen by everyone, let alone the guy🤦. And class 3 time began to use a veil, long shirt and long skirt. But after school just removed, the hair is left undiluted or braided.

Ana's daily life is like that, especially coupled with an environment like her to support Ana not to use a veil, let alone the girl's mind is very short.

Not once twice did Ana sell her farm, plus she loved to grow cassava. The cassava he sells, from its leaves and its yam. All he did with pleasure and sincerity.

"Alhamdulillah, sir. Get money from the crops that Ana planted," said the girl looking at her father.

"May blessings, keep the spirit up! Whatever work there must be a way." said his father.

Ana only nodded in agreement with what her father said, drawing a beautiful cheer in Ana's smile.*