Ana's Journey to the World's Home
chapter 9's
Ibn Adam Aviciena's book. Alhamdulillah got time after entering Rumah Dunia😊
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The girl can only lament the fate of living far from urban, actually want to feel like living in a metropolitan city like Jakarta, but what power Ana tudks can do anything but sell the crops. But for the newspaper whose contents about the journey of an Ibn had been kept in his room.
He read several times that Ibn was a man who managed to become a writer for the care and guidance of Gol A Gong. Ana could only sigh deeply, seeing the spirit of Ibnu a village boy far from the city could write a novel published by Hikmah.
Not only that Ana also wants to join FLP Pamulang West Jakarta Branch. Want to share about the world of writing, about publishing or about literacy. But Ana is sometimes very pessimistic if she can't go back to the city.
Yes even if the girl was born in the city of Yogyakarta but she grew up in a village far from a district city.
"Sir, Ana wants to meet Gol A Gong," said Ana at the terrace.
"Na, I don't want Ana to meet Gol A Gong but this is what the father asked Gol A Gong address where? If Ana knows the address, you're ready to take Ana there and drop her off to Gol A Gong!" he looked at Ana.
The straight-haired girl just kept quiet, hearing what Mr. Mamat said. Hearing the reason Ana just silence because tudkammungkin stiff Ana and her father go to the place where the intended no address is held.
"Na, in the city it's cruel. Neighbors of the house are also not known to be rich here," soft father's voice.
Ana only let out a long sigh hearing what her father Mamat said. Ana feels deadlocked to pursue her ideals, she wants to let go but tudks can at all, because a lot of free time is lived by Ana herself.
Ya Ana only works plants in the house, the results are sold to the Perdana market a village not far from Ana's own village. Yes rather than remembering the World House and FLP Pamulang his heart ached, because he could not reach with his own hands.
In Ana's heart, if he joined the World House and FLP Pamulang insha Allah he would succeed to write short stories, poems and novels. But it was only a dream that he had to bury deeply, because it was impossible for a village girl who was far from the city crowd to be on par with a full-fledged city child.
"Na, in 2004 it is better to study on a farm, it's Ana's mind first, reach Na's mind Ana" said the mother in the tv room.
"It's better to go to the farm, isn't it a teacher?" bhakti looked at her face.
"Tuh, supported by his sister," said the father while approaching Ana.
"Where should college be on the farm?" Hela Ana.
Honestly lazy to talk about the problem of college, yes still fortunately the lecture followed his own heart, most differences of opinion only.
"In the Untirta there is also a kok, majoring in agriculture." welcome happy father.
To be honest if he studied at the farm he was afraid that there was no more free time to write, let alone write already he liked. Just writing what Ana likes, she also likes to read books in her spare time.
"Yes, continue atuh! Writing and farming can be." Bhakti's great-granddaughter is anxious at her mom who looks very scared when she leaves the world to write it.
The girl called by a boy just nodded. But strangely his heart even tucked into doubt if he pursued college on the farm, fearing there was no time to write.
Not what has been said if he studied on the farm, look forward to his plunge into the rice fields continue to write it like it was thought by the girl with glasses since childhood.
"Yes already rigid Ana wants to go to college later I register a class of employees yes yes" said the father while holding both shoulders Ana.
Ana just scratched her head not to itch just heard the father say like that, he was still blank for college.
"Yes in 2004 he will go to college" said Ana Pasrah.
He has stuck actually saying that, if for example he can study in the next year surely he will live in a city full of facilities, especially if he lectures in Serang. He promised to explore the World House that he had wanted and could join in FLP Pamulang.
(I think that the distance of the World House and FLP Pamulang is very close not to the year 😂😂😂, not to know FLP Pamulang and World House if taken 1 hour trip🤦 ).
But the pepper lecture plan in 2004 failed because Mr. Mamat heard the news that later in 2004 there was an opening of large CPNS that raised children who graduated SMU equivalent. PNS requirements were broadcast on TV, Mamat who heard it immediately enthusiastic to hear it. Because he was eager to see Ana his daughter could get into CPNS in 2004 with the condition that there must be SK (Decision Letter) Headmaster. And at that time his father Ana was the head of SDN Kramat Manik 2, and Banten province needed 100,000 people to be appointed PNS.
As a good parent and did not want to disappoint his son, Mr. Mamat with the spirit of 45 immediately went to his daughter who was in his room, the princess was a henchman with a book read.
Mr. Mamat sat next to Ana, the girl who knew his father was sitting immediately stopped reading activities staring at the father's face sharply.
"Na, better list CPNS. In 2004 Banten needed 100,000 PNS people and I expected Ana as one of the CPNS who escaped to become a PNS." soft voice of her father was heard.
Ana, who was not fully aware of what her father said, was silent for a moment, she only clearly heard the CPNS her father said. The words CPNS dsn PNS make his brain blank for a moment because according to him CPNS is identical to an educator or teacher who teaches young children with various characters.
"Sir, Ana doesn't want to be a teacher!" spontaneous Ana spray.
"Na, Ana better just come in. Want to be accepted to not be an important PNS list first!" wheedle.
"No, I don't want to be a PNS. PNS is teacher's job!" yelled Ana while moving from sitting and the book in her penang was immediately thrown away.
Mr. Mamat who saw Ana like that immediately chased after his daughter, he quickly hugged his daughter's body from behind. Ana muttered but could not hug her father tighter.*
