Beloved General

Chapter 1. I am.....

"Farza, Nafisha, Naya! Hold your sisters brother farza!", I shouted.

Yeah, here I am... Widow with 3 children.

This is the time I go to the morning prayer service near my house. The house of my late husband, yes mas Irdho. 3 years ago exactly I was left alone. Fortunately, before my husband died, I had asked for permission to work even though it was a little late. 11 years after marriage, then I was allowed to work. Maybe it was a hunch before leaving me with 3 children so I could survive our needs.

But that doesn't make me sorry.

I happy.....

Farza: "Mother, why should I be a brother anyway? I'm tired of messing with my crewed sisters".

mother: "Sister, remember brother, it's all to train you to be a five-war fighter when you become a commander of the army to give parts of your men's duties. Tomorrow I am trained and ready.

Farza: "Eh yes, until you forget that goal... But is it not better to aspire to be a Gasoline POM officer bu?

Much money....

Yesterday, his sir held the money in his hand until he did not fit his hand full of money...

Mother: "Ha ha ha ha ha.... That's the money, baby.... Sir is just work. Later the money is made to buy gasoline again one container truck.

Money again, right?

Do not look at the money earned, dear. A little money will always be a blessing, dear.

Farza: "Yes mother....

Today I will take my 3 children to school. Riding a motorcycle with a position in front of Naya standing, she was 2 MI, behind me Nafisha class 5 MI, while the rear end of Farza is now class 1 Junior High.

Supplies, books to change clothes have been covered completely in each bag. Imagine the trouble I have every day. Understand they will be picked up at 5 pm when I go home from the office.

"Letting mother, Assalamu'alaikum.".", simultaneously they.

I rushed to the office. I work as the head of production or manager of cool language production, one of the largest cigarette companies in Indonesia. The pay is good enough to support my children properly. Even for fun-foya may be possible. But I always teach my children to live simply. All this can not be separated with the help of mas Yayan for me to work in my current place.

He's the one I consider my brother.

"Well, how great is God's help to me...".

"Maap ma'am, there is a problem in the production section, he said there was a fight between employees. Please help mommy ma'am".

"Yes-yes. What's the matter this morning there's been a problem".

"Assalamu'alaikum", all facing the source of my voice.

I saw 2 people pulling on the collar and the others trying to break each other up.

" Wa' alaikumsallam, you don't have to interfere! It's a problem of men!, he said in batak style.

"Okey, I know, but now it's time to work. If we gather here, whose machine controls?

Production is hampered dong?

I'll be blamed later too. So now it's time to work first.

If you want to finish a man's speech, then continue the time to go home from work!"

Hearing my advice that does not side with anyone, even impressed to let and not blame, they became hesitant and stopped also disbanding.....

"We'll keep coming home, you you!!"

"Done too,,,, disperse,,, go to each other's quarters".