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Apparently my words had offended Doni, he stood up straight at me who was crying while enjoying the food he brought.
DUGGS
He kicked my body very hard, instantly a box of rice that I was enjoying spattering .
I cried so much, I took all my clothes and the baby Star that I had tidied up, I put it in a brown baby bag with Teddy Bear's head attached to the front. The old bag that I always wear wherever I go brings a baby star gift from Doni's first brother, which I remember very well, at that time, my sister-in-law gave me this bag because my in-laws strictly forbid buying baby equipment.
I was still in my pajamas with my short hands and trousers, so I picked up my jeans and an instant veil. I took the baby carrier, I picked it up and I hugged my sleeping baby, I put it in the sling. I stood up, my right hand was used to carry my baby, while my left hand carried a bag of clothes .
I ran as hard as I could to go where I was headed without a penny, while Doni was still in his place watching me leave.
15 Minutes I ran, my waist started to ache, both my hands seemed almost dislodged. I saw a baby star still playing in his dream. I didn't feel like I was running far enough to get to a park, I sat for a moment watching people pass by. My thoughts were chaotic, as well as the tears that began to dry up along with the easing of my cries.
"Where should I go? Yes, I want to go home. Send Your help" My mind keeps begging Him.
Amidst the confusion I felt, suddenly my phone rang. I just realized that Doni's cell phone got carried away by me.
Thank goodness God's help has come.
"Where areyou? want to go home, no? if we want to be together" .
How happy my heart is, I am so grateful to Allaah SWT who has sent His help to me through Hisya.
Nisya is my MA friend exactly he sabahatku, we have been friends since 3rd grade MA. We are close friends besides Nisya there is also Nur. The three of us were like brothers, even Mama considered them like her own children.
After school we all apply for jobs in property companies that are very familiar in the city of Bandung, there we are given an understanding of how to sell , an introduction to Property, property, as well as the enormous benefits that can be obtained if we are able to master it. Only Nisya who is very enthusiastic to follow the understanding given to us, he believes that he is able to plunge in the world of marketing because his sipat suble and have high socialization. Nur is not so fond of this, she is not so sure of herself, she is the only woman who is very religious among us, the most mature and motherly, she said, he is also the oldest of us.
As for me, my goal is to become a teacher, obviously this is very contrary to me. Marketing is not my world, I resigned and chose not to continue the struggle we had agreed to together. Nur also, he chose to apply to be an Admin at the company where Nisya worked. And Nisha? of course he managed to become a great Marketing Property in his environment.
"I'm at Bandung Nisy Square Park, I happen to want to go home too, you pick me up here yes" I hung up the phone and waited for Hisya's arrival.
