Black Pen

78

I really enjoy my new job, precisely my profession as a new teacher who does not even have the slightest experience in the world of education, apparently not easy to become a single parent, especially I am also a Student, he said, especially having a 2 year old child.

Of course my burden is increasing, I have to support my child just the way, meet every need, especially since the age of 19 months he has been weaned, inevitably in exchange I have to give him formula milk. College forced me to wait a few months because I did not have the money to pay, my financial condition weakened again, the salary I earned by 350k per month, not enough to meet the needs of my life.

In addition to teaching, every Sunday Bu April invites me to manage his business that is selling Rice Bakar which is quite well known among young parents because it is indeed the business made as attractive as possible, as well as possible, so no wonder if his homemade Rice Bakar is known by many people.

In addition, he is also putting in a new effort. Namely Boutique and Convection, he entrusted his new business to me, he has helped me a lot. I am grateful for every second of my life, I feel proud when people depend on me, which means they need me.

Every day I feel busy, especially when entering certain months, such as the month of Dzulhijjah and Maulid, there will be an impromptu job that Bu April gets because she also has a Catering business at her home. And I always take her wherever she goes, she's like a mother to me. I became his only confidant, even he intended to move the TKI he built to me.

For a year we were together, we were like family. He raised my dignity and worth very quickly.

Elsewhere, Doni loses his business. The effort he built using my sweat while I was still working at the Garment factory. He was broke after one week I left him, his life was irregular. He was very frustrated, the woman who was with him the other day left him even his own family did not want to accept it.

Hearing the bad news, I felt very sorry. As bad as he treated me he was still the father of my son, he also filled my days, he taught me many things, patience, sincerity and struggle.

"Where have you been living all this time?" I asked him one question, breaking the silence.

"I live in the streets, I have no direction and no purpose, I have lost everything in my life, my wife, my son, my home and everything I have. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" he lowered his head, I saw he held back tears from getting out of his eye bags.

"I forgave you long before you apologized". For some reason my feelings drifted with him, the wounds I had felt all this time I could forget just by staring at his sadness.

"What do I have to do to get you to take me back? I miss my Star, I miss you who always accompany me" He prostrated himself at my feet, he kissed my hands, making me feel uncomfortable.

"Wake up, everyone is looking at me. I'm so ashamed of you" I stood up to wake him who was still kneeling at my feet.

"Don't you have a conscience? what would my son be like if we were truly separated? isn't it enough a year for you to torture me by leaving me alone? please think about this decision again, do not follow your ego. I know I was wrong, I'm afraid. But the Star also needs me, me and you as complete parents"