Changing Destiny: The Goddess

Chapter 5. Rejoin

A pair of feet wrapped in flatshoes was resting on the path to the expanse of rice fields that were not far from his residence. He carried his body in shaky steps while bowing his face, searching for the traces that had been passed. Heading to the usual place he stopped for a moment to pull away from the fatigue he faced.

He landed his buttocks on a rice field that is overgrown by teki grass. He circulated his bead to sweep the scenery around him that momentarily affixed a sense of calm in the heart. A strong wind that blows on the face, making the coolness feel more flowing. He closed his eyes while breathing deep air and slowly exhaled until the peace he could regain.

The goddess reached into the pocket of the trousers she was wearing. He took some pieces of the hundred thousand pieces of money he got from Heaven as a severance and as confirmation that he had really left. Only a smile full of bitterness could he be shown. Remembering the fate of his life felt so sad and heartbreaking.

"Where shall I go, Lord? Of the many jobs I have ever done, only being a singer in the Magatra group gave me a pretty good salary. And now, I'm being expelled. I have to how is God?"

The shrewd monologue spoken from the lips of the Goddess made her heart appear crushed and sliced. Instantly his memory was stalled as he worked in restaurants, tempeh mills, glove mills, and some other places that never left a sweet impression. Just a matter of months, the woman could hang on to her place to earn a living because every day there was always something physically insulting her and making her cry.

The insults and insults that he often get at work are what forges the Goddess to be a tough woman. Fortify his own heart so as not to be fragile and dam the clear lake water so as not to fall or decay. Weaving our despair behind ever-growing despair.

It was circumstances that forced him not to shed tears, even though it was very difficult for him to do so. Until all the self-burden that he felt, just confined in the soul and always restrained to never appear. It must be through tears that fall slowly.

The head of the Goddess looked up, looking at the rows of thin clouds that formed cotton webs. Slightly dampen the hot sun that feels hot to make a sense of fatigue in yourself a little released.

"Dew, what are you doing here? And since when have you been here?"

The voice of a woman who sounded familiar in the ears, made the Goddess slightly gasp. He spread his gaze toward the source of the voice and now he and the owner of the voice looked at each other. A thin smile adorned the lips of the Goddess, seeing the arrival of a woman whose name had settled and imprinted in the heart.

"The goddess is just looking for the wind, ma'am. Certainly while enjoying the green expanse of this rice field. Mother herself why is she here?"

The woman with the pants filled with mud could only smile knots. Occasionally he rubbed sweat dripping on the face as if to imply the details of the burden of life that he pelvis. Although it looks so tired but only in this way the pieces of sustenance can be collected.

"Mother just finished weeding the grass in the paddy field owned by Pak Bakir, Dew. He gave Mother's job to weed the weeds that inhibit the growth of rice plants that he planted. And the wages given are quite a lot, can sustain our needs for the next two weeks."

"Mom's not kidding? Supporting our needs for the next two weeks isn't that a lot? You have to work out how many rice fields to get that much?"

Curiosity suddenly wrapped up the head of the Goddess. Doing work as done by the mother usually get a salary of fifty thousand for a plot of rice fields. Then, how many plots must the mother work so that it can sustain life for the next two weeks? It is indeed what makes the Goddess even more compassionate for the sacrifice that has been made by her mother.

Again, Ambarwati just put a smile on her lips. The woman tried to smile sweet although it could not be denied if the smile looked bitter. One of the sacrifices of the mother in which she will remain to give her children a decent livelihood until her pulse and breath are over.

"It's Dew, you don't have to think about it. Just pray that Mom is always healthy so that she can always be by your side to see you achieve your success."

The goddess looked at the woman whose wrinkled lines began to appear framing the face. His heart throbbed with pain when he learned of the fact that the mother's dreams and dreams had really been broken. Asa, the mind that used to be always themed, has now been lost and destroyed. When the job slipped from his grasp to make his footsteps stop and lose direction.

"Goddess must what if the current Goddess is no longer a singer in the Magatra group, Mom? How could the Goddess be able to realize the mother's dream and wishful thinking?"

Ambarwati slightly jerked. Although the news brought by the Goddess also makes the sadness in the heart open, but as much as possible he smiles hard to help strengthen the child.

When one door of happiness is closed then another thousand doors of happiness will open, that is what Ambarwati always instills. An expression of life that will be a turning point when he experiences despair.

The Goddess's shoulder slowly. Transferring positive energy so that the child remains and is not defeated by circumstances. Although it all feels heartbreaking but the belief in God's love is increasingly strengthening.

"Mother ...."

The voice of the Goddess was choked in the throat. To say a word he was no longer able to do. Dew drops from the frame of the Goddess's face began to drip one by one. It was like the dew of grief that described his mood that was in turmoil. Gradually, the dew drops exploded and now the woman was stunned.

"Here, don't cry anymore. Trust me, everything's gonna be fine."

A gentle swipe of Ambarwati's fingers on the face of the Goddess slashed away all the heartbreak. The figure of a wingless angel who could always make him stiff and excited again.

"Let's go home! After this I'll cook the salted fish and spinach."

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"The Sky, Amara, Adelia. Why are you all coming to my house? What's the need to get you all to come here?"

The footsteps of Goddess and Ambarwati suddenly stopped when in the yard stood three people who were so familiar in their senses of vision. The mother and son were slightly surprised by the arrival of Sky, Amara and Adelia, considering that only this time did they set foot in his residence. Without any message first the three people suddenly came who Dewi believed was carrying a news.

"Is this how you treat your guests? Will you not let us in or sit down first?"

The sarcastic question that was thrown from the mouth of the Sky slightly slapped the heart of the Goddess. The woman is aware that what she is doing is one form of irreverence that she should avoid. Aware of that, Dewi rushed to invite these three people to enter the veranda of the house and invited them to sit on the nimble that was already available.

"I invite you to rejoin Magatra. Are you ready?"

The words of Heaven to the point were successful in making the Goddess stunned. It was only a few hours ago that Heaven decided to take it out, and now the men are asking him to rejoin? Really, it only made the Goddess even more incomprehensible.

"Why did the Sky bang suddenly ask me to rejoin? Is something going on?"

"Have, don't ask too many questions. Right now what I want to know, are you willing to rejoin Magatra? If it is, tomorrow come to the usual place, because we will be performing at one of the shows."

A hint of doubt seemed to cross my heart. But the opportunity to get the job back, made the Goddess sure to accept this offer of Heaven. At first glance, Dewi glanced at the mother and the middle-aged woman only nodded softly as a sign that she also agreed to the princess to rejoin.

"Alright Bang, I'm willing to rejoin."

"Good, tomorrow come to the usual place where we gather because there is already one job waiting for you."