Died Marriage

Busking

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Author to you ^^

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Everyone is always enveloped with various problems in life, our problems will bring us maturity. It can be said that a problem will make us more mature in addressing each problem.

Etsss, don't forget well solve the problem with a cool head.

@GreenTeach

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"Zee, wake up Zee." Said Jaya patting Nazeera's cheek.

Nazeera squirmed, sweat pouring down her forehead. "Astagfirullah, Untung is just a dream" Nazeera said slowly but still heard by Jaya.

"What dream did you Zee have? Left married? It's not a dream, it's reality." Jaya was astonished.

Nazeera hears Jaya's words becoming upset, "Why did we stop Jay?" Nazeera's voice shifted Jaya's question. The woman spoke without paying attention outside the car glass.

"Emang you want to tell me to break yah? Look, there's a rainbow of poles." Jaya pointed at the red light with her chin.

Nazeera was still upset until the car returned to speed. Thirty minutes past the red light, Jaya stopped in a small hallway. They got out of the car to pick up the food that the man had bought while Nazeera was asleep, including her groceries at the supermarket. The man walked through the hallways followed by Nazeera until he stopped at a small hut.

"Jay, why are we here? Not to the apartment, huh?" Nazeera asked when she saw Jaya stop.

"Yes, the apartment is in sight." Jaya said while swerving left and right.

"That's them, Apar and his friends." Simbung Jaya pointed to the children who were busy playing.

There were a lot of kids playing around the house. With makeshift clothes, it looks dull but still worth to wear.

Nazeera saw many children coming to him. His heart was very happy and touched. They entered the hut with greetings. The owner of the hut returned his greetings.

"When did you come, Jay?" Welcome the middle-aged mother who is the owner of the hut. His hair was starting to whiten, his cheeked skin was wrinkled, his gaze was warm, and his hands were extremely rough to the touch.

"Just yesterday Amma." Jaya answered giving a hug to the middle-aged mother.

The middle-aged mother was someone who had helped Jaya a few years ago, before going to country X. He always called her Amma. Before really going to country X, the man drove Amma home to a small hut.

Jaya introduces the woman next to her after seeing a question mark on Amma's face. Nazeera was very pleased with the welcome given by Amma.

Jaya gives food that has been bought to the children. Amma brought the bag of raw materials out of the house. Amma's kitchen is outdoors, cooking with piles of firewood available. Nazeera was unrelenting to be grateful. Apparently there is still something more difficult.

Jaya joins Apar and his other friends. Nazeera joins Amma in cooking.

Nazeera likes simplicity. But for this time, the woman was very troubled even if only to light firewood. Amma gave an understanding to Nazeera, how to make the wood can be lit. But repeatedly Nazeera tried to blow or fan, the fire did not burn. The woman repeatedly coughed from the smoke.

Amma held back her laughter looking at Nazeera who looked very troubled. Nazeera decided to help cut vegetables and other ingredients. 'It turns out it seems easy, the practice is difficult.' Nazeera complained in his heart.

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Nazeera ate regularly. Living with a word of simplicity gives rise to a million happy words when accompanied by a word of gratitude. Many people think that finding happiness is very difficult. Especially in a world full of this. It is not uncommon to see many people who experience stress and depression in dealing with many problems. They just need someone to bring it in positive thoughts. Not on the brink of evil.

The word happy is very simple to help someone come back to realize that life means a lot. When people don't just focus on the big things in life, they can be more grateful and happier with the little things. Everyone has their own obstacles in life, therefore live with gratitude and happiness.

Happiness is not doing fun things. Happiness is doing meaningful things. Being happy does not mean everything is perfect. That means you have decided to look beyond the imperfections. The secret to happiness is finding joy.

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It was late afternoon, the time Apar and his friends menggameng. Twelve-year-old boy invites Nazeera and Jaya to come busking.

"Jay, thanks for today. Really I'm very happy." Nazeera said while on the side of the road with other children.

"Sawi-sawi Zee." Reply Jaya in a joking tone.

"Son, we're going in there yuk, it's a red light." Apar pointed towards the red light.

They're heading for the red light. Jaya strummed the guitar under Apar. Apar was very happy because Nazeera's voice was so melodious that many contributed. Apar and friends give a pat as a rhythm and also visit the car or motorcycle one by one.

When they are tired, they rest in a garden. Buy water with the results they get for drinking. The rest will be given by Amma.

"Jay, why do you want to go busking? Aren't you able to fall for them?" Nazeera said starting to open her voice. Nazeera lay on the fresh green grass. The woman spoke while covering her eyes, her hands on the grass. Tiredness really felt when under the hot sun. Because usually the time Nazeera spent was always in the air-conditioned room. Except when she's coming home, because she's always on the bike. Very rarely use a car.

Apar and his friends were busy singing and clapping. Fill your time by entertaining each other.

Jaya was lying near Nazeera, one of her hands under her head.

"Just want to have fun. Are you not happy?" Jaya said the two were really very happy to be able to help the Amma family.

"I'm very happy." Nazeera said in a small voice.

Jaya tried to get Nazeera to talk, but there was no answer. Maybe she was asleep, she thought. Until a long wait, Jaya tried to wake Nazeera, but never woke up. The children who were nearby started to worry.

"Zeez..Zee." Said someone who suddenly came breaking through.

Seriate...

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Hello viewers, do not forget to comment to encourage Author well.

^^^ I'm with you.

Author: One I love you.

two or two I don't like two

Three three.........

Natizen: Didn't you sing? how to change lyrics?

Author: Yeah, I don't like to be double. That's why one, you.