Hillbilly Girl's

Ayah

After school I met uma, and shook her hands, I lived in a small house with my twin brothers Alvan and Alvin, they were still in 5th grade Elementary School. uma looked at me a long time ago, she said, maybe she realized my eyes were a little swollen from crying, but she just kept quiet.

uma is indeed used to see me like that, no need to ask again.only the first day of school is this sad how will the future? my heart began to fret whether I could afford to continue school there or I would fail. I intend to stay strong at all costs, because it was Mr. Hamzah who sent me there, because Mr. Hamzah knows my father can not afford my school not to mention my two twin sisters.

"Hanna come here for a second, son!"

call the father from the yard, the father looked tired of sweat and his face shriveled. Dad then sat while enjoying a cup of coffee and boiled cassava after cleaning the car Mr. Hamzah.

"how do you want to go to school? if you're not at home in school, I'll try to move you to an ordinary school"

father said meekly and smilingly I looked into both eyes of father there was a sense of sadness in my mind, when can I make him happy? I know that behind her sincere smile there is a sense of fatigue and dad tries to cover it up and try to make me happy.

"no dad, Hanna likes to go to school there are many good friends too, Hanna is not alone well"

my answer convinced my father.I also began massaging his tired hands while chatting I noticed the eyes of the father who reddened, how not all night father did not sleep because he worked as a driver Mr. Hamzah who happened to work outside the city.

"your massage is good, son, later if dad's payday dad promises to buy you a sewing machine"

"no father, expensive sewing machines, later if the father pays the same debt to Mr. Hamzah once paid off "

I answered, and my father fell asleep, and I looked back at my father, his legs were swollen, his skin dry and rough, my heart was so sick to see his condition that was fighting for our lives. thank goodness Mr. Hamzah was kind and very generous and always helped us who were in trouble.

***

tonight Mr. Hamzah invited us to his family to eat at home, Mr. Hamzah really liked our small family, since my father worked more than five years ago with Mr. Hamzah, Hamzah, just this time we invited the family to his house, and only two months ago also worked as ART at the home of Mr. Hamzah, he said, tonight is very memorable for Mr. Hamzah because he remembers his youngest son named Raka repeatedly.

Raka is my upperclassman at my new High School, she's introvent and very accomplished, no wonder so many girls have a crush on her besides her handsome face and her cleverness at school, and of course he did not recognize me at all. Mr. Hamzah had two sons first Bagas who is now studying in Germany and the second Raka. mr. Hamzah's wife had long died when Raka was still sitting in Primary School.his wife died due to a plane crash while going to Bangkok for business.

I was a little hesitant about the invitation to dinner tonight, but seeing the spirit of Mr. Hamzah made me melt, there was a sense of reluctance to refuse it, he said, because after all Mr. Hamzah who helped my school fees and finally I also accepted the invitation