I'm Not the First

Chapters. 2

Fatirs who get such treatment either on the basis and encouragement of what resulted in the change in Fatir. There was a warm feeling that suddenly radiated from within the little boy's heart and feelings. Slowly but surely Fatir can be calmer than before.

A happy smile fell on Bu Inggrid's lips, "Oh my God… thank God I did not choose her wrong to be the nanny of choice for my three grandchildren and hopefully Farah and Farhat are also affectionate and submissive like Fatir who has been the most naughty, so far, selfish and stubborn compared to her other siblings" Mrs Ingrid said.

One week before…

"Oh Allah, give me guidance to choose which option I best choose.I do not know what I should choose" The flow of Asti who stood around the rice field in the afternoon was exposed to direct sunlight that was still a little hot sunlight.

A teenage girl sits in the halls on the edge of her rice field. His eyes were fixed on the expanse of yellowed rice fields that were ready to be harvested. He stared unaccustomed to it which will soon be ready to be harvested.

"I have to be frank with grandma, I don't want to continue to trouble Grandma, enough grandmother to raise and educate me all this time," Asti said.

Her hair was flying in the wind that afternoon. The height is quite ideal, with a body posture that is as tall as a model. His skin is smooth white although often exposed to sunlight if he is in his Saw.

Many do not expect that Asti is just a real village girl. His daily life only works in the fields. The girl who only about a year ago finished her education in High School.

"God willing, after I work later I want to save and prepare everything to continue my education at university" muttered Asti who sat pensively.

Although his achievements are not included in the category of students who excel, but enough to be taken into account by his teachers while still in school.

"I would love to repay the kindness and merits of my grandmother who fought and sacrificed for my good as well" Asti said.

Asti sometimes represents his school to participate in the competition of sports subjects and always get a champion one or two at the level of Subdistrict, District even once became the champion of the 2nd level of Province.

The girl was named Asti Aprilia Yuswandari Indra the 19-year-old girl. At first his grandmother wanted to study at the famous University in the capital, but Asti rejected it with a smooth plan from her grandmother.

Asti is very self-aware and does not want to make her grandmother more difficult, what else for her daily needs they have slammed bones working in the fields and also the fields.

"Do I have to accept an offer from Ma'am? but if I accept who will accompany Grandma, especially if it is old, because if you rely on Asmirandah it must be a little difficult because Asmirah is still good, too," asti muttered with the look of his face full again hesitated and hesitated.

On his face was very clearly visible doubt and anxiety that enveloped his heart and mind.

"I can't possibly continue to have to rely on my grandmother's compassion, let alone my grandmother's work and income every day, only decreases, maybe the best way and the solution is to accept the offer from Aunt only, "his inner Asti.

Birds fly that occasionally perch on the solid plants while pecking the yellowed rice is no longer ignored. It lit up the mood that afternoon but, in no way disturbed his activities that weighed up what decision he should have been looking for.

"God my heart, ease my business and my path to go to Jakarta for work, hopefully there I can send money to grandma," asti's great-grandson who has solidified his heart with the path he has determined and chosen.

Just a step forward, but suddenly stopped again,

his heart was worried and hesitant about whether to follow and fulfill the request of his aunt. Until it sits back in its original place.

Part of his feet he dipped in water which happened to be a fitting irrigation channel near his rice fields that drain water for rice fields that lack water, so that they can grow up to three times a year.

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