I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 1: Why Can't I Go to College, Mom?

"Mom, I want to go to college" I asked the woman with gray hair, who was just starting her dinner.

"Don't, mending you help in the house, or help Mang Joko find grass!" he said without looking at me for a moment. Busy with a spoon in his hand.

"I've got the cost, ma'am, maybe a little more will be collected, just permission from Mother." 

I hope he understands how much I want to get that education. It's been a year since I graduated high school, and I've been saving money working all over the place. Starting from laundry, counter, to food stalls, until finally the cost for college is soon collected.

Because of my mother's refusal when I just graduated high school, I decided to save up. Hoping that mom would allow it if I enrolled in college with my own money.

Actually, it's not money the reason you banned me. Because mom even has a large goat farm in this village. Not only that, even the mother had a large grocery store and rice field. You could say, mother is a famous village manager.

I don't know what the reason is, I don't know until now. Though Mira, my sister who was one month different from me was allowed to go to college. Don't ask why we're only one month different, because I don't know why until now.

Pranks!

He put his spoon down violently, looking at me with guts.

"Don't be stubborn, if you say no it means no! You want to mess with mom with college?" His tone sounded high, he looked at me with anger.

"Truly, stay nurut said mother just what a hard thing!" chirps Mira, the girl who has been in college for one year, immediately grabbed the chicken thighs on the table.

Supposedly if the mother allows, we who since childhood always one class can go to college in the same year. Unfortunately only Mira is allowed, while not with me. 

"Where's your grade on the campus?" mother asked enthusiastically to Mira, as if forgetting my existence. Anger just disappears.

"Good dong Bu" answered Mira confidently, then sat down and chewed on his chicken thighs.

"That's not so Mom, but Mas Rian and Mira can go to college, why can't I?" I interrupted their conversation with a question I had been holding for a long time, after I had held it back for so long. This chest has even begun to feel tight, holding back tears in front of the mother.

Whether true or not, since childhood I felt that my mother's treatment of me was different than that of Mira and Mas Rian, our 15-year-old sister. In fact, if you think about the distance between me and Mira, can't we be treated like twins?.

Never mind about college, even the clothes I wear are nothing new. All of them were Mira's former possessions, as well as some of Mas Rian's t-shirts.

No matter how much they ask, the mother immediately gives it without them having to speak twice. They are so spoiled, like a child in general.

In contrast to me, who was in 1st grade at the time, had to cry and do household chores for a whole month before I gave money to buy new shoes. It was forced, because at that time Mira and Mas Rian's shoes were too damaged.

And it happened until now, I had to do something to get what I wanted. For example, helping Mang Joko, a grasshopper who is looking for grass for his mother's goats. Or work in a grocery store mom who is always crowded, also help maternal workers who work in the field.

Although with age, in the end I prefer to work outside to earn money, until finally have a used matic motorbike that I bought from the residents of one village who sold it at a fairly cheap price.

I looked down deeply, because everything he said was true. My grade is just standard average, my face is too mediocre to be called beautiful. But, what's wrong if I also want to go to college?.

I looked at my mother, hoping she would say the words that supported me, unfortunately all that was just wishful thinking.

"True what Mira said, you better find a job with a high salary or find a husband."

"Finding a job with a high school diploma is now difficult Mom, and for marriage I have not been a young marriage" I replied in self-defense, hoping that mother would understand.

"It's up to you, if you want to be an ungodly child, go to college or whatever you want!" said the mother and got out of her chair, entered the room just like that, even without finishing her food that could be said to be intact.

"Look, I'm not eating dinner because of you, you don't know yourself!" Mira, who had finished her meal, entered her room.

Right, I was wrong for talking while mom was eating. I should have been able to hold him until he was done.

I could only sigh for a moment, hoping to be patient for my mother's second refusal. I chose to follow my mother into the room after cleaning the dining table, bringing dinner for her, as well as herbal tea that she regularly drank once a week.

It looks like the mother is lying on her side with her eyes open, but does not budge to see my arrival.

"Mafin Khansa Bu, Khansa promised never to ask for another lecture. But when it comes to marriage, Khansa does not want to rush, so she can take care of her mother longer" I said as she moved behind me.

"Now you eat first, don't eat because of Khansa's talk" I said feeling guilty. Although my mother's disapproval disappointed me for the umpteenth time, I still did not want her to fall asleep hungry.

"Or at least have some herbal tea?"

Mother still did not budge a bit, even though I knew she heard every word I said. I took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to be patient and be patient, I started taking massage oil to massage the mother's legs before going to bed as usual.

Women with a face that begins to wrinkle will not be able to sleep before massaging. Because the age factor makes his body easily ache-fee.

He didn't show any rejection, I'm happy enough to expect you to forgive me.

After feeling that she had fallen asleep when her breathing sounded regular, I covered her to the shoulder, then left her room quietly.

Entering my room, I opened my savings book under the bed. Sighs softly at the thought of mother's rejection.

"Why can't I go to college, Mom?. Isn't a dumb kid like me entitled to college?" my murmurs held back the disappointment that seemed to accumulate in the chest, deciding to sleep brought about a raging feeling.

Seriate.